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Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1896-05-30 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF.  Lord Wolseley, the Commander-in-Chief of the British Army, whose portrait we give with this week's issue. comes from a soldierly stock. Ile was the son of the late Major Garnet Wolseley. and was born on June .4th, 1833, at Golden Bridge House, DuMin. George, who was six years younger. joined the army at the age of IS Garnet who had always wished to he a soldier, read all the books on field drill and tactics that he could find when quite young. At the age of 19 he entered the service, serving in the second Burmese War of 1853. the Crimean War, and Indian Mutiny. In 1880 he served under Grant in Chins. His first independent command was on the Red River in 1870, and for this he was knighted. Through the Gold Coast Expedition to punish the Ashanti king Sir Garnet's name and fame were in everyone's mouth. He received the thanks of Parliament, and a grant of £25,000. In 1874 he went to Natal as Administrator of the Government. and np to 1880 rendered many services with the object oi settling South African affairs. Lord Wolseley has been at once one of the luckiest and one of the unluckiest of commanders. In a career which has carried him into every continent save Australia, he has not met a single reverse. At the same time, he has rarely passed through an engagement without receiving one or more wounds. The unfortunate passage in Lord Wolseley's career is his failure to rescue General Gordon. This, as every oody knows, was through no fault of his own. He was despatched too late for him to entertain even a hope of carrying out the relief. And yet he was within striking distance of t(har• town only six hours after the fall of that city and the murder of his comrade. Of the fighting qualitie% of the Soudanese he has the highest opinion. "Give me 2.0.000 of these fanatics," he has said, "and I would lead them through Europe and ‘sBck again. No European army would face them. Neither French, Germans, nor Russians could have broken a British square as they did." On his return to England Lord Wolseley was elevated to the rank of viscount. Lord Wolseley is the author of an invaluable little work " The Soldier's Pocket Book For Field Serviee," which conveys scientific instruction of great practical worth in plain and simple language. He is also the author of the 'Field Pocket Book for the , Auxiliary Forces." One of the most curious ! objects in Lord Wolseley's study is his case of presentation swords which, together with printed votes of thanks passed by Parliament, be has received at various times. The most ornamental of these is that presented by the City of London at the close of tho Ashantee War. The prettiest is the Toledo ))lade given him by Lord Airey ; while the most fantastic is a curious curved blade, presented to him by the residents of Cairo whose property he had saved from destruction. There is DO doubt that had he not adopted the bold plan of pushing on a flying column of cavalry, Cairo would have been burnt to the ground by the beaten rebels.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1915-01-30 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

VERSE.  She took up one of the magazines and glanced through it casually, but somehow it did not appeal to the old lady, and so she laid it down again. There was a volume of poems richly hound in vellum on the table by her side, and for a little while the story of its gallant knights and lovely maidens bewitched her. But soot the weight of the book began to tire her feeble bands. After that, quite as a last resort, she took up the evening paper and glanced through it just to while away the time. She had never taken much concern in politics, thk, latest Parisian fashion did not interest her in the least, but presently three little rem% wedged in between a. lurid account of a murder and a patent medicine advertisemeaat caught her The poem was Eugene Field's 'Little Boy Blue," and at the very first lines of it the old lady became all attention—  The little toy dog is covered with dust. But sturdy and vatinell it stands. And the litt,l tin soldier is covered with rust, And his musket molds in his hands.  Very slowly, as she read on. the tears came into her eyes and dimmed the spectacles so that she could scarcely see the lines of the second verse: Now don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" Then, toddling off to his trundle bed, - He dreamed or his pretty toys.  as he was dreaming, an angel song A.wakened our little boy. Oh,. the years are many-Yes, they were many! It was more than half a century ago now. The paper dropped from the old lady's lia.nd and rustled to the floor. There was no use in trying to read any more. for her thoughts had flown away now to the time when she had had just such. a Little Boy Bu as that. Since then she .had had lots of other children. Even now, as she sat there in the twilight, she could hear the shouts of. her grandchildren at play not far away. but little .C4ordie had been her first-born, aud stwawhow the others were different, and nobody knew just how but. herself. ;She had daughters to console . ber in her widowhood, and when her married .daughter had died, her children had been left. But with little Geordie it was different. They only knew of him by the little headston in the graveyard; but to her—why. after reading thai litte poem, it seemed as though it were only yesterday that he was toddling along beside her, rosy and bright, and lull of fun. And he used to say just thow, things—she reme.mbereA. 'Why, mother,!' said her daughtor as she came in, "you've been crying! What's the matter "It was nothing, dear," answered the old lady. as she wiped her eyes. "I was reading, ten know, and it. upset me a little. It was only bit of newspaper Yerse."—J. Sedgwick, 4, Caal. tow-street, West Hartlepool.
Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1915-10-30 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

THE RESPONSIBILITY.  In Sheffield they make knives, perhaps the best and most powerful knives in the world: Now suppose a manufacturer sends you one of these valuable knives as a Christmas gift. You duly receive it, perhaps admire it, and put it to good and serviceable use. But something goes wrong, you lose your grace or your temper, and in your mad folly you begin to hack and murder all whom you can. Who would be responsible? The man who made the knife, presented it to you as a gift, or yourself ? Few, I think, will fail to see where the blame would have to be placed,  The bestowal of a gift or power is not and cannot be the same as responsibility for its use. Hence to charge God with responsibility for the war is as unfair as it would be to charge Him with every murderous assault, or with the pain and suffering involved if one were deliberately to put one's hand in the tire. To do such things is to do them with the full knowledge of what will happen: and we ought to have known, and the nations ought to have known, that if they pursued certain selfish and headstrong eourses, war, with all its calamity and suffering, would follow as surely as there is pain in fire or death in poison.  These things have followed, and what is needed now is not to blame God—God who, by His Spirit, by the working of natural law, and by the teaching of His Word, has plainly indicated the inevitable results. No! I say it is not ours to blame God, but to obey God, and to work for peace as surely as we have worked for war. It may be, but am not here to argue the point to-night, that we have got to that horrible stage when war can only be ended by war. In "King John" Shakespeare voices the national feeling—  " The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords. In such a just and charitable war."  We are now brought to a most vital consideration: It man is responsible for the war, and man must end it, wherein comes our appeals to the Almighty ? Is God helpless? Cannot He do anything to lift us out of the appalling abyss? Thank God He can do much. He is doing much. He will do much. But He can never stop the war until we are ,fit and ready for it to be stopped. sorrow in itself is not an adequate reason. There are things infinitely worse than sorrow or pain or death. Dishonour, selfishness, pride, arrogance, irreligion, are all worse. Thus if the war is to end we must do our part as well as God. We can either help or hinder the Divine action. You will remember the Gospel record: He did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief." If this means anything at all it means that the human can hinder the Divine.
Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-06-12 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

CHAPTER XIII. IN THE TOILS OF THE HUNTER.  FOR one brief moment Tredegar stood irresolute. He was thinking not of himself, but of the woman who had come out to save him, and who would be compromised for life. He turned, and grasped her arm roughly. Scream !" he said, in a whisper. "Loud. 50 they can hear you! Quick !" , She was silent.  " Scream, damn you!" he said, hoarsely ; and he gripped her so tightly with his power MI fingers that she gave a pim.cing shriek of . .  Then he ran swiftly from her side, as though tie had been surprised in an attempted murder. It did not matter which way he ran. On one tide there was the cliff : on the other the sea with two boats on it. !.fore and behind him the dark figures of his pursuers. He moved rapidly up to those who had landed from the boats, and stopped. " What do you want ?" be said, quietly. " Let me pass !•' . .  Half a dozen guns were levelled at him, and struck aside by the more prudent who iaw that the other party was in the dimet line of tire. None of them moved forward.  " Let me pass !" he said. " I am EmrvFrçtr, arid von had b:tter not stop me !" " We will stop you all right !" said the voice of John Walroyd ; and some of, the men laughed. Trede,mr's blood boiled. Ho could only remcmb:4 that a fortnight ago he had saved this man's life.  You fools !" he cried. " You are after the wrong man. Let me Again they laughed. ,Then he clenched his fists and went straight for them. He knew the game was up, and that escape was practically impossible. Some of them were armed, awl though they would not dare fire while he was in their midst, they would loose a volley directly he got clear of them. It would, indeed, be a miracle if one of them did not hit him. He realised to the full that they would kill him rather than let him escape. And so he dashed into their midst for a last good light, every muscle in his frame strung up for a contest that would leave its mark on more than one of his adversaries,  If they had not been so close together they would have moved aside to let him pass and trusted to their guns. But very shame kept them in position. The first two went spinning to the shingle. and then half a dozen leaped upon hint and tried to tear him to the ground. He tore off two, one with each hand, and shook the others with such violence that they swung off their feet and fell heavily from him, taking pieces of cloth off in their grips. Then another lot sprang upon him. and he saw the ugly flash of a knife. He had restrained himself till then. His great strength had been almost a handicap, for he knew that a blow from his fist might possibly be mortal, and then he would be a murderer indeed. But the blue glitter of steel roused him to a sudden burst of fury. lie caught the man's wrist with one hand, and dealt him so terrific a blow on the arm with the other that the bone snapped, and the fellow shrieked with agony as the knife went tinkling to the stews.
Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-07-31 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

VICINITY. 1; A distinct attraction of Harrogate is its Iproximity to Knarisborough. This fascinating old town is grandly situated, and, from . ,  the ilarrogate road the; scene piesented is strikingly beautiful, whilst a splendid bird'seye view may be obtained from the train as it crosses the bridge just outside the station. Built principally on the steep banks of the Nidd, the old-fashioned houses seem almost to rest one upan anotiter. A nearer approach dispels the illusion, and the app arauce of the rugged and half-natural terraces which separate these architectural layers contribute to a quaint and picturesque scene which it would ba hard to surpass. The gen_ eral aspect is well wooded and picturesque. Nature and art seem to have combined to make Knaresborough doubly blest, and history has gilded with romance the bounties of both. • Harrogate or Knaresborough is a delightful holiday centre from which the glorious scenery of Nidderdale may be advantageously and conveniently explored. Knaresborough is indeed an old town referral to in the Domesday Book. The history of the Castle is very romantic. Often has it been the scene of oeadly strife and its wall, for a whole year sheltered the murderers of Thomas-astiecket. But perhaps the mast romantic incident in the history of Knaresborough Castle is one associated with its seige by the Parliamentary forces under Colonel Lilburn in 1644. The garrison which held out for the King was composed of townsmen, but the town was in the hands of the besiegers, and they were being gradually starved into surrender. A young man in town. whose father was in the castle, several times at the risk of his life conveyed victuals to him at night by getting into the moat, which was dry, climbing the glacis, and putting the provisions through a hole, where his father was ready to receive them. He was at last observed by the guard of the besiegers, who fired on him but missed. He was, however, captured and sentenced to be hanged in sight of the castle as a warning to others. When the execution was about to be carried out, several ladies, headed by one of the name of Whincup, petitioned the commander for his pardon, as a result of which he was respited, and, when the troops left the place. set at liberty. There are many objects of peculiar interest in Knaresborough and its immediate vicinity. The ••Dropping Well." hidden amongst the luxuriant foliage of the "Long Walk," is of natural as well as of historical interest. Remarkably cold water which has petrifying qualities issues from a limestone spring at the rate of about twenty gallons per minute, and flows profusely over a projecting rock, making a kinel cf natural shower bath. Objects such as boots, ties, gloves, birds, and small animals may be seen suspended in the water in course of petrifaction. The hist Grical associations of the spot centre in -Mother Shipton's Cave," which is close to the well, and is popularly recognised as the "sanctum sanctorum" of this celebrated witch of the time of Henry
Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-12-24 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

THE WEAPONS OF MYSTERY.  BY JOSEPH HOOKLNG.  CHAPTER XIV. AN ATHEIST.  For the next three months I was an atheist! These are eivy words to write, but terrible to realize. No one but these who know can tell the terror of a man who has given up belief in an Eternal Goodness, is a living God that cares for man. I left Yorkshire with some little Lope in my heurt-.-the memory of Gcrtrucle's words was with me, cheering me during the long ride; but when once alone in my rooms, nothing but a feeling of utter desolation possessed my heart. The terrible night on the Yorkshire moors came back again, the dark forbidding waters, the ghastly red hand, the gleaming knife, the struggle— all were real. Did I kill him? I did not know. Possibly I was a murderer in act,l if not in thought. I could not beer to, think of it. Who can bear to think of having taken away a fellow-creature's life? Anal he might be lying in Drearwater Pond even then!  Then there was the terrible spell that this man had case upon me. I felt it clinging to every fibre of my being. I was not living a true life; I was living a dual life. A power extraneous to myself, and vet possessing me, made me a mere machine. As the days and weeks passed away things became worse. I promised Gertrude to exert myself to find haffar, to set her free from her promise to Voltaire; but I could not do it. His command was upon me. I felt that it was ever in his mind that I should not make any efforts, and I had to obey. And his power was evil, his motives were fiendish, his nature was depraved. Still preachers talked of a living God, of the good being stronger than the evil. It could not be. -Try! try! Resist I resist! Struggle! struggle!" said hope and duty and love; and I , tried, I resisted, I struggled. And still I was bound in chains; still I W3S held by a 'mysterioas occult power. Then it ceased to feel to be a duty to rid, . Gertrude of Voltaire. Why should I struggle and resist? Supposing I succeeded, was, 'I any more fit to be her husband than he?, 'What was I? At best a poor weak creature, the plaything of a villain. At any time lie could exert his power and make use his, slave. But I might be worse than that. I might, with my own hand, have sent a man ' into eternity. How did I know it was Voltaire's power. that made me do the deed? 'Might nob my blind passion have swept me, on to this dark deed? But that could not be. No, no; I could not believe that. Besides, Vollaire bad told me it was because of him. Still, I was not fit to be her husband.  Then her words came back to me, and her pure influence gave me strength. She, so pure, so true, had seemed to understand my position, had bid me hope and be brave. She had told me she loved me—she, whom hundreds of brave men would lore to call theiT
Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1903-10-16 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

ROD AND LINE;  --4.- One of the rarest, and most expensive of Chinese goldfishes is the bruAtail, a pair of which sells for $lOOO. Probably there is no other living thing of its size and weight that is worth Kt much money.  Angling during the last few days has been uncertain. Very few anglers have bees out on the upper reaches of the Yore between Hawes and Ripon. The weather has been very wild, and rain has fallen heavily, consequently all the Yorkshire rivers are running very high.  Very few anglera have been out on the upper reaches of the Wharfs between Appletreewick and Ilkey. Fly fishing for I grayling has been almost nil owing to the very high winds. In the lower reaches very Ilittle has been doing owing to the ooloured state of the water.  A woman ran out of the house crying "Fire" as loud as she could (telt. A pedestrian, who was passing by, sprang up the steps and into the hall, and being unable to see or smell smoke, he turned to the galsing and excited woman and asked: -Where is the fire? I can't see any signs of one." "I —I didn't mean fire! I—l meant murder!" she replied. F. there a man in the house?" "No sir." -Who tried to murder you ?" , "Oh, I didn't mean murder; but that big pike my husband caught ha, jumped right off the table."  The pike are beginning to move in the Roston Spa and Tadcaster Lengths. Mr. Mat. Handley landed a fine specimen pike, weighing 141 b., which has been sent to the depot for preservation, and after a time will , adorn the walls of the Robin Hood Angling I Club.  He was an angler blithe and gay, Who to the water made his way, Resolved upon the bank to stay In expectation Of something big, a blie-ful dream Of "whopper" roach or monster bream, Such as dwell only in the stream-Imagination." What made him give a sort of sob When downward went the goose-quill _ _  • • bob ? _ What was it caused his heart to Throb?—  Anticipation. But when he raised the line so firm, And saw an “elver" upward squirm, Be fully realised the term, "Realisation." His spirits sank. He'd eat his hat If he Irad ever come for that. For many seconds thus he Fat In contemplation. Convinced was he, as home that day With empty creel he made his way, He must have laboured under a Hallucination. "San Franci,co Journal."  The Styles for the coming winter lx4riend the home dressmaker; nose are difficult to make up. Coats for girls of fourteen and fifteen are nearly all "a la militaire," and. lbeing loose-fitting, can be made by the aid 'uf a good ;paper pattern. They are not ne-, ces,arily blue piped with rd, but are shown, in a variety of other colours—dark grean piped with white, brown piped with orange or green, crimson-red with block, aml black piped with white or scarlet. The cloth used is thick and rough inside. Except for ' the sleeves no lining is needed. Another 'very smart model in vibeTline cloth was a Idouble-breasted coat with large collar and full sleeves turned back with a two-inch I cuff, both collar and cuffs,Ming bound with !narrow brown fur.--Mrs. Leach's Children's Dressmaker" for November.
Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1898-04-01 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

JOSEPH LEAVER, F.N.P.S. Elsewhere we print an amusing report of a bogus parliament at Salem in which the characteristic enthusiasm of its members for the temperance cause stands out in all its rugged strength and truthfulness.  Tins week we report two of our women's conventions, one in connection with Liberal polities and the other with temperance. Both are sharply significant of the pro- ' grossly. times in which we live, though neither the Nelson Women's Liberal Association nor the Nelson Branch of the British Women's Temperance Association professes to be. perfect organization. They simply claim to be the beginnings of what to time will undoubtedly become great forces in this municipal life of ours. Neither scoffing nor misrepresentation will alter facts, and we are sorry that a contemporary has done his best to pour both on the speeches of the ladies at the meeting of the Nelson Women's Liberal Association. It is as vain an effort as that of the dear old lady who is said to have tried to sweep back the incoming tide with bet' broom. His discourtesy, we hope, will soon be forgotten, but we are sure the movement will go on deepening in influent* and power. We congratulate our local iodic* on their success in holding public meetings, and we compliment them with the utmost and truest sincerity on the sensible and excellent speeches which they made while bolding them. It will strengthen them to know they bare not deserved the sneers of the enemy, who is always ready to falsify and villify his political opponents.  WE are glad to say that the public subscription DOW being raised on behalf of the poor widow and fatherless children of the man who was recently murdered in Nelson is growing apace, sad is now nearing £9O. Mrs. LIOULDSWOETH is practically left with four young children on her bands, and she is entirely without means. Mrs. THISTLETHWAITE, the girl-wife of the unhappy man now in Btrangeways gaol awaiting his trial on a capital charge, bee now no children or others depending on her. Her map:vomits less difficulties. But it bas not yet been decided how the relief fund is to be applied.  As to the contents for the Brier&Ll Urban District Oesocil, the crampons= between the rece-ird, of the respective condi. dears. to tvo., at least, out if the throe ward., IV ovArwhohniegly in favour of Alderttrio Jar:. smith and Mr. Thomas Pratt, who wete iu harness and toiling in the public service long before their opponents thought of public life. itsperienoe and ability are on the side of Messrs. Smith and Pratt, the highly esteemed old servants of the public, and we trust the voters will not have dust thrown in their eyes by their opponents.  The Liberals will know what to do in the West Ward. There it will be • great trial of party strength, and if they do not avow themselves, they may, we fear, for • long time have to take • back seat and hold their peace.