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THE LIGHT SHINES IN DARKNESS
DRAMA
CHARACTERS
NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH SARÝNTSOV.
MARY IVÁNOVNA SARÝNTSOVA. His wife.
LYÚBA. Their daughter.
STYÓPA. Their son.
VÁNYA. A younger son.
MISSY. Their daughter.
THE SARÝNTSOVS' LITTLE CHILDREN.
ALEXANDER MIKÁYLOVICH STARKÓVSKY. (Lyúba's betrothed in Act IV).
MITROFÁN ERMÍLYCH. Ványa's tutor.
THE SARÝNTSOVS' GOVERNESS.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA KÓHOVTSEVA. Mary Ivánovna's sister.
PETER SEMYÓNOVICH KÓHOVTSEV. Her husband.
LISA. Their daughter.
PRINCESS CHEREMSHÁNOV.
BORÍS. Her son.
TÓNYA. Her daughter.
A YOUNG PRIEST.
THE SARÝNTSOVS' NURSE.
THE SARÝNTSOVS' MEN-SERVANTS.
IVÁN ZYÁBREV. A peasant.
A PEASANT WOMAN. His wife.
MALÁSHKA. His daughter (carrying her baby-brother).
PETER. A peasant.
A RURAL POLICEMAN.
FATHER GERÁSIM. A priest.
A NOTARY.
A CARPENTER.
A GENERAL.
HIS ADJUTANT.
A COLONEL.
A REGIMENTAL CLERK.
A SENTINEL.
TWO SOLDIERS.
A GENDARME OFFICER.
HIS CLERK.
THE CHAPLAIN OF THE REGIMENT.
THE CHIEF DOCTOR IN A MILITARY ASYLUM.
AN ASSISTANT DOCTOR.
WARDERS.
AN INVALID OFFICER.
PIANIST.
COUNTESS.
ALEXANDER PETRÓVICH.
PEASANT MEN AND WOMEN, STUDENTS, LADIES, DANCING COUPLES.
THE LIGHT SHINES IN DARKNESS
ACT I
SCENE 1
The scene represents the verandah of a fine country-house, in front
of which a croquet-lawn and tennis-court are shown, also a
flower-bed. The children are playing croquet with their governess.
Mary Ivánovna Sarýntsova, a handsome elegant woman of forty; her
sister, Alexándra Ivánovna Kóhovtseva, a stupid, determined woman of
forty-five; and her husband, Peter Semyónovich Kóhovtsef, a fat
flabby man, dressed in a summer suit, with a pince-nez, are sitting
on the verandah at a table with a samovár and coffee-pot. Mary
Ivánovna Sarýntsova, Alexándra Ivánovna Kóhovtseva, and Peter
Semyónovich Kóhovtsev are drinking coffee, and the latter is
smoking.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. If you were not my sister, but a stranger, and
Nicholas Ivánovich not your husband, but merely an acquaintance, I
should think all this very original, and perhaps
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NOTES AND QUERIES:
A MEDIUM OF INTER-COMMUNICATION
FOR
LITERARY MEN, ARTISTS, ANTIQUARIES, GENEALOGISTS, ETC.
"When found, make a note of."--Captain Cuttle.
VOL. V.--No. 120. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14. 1852.
Price Fourpence. Stamped Edition, 5_d._
CONTENTS.
Page
NOTES:--
The Old Countess of Desmond 145
The Imperial Eagle of France 147
Folk Lore:--Valentine's Day--Nottingham Hornblowing--Bee
Superstitions; Blessing Apple-trees;
"A Neck! a Neck!"--Hooping Cough 148
Note on the Coins of Vabalathus 148
The Agnomen of "Brother Jonathan," of Masonic
Origin 149
Minor Notes:--Hippopotamus, Behemoth--Curious
Inscription--Coins of Edward III. struck at Antwerp
in 1337 149
QUERIES:--
Is the Walrus found in the Baltic? 150
English Free Towns, by J. H. Parker 150
Minor Queries:--Bishop Hall's Resolutions--Mother
Huff and Mother Damnable--Sir Samuel Garth--German's
Lips--Richard Leveridge--Thomas Durfey--Audley
Family--Ink--Mistletoe excluded from
Churches--Blind taught to read--Hyrne, Meaning of--The
fairest Attendant of the Scottish Queen--"Soud,
soud, soud, soud!"--Key Experiments--Shield
of Hercules--"Sum Liber, et non sum," &c. 150
MINOR QUERIES ANSWERED:--Whipping a Husband;
Hudibras--Aldus--"The last links are broken"--Under
Weigh or Way--The Pope's Eye--"History
is Philosophy" 152
REPLIES:--
Coverdale's Bible, by George Offor 153
"As Stars with Trains of Fire," &c.,
by Samuel Hickson 154
Dials, Dial Mottoes, &c. 155
Can Bishops vacate their Sees? 156
Character of a True Churchman 156
Wearing Gloves in Presence of Royalty 157
Gospel Oaks 157
The Pendulum Demonstration 158
Expurgated Quaker Bible, by Archdeacon Cotton 158
Junius Rumours 159
Wady Mokatteb not mentioned in Num. xi. 26.,
by Rev. Dr. Todd 159
Replies to Minor Queries:--Rotten Row--"Preached from a
Pulpit rather than a Tub"--Olivarius--Slavery in Scotland
--Cibber's Lives of the Poets--Theoloneum--John of
Padua--Stoke--Eliza Fenning--Ghost Stories--Autographs of
Weever and Fuller--Lines on the Bible--Hell-rake--Family
Likenesses--Grimsdyke--Portraits of Wolfe, &c. 160
MISCELLANEOUS:--
Notes on Books, &c. 166
Books and Odd Volumes wanted 166
Notices to Correspondents 167
Advertisements 167
Notes.
THE OLD COUNTESS OF DESMOND.
(_Continued from_ Vol. iv., p. 426.)
I feel much obliged to J. H. M., who writes from Bath, and has directed
my attention to Horace Walpole's "minute inquiry" respecting the "Old
Countess of Desmond," as also to "Pennant's Tours," all which I have had
opportunity of examining since I wrote to you last. The references do
not incline me to alter one word of the opinion I have ventured as to
the identity of this lady; on the contrary, with the utmost respect for
his name and services to the cause of antiquarian research, I propose to
show that Horace Walpole (whose interest in the question was, by his own
confession, but incidental, and ancillary to his historic inquiries into
the case of Richard III., and who had no direct data to go on) knew
nothing of the matter, and was quite mistaken as to the individual.
Before I proceed on this daring undertaking, I beg to say, that an
inspection of Pennant's print, called "The Old Countess of Desmond,"
_satisfies_ me that it is _not_ taken from a duplicate picture of that
in possession of the Knight of Kerry: though there certainly is a
resemblance in the faces of the two portraits, yet the differences are
many and decisive. Pennant says that there are "four other pictures in
Great Britain in the same dress, and without any difference of feature,"
besides that at Dupplin Castle, from which his print was copied; but
that of the Knight of Kerry must be reckoned as a sixth portrait, taken
at a _much more advanced period_ of life: in it the wrinkles and
features denote _extreme_ old age. The head-dresses are markedly
different, that of Pennant being a _cloth_ hood lying back from the face
in folds; in the Knight of Kerry's, the head-dress is more like a beaver
bonnet standing forward from the head, and throwing the face somewhat
into shade. In Pennant's, the cloak is plainly fastened by leathern
strap, somewhat after the manner of a laced shoe; in the other, the
fastening is a single button: but the difference most marked is this,
that the persons originally sitting for these pictures, looked opposite
ways, and, of course, presented different sides to the painter. So that,
in Pennant's plate, the _right side-face_ is forward; and in the other,
the left: therefore, these pictures are markedly and manifestly neither
the same, nor copies either of the other.
It does not concern us, in order to maintain the authority of our
_Irish_ picture, to follow up the question at issue between Pennant and
Walpole but I may here observe, that either must be wrong in an
important matter of fact. Walpole, in a note to his "Fugitive Pieces"
(Lord Orford's _Works_, vol. i. p. 210-17.), writes thus: "_Having by
permission of the Lord Chamberlain obtained a copy of the picture at
Windsor Castle, called The Countess of Desmond, I discovered that it is
not her portrait; on the back is written in an old hand, 'The Mother of
Rembrandt.'_" He then proceeds to prove the identity of this picture
with one given to King Charles I. by Sir Robert Car, "My Lord Ankrom"
(after Duke of Roxburg), and set down in the Windsor Catalogue as
"_Portrait of an old woman, with a great scarf on her head, by
Rembrandt_." Pennant's note differs from this in an essential
particular; he mentions this picture at Windsor Castle thus: "_This was
a present from Sir Robert Car, Earl of Roxburg, as is signified on the
back; above it is written with a pen,_ 'REMBRANDT' (not a word of his
_mother_), _which must be a mistake, for Rembrandt was not fourteen
years of age in 1614_, at a time when _it is certain (?) that the
Countess was not living, and... it does not appear that he ever visited
England_."
The discrepancy of these two accounts is obvious--if it "_be written in
an old hand, 'The Mother of Rembrandt,'_" on the back of the picture, it
seems strange that Pennant should _omit_ the first three words; if they
be not so written, it seems equally strange that Walpole should venture
to _add_ them. I presume the picture at Windsor is still extant; and
probably some reader of "N. & Q." having access to it, will be so good
as to settle the question of accuracy and veracity between two
gentlemen, of whom one must be guilty of _suppressio veri_, or the other
of _suggestio falsi_.
Horace Walpole, or his editor, must have corrected his "Fugitive Pieces"
since the "Strawberry Hill edition," to which J. H. M. refers, was
printed; for in the edition I have consulted, instead of saying "I can
make no sense of the word _noie_," the meaning is correctly given in a
foot-note to the inscription; and the passage given by J. H. M. is
altogether omitted from the text.
I must now proceed in my bold attempt to show that Horace Walpole knew
nothing of a matter, into which he made a "minute inquiry." This may
seem presumptuous in a tyro towards one of the old masters of
antiquarian lore and research; but I plead in apology the great advance
of the science since Horace Walpole's days, and the greater plenty of
materials for forming or correcting a judgement. It has been well said,
that a single chapter of Mr. Charles Knight's _Old England_ would full
furnish and set up an antiquarian of the last century; and this is true,
such and so many are the advantages for obtaining information, which we
modern antiquaries possess over those who are gone before us; and
lastly, to quote old Fuller's quaintness, I would say that "a dwarf on a
giant's shoulders can see farther than he who carries him:" thus do I
explain and excuse my attempt to impugn the conclusion of Horace
Walpole.
Walpole's first conjectures applied to a Countess of Desmond, whose tomb
is at Sligo in Ireland, and who was widow to that _Gerald_, the
sixteenth earl, _ingens rebellibus exemplar_, who was outlawed, and
killed in the wood of _Glanagynty_, in the county of Kerry, A.D. 1583.
Walpole applied to an Irish correspondent for copies of the inscriptions
on her tomb; but we need not follow or discuss the supposition of her
identity with "the old Countess" further, for he himself abandons it,
and writes to his Irish correspondent thus:--"_The inscriptions you have
sent me have not cleared away the difficulties relating to the Countess
of Desmond; on the contrary, they make me doubt whether the lady
interred at Sligo was the person reported to have lived to such an
immense age._"
Well might he doubt it, for in no one particular could they be
identified: _e.g._ the lady buried at Sligo made her will in 1636, and
survived to 1656,--a date long beyond the latest assigned for the demise
of "the old Countess." Sir Walter Raleigh expressly says, "the old
Countess had _held her jointure from all the Earls of Desmond since the
time of Edward IV._," a description which could not apply to the widow
of a person who did not die until 1583, in the reign of Elizabeth. There
are many other _impossibilities_ in the case, discussed by Walpole, into
which it is unnecessary to follow him.
Walpole then reverts to the issue of Thomas, the sixth Earl of Desmond,
who was compelled to surrender his earldom, A.D. 1418, for making an
"inferior marriage;" and conjectures that "the old Countess" might have
been the wife of a grandson of his born 1452, or thereabouts, who would
be, as Walpole states, "a titular earl:" but this absurd supposition is
met by the fact of our "old Countess" enjoying a jointure from all the
earls _de facto_ in another line; a provision which the widow of an
adverse claimant to the earldom could hardly have made good.
Walpole's last conjecture, following the suggestion of Smith's _History
of Cork_, fixes on the widow of Thomas (_the twelfth earl_, according to
the careful pedigree of Sir William Betham, though Smith erroneously
calls him the thirteenth earl), and asserts the identity of the "old
Countess" with a _second_ wife, called "Catherine Fitzgerald of Dromana"
(the Dacres branch of the Geraldines): for this assertion Smith, in a
footnote, quotes "the Russel MSS.," and Walpole calls this "the most
positive evidence we have." Of the MSS. referred to, I can find no
further trace, and this "positive evidence" is weakened by the silence
of Lodge's _Peerage_ as to any second marriage of the earl in question,
while, on the contrary, he gives many probabilities against it. Thomas
(moyle, or bald), twelfth earl, succeeded to his nephew, James, the
eleventh earl, in 1529, being then in extreme age, and died in five
years after; he was the second brother of James, ninth earl, murdered in
1587--whose widow I affirm the old Countess to have been. Let us not
lose sight of the fact, that the "old Countess," by general consent, was
married in the reign of Edward IV., who died 1483. And I would ask, what
probability is there that a younger brother would be already married to
a _second wife_, in the lifetime of his elder brother, who is described
as murdered "while flourishing in wealth and power at the age of
twenty-nine years?" The supposition carries improbability on the face of
it; none of the genealogies mention this second marriage at all; and Dr.
Smith, whose county histories I have had particular occasion to examine,
was, though a diligent collector of _reports_, no antiquarian authority
to rely on. Above all, it is to be remembered, that Sir Walter Raleigh
calls her "_The old Countess of Desmond of_ INCHEQUIN:" this is in
itself proof, all but positive, that the lady was an _O'Bryen_, for none
other could have "part or lot" in the hereditary designation of that
family: hence I have no hesitation in adhering to the conclusion, which,
with slight correction of dates, I have adopted from accurate
authorities, that "MARGARET O'BRIEN, WIFE OF JAMES, NINTH EARL OF
DESMOND, WHO WAS MURDERED IN 1587, WAS THE GENUINE AND ONLY 'OLD
COUNTESS.'" Upon the only point on which I venture to correct my
authority, namely, as to the date of the earl's death, I find, on
reference to an older authority than any to which we have hitherto
referred, that my emendation is confirmed. In the Annals of the Four
Masters, compiled from more ancient documents still, in the year 1636, I
find, under the date 1487, the following: "The Earl of Desmond, James
Fitzgerald, was treacherously killed by his own people at Rathgeola
(Rathkeale, co. Limerick), at the instigation of his brother John."
A. B. R.
Belmont.
THE IMPERIAL EAGLE OF FRANCE.
On reading the _Times_ of the 7th ult. at our city library, in which the
following translation of a paragraph in the French journal, _Le
Constitutionnel_, appeared, application was made to me for an
explanation of that part where the Emperor Napoleon is represented as
stating, among other advantages of preferring an eagle to a cock as the
national emblem or ensign, which, during the ancient dynasty of France,
the latter had been--
"_that it owes its origin to a pun._ I will not have the cock,
said the Emperor; it lives on the dunghill, and allows itself to
have its throat twisted by the fox. I will take the eagle, which
bears the thunderbolt, and which can gaze on the sun. The French
eagles shall make themselves respected, like the Roman eagles. The
cock, besides, has the disadvantage of owing its origin to a pun,"
&c.
Premising that the French journalist's object is to authorise the
present ruler of France's similar adoption and restoration of the noble
bird on the French standard by the example of his uncle, I briefly
stated the circumstance to which Napoleon, on this occasion, referred;
and as not unsuited, I should think, to your miscellany, I beg leave to
repeat it here.
In 1545, during the sitting of the Council of Trent, Peter Danes, one of
the most eminent ecclesiastics of France, who had been professor of
Greek, and filled several other consonant stations, appeared at the
memorable council as one of the French representatives. While there, his
colleague, Nicholas Pseaume, Bishop of Verdun, in a vehement oration,
denounced the relaxed discipline of the Italians, when Sebastian Vancius
de Arimino (so named in the "Canones et Decreta" of the Council), Bishop
of Orvietto (Urbevetanus), sneeringly exclaimed "Gallus cantat,"
dwelling on the double sense of the word Gallus--a Frenchman or a cock,
and intending to express "the cock crows;" to which Danes promptly and
pointedly responded, "Utinam et Galli cantum Petrus resipisceret," which
excited, as it deserved, the general applause of the assembly, thus
turning the insult into a triumph. The apt allusion will be made clear
by a reference to the words of the Gospels: St. Matthew, xxvi. 75.; St.
Mark, xiv. 68. 72.; St. Luke, xxii. 61-2.; and St. John, xviii. 27.,
where the [Greek: alektorophonia] of the original is the "cantus galli"
of the Vulgate, and where Petrus represents the pope, who is aroused to
_resipiscere_ by the example of his predecessor St. Peter.
This incident in the memorable assembly is adverted to in the French
contemporary letters and memoirs, but more particularly in the
subsequent publication of a learned member of Danes's family, _La Vie,
Eloges et Opuscules de Pierre Danes, par P. Hilaire Danes_, Paris, 1731,
4to., with the the portrait of the Tridentine deputy, who became Bishop
of Lavaur, in Languedoc (now departement du Saone), and preceptor to
Francis, the short-lived husband of Mary Stuart, before that prince's
ascent to the throne. So high altogether was he held in public
estimation, that he was supposed well entitled to the laudatory anagram
formed of his name (Petrus Danesius), "De superis natus."
In the Council of Trent there only appeared two Englishmen, Cardinal
Pole and Francis Gadwell[1], Bishop of St. Asaph, with three Irish
prelates, (1) Thomas Herliky, Bishop of Ross, called Thomas Overlaithe
in the records of the Council; (2) Eugenius O'Harte, there named
Ohairte, a Dominican friar, Bishop of Ardagh; and (3) Donagh MacCongal,
Bishop of Raphoe: Sir James Ware adds a fourth, Robert Waucup, or
Vincentius, of whom, however, I find no mention in the official
catalogue of the assisting prelates. Deprived of sight, according to
Ware, from his childhood, he yet made such proficiency in learning,
that, after attaining the high degree of Doctor of Sorbonne in France,
he was appointed Archbishop of Armagh, or Primate of Ireland; but of
this arch-see he never took possession, it being held by a _reformed_
occupant, Dr. George Dowdall, appointed by Henry VIII. in 1543.
[Footnote 1: [Query, Thomas Goldwell.]]
J. R. (Cork.)
FOLK LORE.
_Valentine's Day_ (Vol. v., p. 55.).--Your correspondent J. S. A. will
find the following notice of a similar custom to the one he alludes to
in Mr. L. Jewitt's paper on the Customs of the County of Derby, in the
last number of the _Journal of the British Archaeological Association_:
"Of the latter (divinations) there is a curious instance at
Ashborne, where a young woman who wishes to divine who her future
husband is to be, goes into the church-yard at midnight, and as
the clock strikes twelve, commences running round the church,
repeating without intermission--
'I sow hemp-seed, hemp-seed I sow,
He that loves me best
Come after me and mow.'
Having thus performed the circuit of the church twelve times
without stopping, the figure of her lover is supposed to appear
and follow her."
J.
_Nottingham Hornblowing._--About the beginning of December the boys in
and around Nottingham amuse themselves, to the annoyance of the more
peaceable inhabitants, by parading the streets and blowing horns. I have
noticed this for several years, and therefore do not think it is any
whim or caprice which causes them to act thus; on the contrary, I think
it must be the relic of some ancient custom. If any of your
correspondents could elucidate this, it would particularly oblige
STOMACHOSUS.
_Bee Superstitions--Blessing Apple-trees--"A Neck! a Neck!"_--The
superstition concerning the bees is common among the smaller farmers in
the rural districts of Devon. I once knew an apprentice boy _sent back_
from the funeral _cortege_ by the nurse, to tell the bees of it, as it
had been forgotten. They usually put some wine and honey for them before
the hives on that day. A man whose ideas have been confused frequently
says his "head has been among the bees" (buzzing).
The custom is still very prevalent in Devonshire of "hollowing to the
apple-trees" on Old Christmas Eve. Toasted bread and sugar is soaked in
new cider made hot for the farmer's family, and the boys take some out
to pour on the oldest tree, and sing--
"Here's to thee,
Old apple-tree,
From every bough
Give apples enough,
Hat fulls, cap fulls
Bushel, bushel boss fulls.
Hurrah, hurrah!"
The village boys go round also for the purpose, and get some halfpence
given them for their "hollering," as they call it. I believe this to be
derived from a Pagan custom of offering to Ceres.
The farmer's men have also a custom, on cutting the last sheaf of wheat
on the farm, of shouting out "A neck! a neck!" as they select a handful
of the finest ears of corn, which they bind up, and plait the straw of
it, often very prettily, which they present to the master, who hangs it
up in the farm kitchen till the following harvest. I do not know whence
this custom arises.
WILLIAM COLLYNS, M.R.C.S.
Kenton.
_Hooping Cough._--In Cornwall, a slice of bread and butter or cake
belonging to a married couple whose Christian names are John and Joan,
if eaten by the sufferer under this disorder, is considered an
efficacious remedy, though of course not always readily found.
W. S. S.
NOTE ON THE COINS OF VABALATHUS.
(Vol. iv., pp. 255. 427. 491.)
Since the publication of my last note on the coins of Vabalathus, I have
obtained the _Lettres Numismatiques_ du Baron Marchant, 1850. The
original edition being very rare, and I believe only three hundred of
this one having been printed, I have thought it might be as well to
record some additional information from it in your pages. Marchant
reads, "Vabalathus Verenda Concessione Romanorum Imperatore Medis datus
Rex." It is needless to remark on this, further than on the more ancient
interpretations. He points out that the Greek letters, or rather
numerals, show the coins to have been struck in a country where Greek,
if not the popular language, was that of the government, along with
Latin. This country was necessarily an Oriental one, and I think this
observation would rather lead to the inference that the word VCRIMDR,
occupying the place usually filled by Caesar, Augustus, [Greek: SEBASOS],
&c., might be an Oriental title, though expressed in Latin letters.
Millin, to whom he had communicated his view, thought correctly "que ca
sentait un peu le pere Harduin," and it was only published in the
posthumous edition of his works. De Gauley has published coins struck by
the Arabs in Africa, which have Latin legends, in some of which the
Arabic titles are given in Latin letters. The Emir Musa Ben Nasir
appears thus, M[Greek: u]SE. F. NASIR. AMIRA. The coins of Vabalathus
offer a more ancient example of the same. I have given what appears to
me the clue, and I hope it will be followed out by Orientalists. M. de
Longperier, in his annotations to the 28th letter, shows that the name
[Greek: Athenas] is derived from [Greek: Athenodoros], and appears to
think [Greek: ATHENOY] or [Greek: ATHENY] the genitive of [Greek:
ATHENAS]. The difficulty, he says, is, that names in [Greek: as] have,
in the Alexandrian dialect, the genitive [Greek: atos]. He does not
appear to have noticed the reading as [Greek: HUIoS] (or [Greek: OU] as
[Greek: HO HUIoS]?), which appears to me to remove the difficulty, but
also to obviate the necessity of the name [Greek: Athenas] at all. He
remarks on the similarity of name between [Greek: Athenas], [Greek:
Athenatos], and Odenathus.
"If," he says, "we examine comparatively Vabalath ([Greek:
OUABALATH]) and Odenath, or rather Odanath, as in Zosimus, we see
an analogous formation; Ou-baalat, Ou-tanat, the feminine of Baal
or Bel, and of Tan, Dan, or Zan, preceded by the same syllable.
Baalat is a Scripture form (Jos. xix. 44.; 1 Kings ix. 48.; Paral.
ii. viii. 6.). De Gauley has found the name of Tanat in a
Phoenician inscription, and Lenormant remarks that this feminine
form of Zan, or Jupiter, corresponds to Athene. Thus Ou-tanat is
the equivalent of Athenas, consequently of Athenodorus."
Vabalathus is thus, if these etymological considerations be correct, the
son of Odenathus. Longperier proposes to read [Greek: EROTAS] for
[Greek: SROIAS], and to consider this the equivalent of Herodes,
mentioned by Trebellius Pollio. With all deference to M. de Longperier,
I venture to oppose the following objections. First, Some coins read
[Greek: SRIAS], which would read [Greek: ERTAS] on his principle. Since,
in the coins of Zenobia, Vabalathus, and those bearing the name of
Athenodorus, whether struck by Vabalathus or not, is not material at
present, we find the names at full length, not omitting the vowels, it
is natural to suppose that the same would here take place, if the word
really were the name of Herodes. To explain, if we found [Greek:
ZENOBIA] and [Greek: ZNOBIA], [Greek: ATHENODOROS] and [Greek:
ATHNDROS], or similar contractions, we might consider [Greek: EROTAS]
and [Greek: ERTAS] identical. Secondly, On my specimens of this coin I
find the [Greek: i] in this word distinctly formed, and the [Greek: T]
in the next word [Greek: AUT] _as_ distinct. All authors have read this
letter [Greek: i], although varying in the rest. Thirdly, On the obverse
of these specimens the [Greek: E] is larger and more open than the
[Greek: S], as may be seen in the conclusion [Greek:...NOS. SEB],
where it is preceded by two sigmas, and is easy to compare with them. We
should naturally expect to find it having the same form on the reverse,
if the reading [Greek: EROTAS] were correct. But it is of the same size
as the other letters, on my specimens at least. I need not say that
there is no trace of the central stroke.
W. H. S.
Edinburgh.
THE AGNOMEN OF "BROTHER JONATHAN," OF MASONIC ORIGIN.
George Washington, commander-in-chief of the American army in the
revolution, was a mason, as were all the other generals, with the
solitary exception of Arnold the traitor, who attempted to deliver West
Point, a most important position, into the hands of the enemy. It was
this treasonable act on the part of Arnold which caused the gallant
Andre's death, and ultimately placed a monument over his remains in
Westminster Abbey. On one occasion, when the American army had met with
some serious reverses, General Washington called his _brother officers_
together, to consult in what manner their effects could be the best
counteracted. Differing as they did in opinion, the commander-in-chief
postponed any action on the subject, by remarking, "Let us consult
brother Jonathan," referring to Jonathan Trumbull, who was a well-known
mason, and particularly distinguished "for his sound judgment, strict
morals, and having the tongue of good report."
George Washington was initiated a mason in Fredericksburg, Virginia,
Lodge No. 4, on the 4th of November, 1752, was passed a fellow craft on
the 3rd of March, 1753, and raised to the sublime degree of a master
mason on the 4th day of August, 1753. The hundredth anniversary of this
distinguished mason's initiation is to be celebrated in America
throughout the length and breadth of the land.
W. W.
La Valetta, Malta.
Minor Notes.
_Hippopotamus, Behemoth._--The young animal which has drawn so much
attention hitherto, will increase in attractiveness as he acquires his
voice, for which the zoologist may now _arectis auribus_ await the
development. It has appeared singular to many who knew the Greek name of
this animal to signify _river-horse_, that he should be so unlike a
horse. Nevertheless, the Greeks who knew him only at a distance, as we
did formerly, named him from his voice and ears after an animal which he
so little resembles in other respects. The Egyptian words from which the
Behemoth of Job (chap. xl. v. 10.) are derived, more fitly designate him
as _water-ox_, _B-ehe-mo[=u]t_ = literatim, _the aquatic ox_.
T. W. B.
Lichfield.
_Curious Inscription_ (Vol. iv., pp. 88. 182.).--My ecclesiological
note-book supplies two additional examples of the curious kind of
inscription communicated by your correspondents J. O. B. and MR. E. S.
TAYLOR (by the way, the one mentioned by J. O. B. was found also at St.
Olave's, Hart Street; see Weever, _Fun. Mon._). These both occur at
Winchester Cathedral: the first near a door in the north aisle, at the
south-west angle:--
[<--] ILL PREC
AC ATOR
H VI [-->]
AMBVLA
The other on the south side:
CESSIT COMMVNI PROPRIVM JAM PERGITE
QVA FAS. 1632.
[-->]
ACR S ILL CH
S A IT A ORO
ERV F IST F
[<--]
W. SPARROW SIMPSON, B.A.
[This curious inscription, with a translation, is given by Milner,
in his _History of Winchester_, vol. ii. p. 90.]
_Coins of Edward III. struck at Antwerp in 1337._--Ruding, in his
_Annals of the Coinage of Great Britain_ (3rd ed. p. 212.), describing
the coins of Edward III. (who often resided on the Continent, and whose
sister Eleanor was married to Raimond III., Duke of Guelder), says:
"In November A.D. 1337, according to Grafton, the king was made
vicar-general and lieutenant to the emperor, _with power to coin
money of gold and silver_. He kept his winter at the castle of
Louvain, and caused great sums of money, both of gold and silver,
to be coined at Antwerp."
And in the note:
"Chronicle [of Grafton?] _sub anno_. Froissart also mentions this
fact. The silver coins were probably struck with English dies, and
consequently _are not now to be distinguished_."
Now, you will oblige me by informing your English readers, that though
these may have been struck with English dies, they can readily be
distinguished from other English coins by the legends. They are
represented on Pl. viii., Nos. 19. and 20., in my _Munten der voormalige
Hertogdommen Braband en Limburg, van de vroeyste Tijden tot aan de
Pacificatie van Gend_. The type is wholly English, and agrees with the
coins of Edward III., as I have remarked in the text. The _Moneta
nostra_ indicates a joint coin (_i.e._ common to the emperor and to the
king); as Coin No. 3. Pl. xxxiii. was probably a joint coin of Edward
III. and Philip VI., King of France.
P. O. VAN DER CHYS.
Leiden.
Queries.
IS THE WALRUS FOUND IN THE BALTIC?
Is the Walrus, or Sea-Horse, ever found
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FREELAND
A SOCIAL ANTICIPATION
BY
DR. THEODOR HERTZKA
TRANSLATED BY
ARTHUR RANSOM
1891
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE
This book contains a translation of _Freiland; ein sociales Zukunftsbild_,
by Dr. THEODOR HERTZKA, a Viennese economist. The first German edition
appeared early in 1890, and was rapidly followed by three editions in an
abridged form. This translation is made from the unabridged edition, with a
few emendations from the subsequent editions.
The author has long been known as an eminent representative of those
Austrian Economists who belong to what is known on the Continent as the
Manchester School as distinguished from the Historical School. In 1872 he
became economic editor of the _Neue Freie Presse_; and in 1874 he with
others founded the Society of Austrian National Economists. In 1880 he
published _Die Gesetze der Handels-und Sozialpolitik_; and in 1886 _Die
Gesetze der Sozialentwickelung_. At various times he has published works
which have made him an authority upon currency questions. In 1889 he
founded, and he still edits, the weekly _Zeitschrift fuer Staats-und
Volkswirthschaft_.
How the author was led to modify some of his earlier views will be found
detailed in the introduction of the present work.
The publication of _Freiland_ immediately called forth in Austria and
Germany a desire to put the author's views in practice. In many of the
larger towns and cities a number of persons belonging to all classes of
society organised local societies for this purpose, and these local
societies have now been united into an International Freeland Society. At
the first plenary meeting of the Vienna _Freilandverein_ in March last, it
was announced that a suitable tract of land in British East Africa, between
Mount Kenia and the coast, had already been placed at the disposal of the
Society; and a hope was expressed that the actual formation of a Freeland
Colony would not be long delayed. It is anticipated that the English
edition of _Freiland_ will bring a considerable number of English-speaking
members into the Society; and it is intended soon to make an application to
the British authorities for a guarantee of non-interference by the
Government with the development of Freeland institutions.
Any of the readers of this book who wish for further information concerning
the Freeland movement, may apply either to Dr. HERTZKA in Vienna, or to the
Translator.
A.R.
ST. LOYES, BEDFORD: _June_, 1891.
AUTHOR'S PREFACE
The economic and social order of the modern world exhibits a strange
enigma, which only a prosperous thoughtlessness can regard with
indifference or, indeed, without a shudder. We have made such splendid
advances in art and science that the unlimited forces of nature have been
brought into subjection, and only await our command to perform for us all
our disagreeable and onerous tasks, and to wring from the soil and prepare
for use whatever man, the master of the world, may need. As a consequence,
a moderate amount of labour ought to produce inexhaustible abundance for
everyone born of woman; and yet all these glorious achievements have
not--as Stuart Mill forcibly says--been able to mitigate one human woe.
And, what is more, the ever-increasing facility of producing an abundance
has proved a curse to multitudes who lack necessaries because there exists
no demand for the many good and useful things which they are able to
produce. The industrial activity of the present day is a ceaseless confused
struggle with the various symptoms of the dreadful evil known as
'over-production.' Protective duties, cartels and trusts, guild agitations,
strikes--all these are but the desperate resistance offered by the classes
engaged in production to the inexorable consequences of the apparently so
absurd, but none the less real, phenomenon that increasing facility in the
production of wealth brings ruin and misery in its train.
That science stands helpless and perplexed before this enigma, that no beam
of light has yet penetrated and dispelled the gloom of this--the
social--problem, though that problem has exercised the minds of the noblest
and best of to-day, is in part due to the fact that the solution has been
sought in a wrong direction.
Let us see, for example, what Stuart Mill says upon this subject: 'I looked
forward... to a future'... whose views (and institutions)... shall be
'so firmly grounded in reason and in
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FIRES
BOOK II
THE OVENS, AND OTHER TALES
BY
WILFRID WILSON GIBSON
LONDON
ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET
M CM XII
_BY THE SAME WRITER_
WOMENKIND (1912)
DAILY BREAD (1910)
THE STONEFOLDS (1907)
ON THE THRESHOLD (1907)
CONTENTS
The Crane
The Lighthouse
The Money
The Snow
Red Fox
The Ovens
_Thanks are due to the editors of_ THE ENGLISH REVIEW, RHYTHM _and_ THE
NATION _for leave to reprint some of these tales_.
FIRES
THE CRANE
The biggest crane on earth, it lifts
Two hundred ton more easily
Than I can lift my heavy head:
And when it swings, the whole world shifts,
Or so, at least, it seems to me,
As, day and night, adream I lie
Upon my crippled back in bed,
And watch it up against the sky.
My mother, hunching in her chair,
Day-long, and stitching trousers there--
At three-and-three the dozen pair...
She'd sit all night, and stitch for me,
Her son, if I could only wear...
She never lifts her eyes to see
The big crane swinging through the air.
But, though she has no time to talk,
She always cleans the window-pane,
That I may see it, clear and plain:
And, as I watch it move, I walk
Who never walked in all my days...
And, often, as I dream agaze,
I'm up and out: and it is I
Who swing the crane across the sky.
Right up above the wharf I stand,
And touch a lever with my hand,
To lift a bunch of girders high,
A truck of coal, a field of grain
In sacks, a bundle of big trees,
Or beasts, too frightened in my grip
To wonder at their skiey trip:
And then I let the long arm dip
Without a hitch, without a slip,
To set them safely in the ship
That waits to take them overseas.
My mother little dreams it's I,
Up there, as tiny as a fly,
Who stand above the biggest crane,
And swing the ship-loads through the sky;
While she sits, hunching in her chair,
Day-long, and stitching trousers there--
At three-and-three the dozen pair.
And sometimes when it turns me dizzy,
I lie and watch her, ever busy;
And wonder at a lot of things
I never speak to her about:
I wonder why she never sings
Like other people on the stair...
And why, whenever she goes out
Upon a windy day, the air
Makes her sad eyes so strangely bright...
And if the colour of her hair
Was brown like mine, or always white...
And why, when through the noise of feet
Of people passing in the street,
She hears a dog yelp or sheep bleat,
She always starts up in her chair,
And looks before her with strange stare,
Yet, seeing nothing anywhere:
Though, right before her, through the sky,
The biggest crane goes swinging by.
But, it's a lucky day and rare
When she's the time to talk with me...
Though, only yesterday, when night
Shut out, at last, the crane from sight...
She, in her bed, and thinking I
Was sleeping--though I watch the sky,
At times, till it is morning-light,
And ships are waiting to unload--
I heard her murmur drowsily:
"The pit-pat-pattering of feet,
All night, along the moonlit road...
A yelp, a whistle, and a bleat...
The bracken's deep and soft and dry...
And safe and snug, and no one near...
The little burn sings low and sweet,
The little burn sings shrill and clear...
And loud all night the cock-grouse talks...
There's naught in heaven or earth to fear...
The pit-pat-pattering of feet...
A yelp, a whistle, and a bleat..."
And then, she started up in bed:
I felt her staring, as she said:
"I wonder if he ever hears
The pit-pat-pattering of sheep,
Or smells the broken bracken stalks...
While she is lying sound-asleep
Beside him... after all these years--
Just nineteen years, this very night--
Remembering?... and now, his son,
A man... and never stood upright!"
And then, I heard a sound of tears;
But dared not speak, or let her know
I'd caught a single whisper, though
I wondered long what she had done
That she should fear the pattering feet:
And when those queer words in the night
Had fretted me half-dead with fright,
And set my throbbing head abeat...
Out of the darkness, suddenly,
The crane's long arm swung over me,
Among the stars, high overhead...
And then it dipped, and clutched my bed
And I had not a breath to cry,
Before it swung me through the sky,
Above the sleeping city high,
Where blinding stars went blazing by...
My mother, hunching in her chair,
Day-long, and stitching trousers there,
At three-and-three the dozen pair,
With quiet eyes and smooth white hair...
You'd little think a yelp or bleat
Could start her; or that she was weeping
So sorely, when she thought me sleeping.
She never tells me why she fears
The pit-pat
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Getting at the Inner Man
Millions of Hearers
How a University Was Founded
Conwell's Splendid Efficiency
The Story of "Acres of Diamonds"
By ROBERT SHACKLETON
and
Fifty Years on the Lecture Platform
By RUSSELL H. CONWELL
VOLUME 7
NATIONAL
EXTENSION UNIVERSITY
597 Fifth Avenue, New York
ACRES OF DIAMONDS
Copyright, 1915, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
I
MILLIONS OF HEARERS
That Conwell is not primarily a minister--that he is a minister because
he is a sincere Christian, but that he is first of all an Abou Ben
Adhem, a man who loves his fellow-men, becomes more and more apparent as
the scope of his life-work is recognized. One almost comes to think that
his pastorate of a great church is even a minor matter beside the
combined importance of his educational work, his lecture work, his
hospital work, his work in general as a helper to those who need help.
For my own part, I should say that he is like some of the old-time
prophets, the strong ones who found a great deal to attend to in
addition to matters of religion. The power, the ruggedness, the physical
and mental strength, the positive grandeur of the man--all these are
like the general conceptions of the big Old Testament prophets. The
suggestion is given only because it has often recurred, and therefore
with the feeling that there is something more than fanciful in the
comparison; and yet, after all, the comparison fails in one important
particular, for none of the prophets seems to have had a sense of humor!
It is perhaps better and more accurate to describe him as the last of
the old school of American philosophers, the last of those
sturdy-bodied, high-thinking, achieving men who, in the old days, did
their best to set American humanity in the right path--such men as
Emerson, Alcott, Gough, Wendell Phillips, Garrison, Bayard Taylor,
Beecher;[1] men whom Conwell knew and admired in the long ago, and all
of whom have long since passed away.
[Footnote 1: The life of Henry Ward Beecher parallels that of Russell H.
Conwell in many respects. His Plymouth Church in Brooklyn became the
largest in America with a seating capacity of nearly 3,000. But it was
not to this audience alone that he preached; for, believing as Dean
Conwell did after him, that all things concerning the public welfare are
fit subjects for a minister's attention, his opinions on all questions
were eagerly followed by the public at large. He was, perhaps, the most
popular lecturer in the country of his day, and was an unrivaled
after-dinner speaker. He allied himself with the Republican party as
soon as it was formed, lent his pen and pulpit to further its aims, and
during the canvass of 1856 traveled far and wide to speak at mass
meetings.
Beecher visited Europe in 1863 for his health and when in Great Britain
he addressed vast audiences on the purpose and issues of the Civil War,
speaking in one instance for three hours consecutively, and changing
materially the state of public opinion. He was a strong advocate of free
trade and of woman suffrage. His last public speech was in favor of high
license, at Chickering Hall, New York, Feb. 25, 1887.
It was as a speaker that Beecher was seen at his best. His mastery of
the English tongue, his dramatic power, his instinctive art of
impersonation which had become a second nature, his vivid imagination,
his breadth of intellectual view, the catholicity of his sympathies, and
his passionate enthusiasm made him a preacher without a peer in his own
time and country. Later, like Beecher, Conwell was without peer in his
day and the description which characterizes the former applies with
equal force to Conwell himself.]
And Conwell, in his going up and down the country, inspiring his
thousands and thousands, is the survivor of that old-time group who used
to travel about, dispensing wit and wisdom and philosophy and courage to
the crowded benches of country lyceums, and the chairs of school-houses
and town halls, or the larger and more pretentious gathering-places of
the cities.
Conwell himself is amused to remember that he wanted to talk in public
from his boyhood, and that very early he began to yield to the
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Princeton Stories
By
Jesse Lynch Williams
_FOURTH EDITION_
Charles Scribner's Sons
New York 1895
_Copyright, 1895, by
Charles Scribner's Sons_
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
To '92
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
THE WINNING OF THE CANE, 1
THE MADNESS OF POLER STACY, 37
THE HAZING OF VALLIANT, 67
HERO WORSHIP, 89
THE RESPONSIBILITY OF LAWRENCE, 105
FIXING THAT FRESHMAN, 139
THE SCRUB QUARTER-BACK, 177
WHEN GIRLS COME TO PRINCETON, 193
THE LITTLE TUTOR, 209
COLLEGE MEN, 241
THE MAN THAT LED THE CLASS, 277
_Acknowledgements are due Messrs. Harper & Brothers for permission
to republish "The Scrub Quarter-Back" and "When Girls Come to
Princeton."_
THE WINNING OF THE CANE
The modern Cane Spree is held in broad daylight on University Field.
It is a vastly different affair from the Spree we used to watch with
chattering teeth at midnight, kneeling on the wet grass in front of
Witherspoon, with a full moon watching over West College and Mat.
Goldie and two assistants waiting by the lamp-post to join in the
fierce rush which followed each bout.
Nowadays it is one of the regular events of the Annual Fall Handicap
Games, and is advertised in large special feature letters on the
posters hanging in the shop windows and on the bulletin elm. It is a
perfectly proper and legitimate proceeding, and is watched like any
other field event from the bleachers and Grand Stand, with girls there
to catch their breath and say "Oh!" The class that wins is glad. They
cheer awhile and then watch the final heat of the 2.20.
In our day you could seldom see much of anything, and there was
nothing proper about it. But it was one of the things a fellow lived
for, like Thanksgiving games and Spring Term. To win a cane for one's
class was an honor of a lifetime, like playing on the 'Varsity, or
winning the Lynde debate. Men are still pointed out when back at
Commencement as the light or middle weight spreers of their class, and
a member of the faculty is famous for having "described a parabola
with his opponent." This trick and a book called "Basal Concepts in
Philosophy" bear his name, though it is maintained by some that he is
more proud of the book.
This is to be a story of "How we used to do when we were in college."
It would not do to revive the ancient cane spree. Things have changed
since then. We are a university now. We mustn't behave like a college
any longer. Besides, it was bad for the football men and training
hours. But all the same, those old times were fun while they lasted.
Weren't they?
* * * * *
High up over Clio Hall hung a moon, which a night or two before had
been full. Over there, on the balconies of Witherspoon, blue and red
and green lights were flaring. On the grass-plot in front was a huge
black circle. This was made up of the College of New Jersey.
Their hats were off, and the red and the green and the blue mingled
with the moonlight and glared upon the bare heads and the white of
the faces with an effect as ghastly as it sounds.
The elms over toward Reunion and West cast long ugly-looking shadows.
Beyond these everything seemed far away and dark and silent. Yet only
a few hours before this same spot had served the innocent purpose of
batting up flies and kicking footballs for points, with fellows
shouting in loud, careless voices, "Aw! Come off! That was over the
line!"
The circle was not yet perfectly formed. The crowd shivered and
fidgeted, and borrowed lights of one another. Those behind called
"Down in front!" And everyone wished it would begin. Some fellows kept
edging in and were shoved back again by those appointed for that
purpose. A few were moving about inside the circle displaying rolls of
bills with which they made bets, and a great impression on
under-classmen of a certain sort. The night was to be clear and
frosty, and the strain on the nerves tremendous. So all those who
believed in artificial warmth had it in their pockets, and some who
did not.
For a month it had been, next to football, the most discussed topic at
dinner-tables. Almost as soon as the rush was over--the annual cannon
rush of the second night of the term without which the freshmen would
not have considered themselves a class, while the underclassmen were
still occupied in hazing and being hazed, and putting up and pulling
down each other's proclamations throughout the state, and painting and
repainting water-towers, and losing sleep in other good causes; in
short, early in the term the candidates for the spreeing positions
went into training, and they had been spreeing vigorously every night
since--the freshmen back of the chapel and the sophs on the South
Campus, about where Brown Hall now stands.
All sorts of rumors and counter-rumors had floated about the campus.
The sophomores were frightened about a hinted-at dark horse of the
freshmen, only they did not show it; and the freshmen were scared to
death at the confident air of the well-known champion of the
sophomores, and tried not to show it. And each was awed at the
mysterious air of the other, and both had betted more than they had
any business to on the result, and were now lined up in front of
Witherspoon. All were as excited as they cared to be, and they had
been cheering for themselves since nine o'clock. The cheers echoed in
the frosty air from dark West and bright Witherspoon, and from far
away first Church.
The sophomores were closely massed in the segment of the circle on the
higher ground toward Reunion. Their cheering sounded blatant, and to
the freshmen sickeningly confident. And the freshmen--they were
opposite, with their sweet scared faces still more closely huddled
together. Each freshman had his little cap safely tucked away in his
innermost pocket, and none of them was saying a word, except when he
opened his mouth to cheer with all his heart for his dear class. It
was all new to them. They only waited and waited with the same aching
suspense that you had on Thanksgiving-day, when you saw the referee
toss the coin and one team take the ball while the other crouched, and
then waited and waited, and you felt certain that something awful was
the matter, but you did not know what.
Presently, though no official sign was given, every one felt that the
important moment was at hand. The cheering sounded as if
reinforcements had arrived. A compact circle was now formed by
composite consent. Those in the front row sat down on the grass and
caught cold. The next row kneeled. Those behind leaned on them, and so
on back to those who stood on tip-toe and craned their necks for an
occasional glimpse. Outside the circle, over by the Witherspoon
lamp-post, leaned Proctor Matthew Goldie, Esquire, in a careless
attitude.
Everyone's heart jumped up a little when a voice cried, "Here they
come!" as though it were he who had to spree.
Led by their coachers, the two light weights scudded out mysteriously
from different wings of Witherspoon with overcoats wrapped about them.
As they crossed the light, the crowd, which had hushed for a moment,
broke out in wild prolonged cheering; the two upper classes, who were
not immediately interested, joined in. So did the sporting gentlemen
of the town, and even the little muckers cheered shrilly for their
favorite class.
A path was forced through the crowd, and the two nimble light weights
began peeling their sweaters. The sophomore was dressed in black, the
freshman in pure white. They resined their hands. Everyone felt
things.
The referee held out the stout piece of hickory called cane by
courtesy. He put the freshman's hands outside. The cheering ceased.
Mat. Goldie stretched and changed his position.
There was a hurting stillness as they stood there with their feet
braced, frozen in the ghastly glare, the one in white and the one in
black, while the referee said, in earnest tones, "Are you ready,
freshman?"
You could see his chest filling up from the bottom as he answered,
"Um."
"Are you ready, sophomore?"
"Yes."
"Spree!"
One of them dropped as if shot, the other followed him down, both
turned over, each began struggling and straining; the coachers began
coaching, the referee dropped down on his knees to see fair play, and
then someone in the rear said, "Down in front!" in healthy, human
tones, and you came to yourself and remembered that this was only a
struggle for class honor, after all, and that whichever way it came
out it was not going to kill you. Then you breathed.
Meanwhile, locked up in a room in East Middle Witherspoon, wrapped in
sweaters and blankets, were five other freshmen, and to them the
strain was worst of all. These were the other freshmen spreers, the
light weight, the middle weight, and the three substitutes. They could
only wait and listen and try to guess from the sound of the cheers
which side had the advantage. It was too far off to distinguish
anything but a ring with something undefined inside. The juniors said
they must not go out on the balcony or get excited. This was easy to
say.
While the crowd was in the room and fellows were clattering up and
down the stairs and everyone was talking and the crowd outside was
making a noise, it was not so bad. But now it was so silent they could
almost hear the two contestants straining and wrenching below. Now and
then the shrill, earnest voice of a coacher would cut through the
silence. "Now! Now!" with an echo from the Presbyterian Church. "Right
over with him. Remember what I told you." Once the middle weight arose
from the divan; then he sat down again. A little later one of the subs
whistled two bars of a tune and stopped as if he had forgotten
something. Once in a while someone glanced at one of the others and
then looked away again. They did not say much.
The only one who did not seem to mind it was Hill, the substitute
heavy weight, and that was only because he had not sense enough. He
was a big, thick-headed, sleepy-looking farmer, and the only reason he
was up here with these nimble athletes was that he was such a
tremendous buck and so stupid that when once he put his big hands on
the stick he would not let go. But he would be used only in case the
regular heavy weight died or had a fit or something before time was
called, and that was improbable.
But Hill was enjoying everything. He thought the lights were
"pretty," and he considered it good fun, loafing in this large,
luxurious room. He glanced approvingly at the water-colors and
examined the photographs and knocked down a few of them, and looked
over the mugs and the foils and the antlers and the usual dust
collectors of a well-furnished room. Then, because he approved of what
he saw, he grinned.
He had grinned at the staring crowd when, half an hour before, it had
stood to one side for him and the other spreers to pass by on the way
back from weighing at the gymnasium. He thought lots of things were
funny. He grinned broadly when, before the spree began, an excitable
junior approached him in the corner where he was sitting alone and
said, in jerky, tremulous tones, "Say, which do you think will win?"
This was before the crowd was put out. That was the funniest thing of
all--the way Cunningham put the crowd out. "Dash it! I wish to dash
you fellows would dash quickly get to dash out of here. This is my
room and, dash it all, I loaned it to the dash freshmen spreers and
not to the whole dash college, dash it!" That was so funny that Hill
let loose his huge laugh and filled up the room with it. This caused
the other freshmen to look at one another and smile pityingly. But
Hill did not notice it.
The other freshmen had little in common with Hill. It was not so much
because he was uncouth as that he had no class spirit. He had entered
college two days late, and those two days are like two years in some
respects. He had missed the class meeting, where freshmen get a first
sight of one another which lasts always, and he had missed the class
rush about the cannon, where freshmen are so closely pressed together
that they never after get quite apart. But the farmer should have
wakened up by this time. Lack of class spirit is never pardonable.
This is the way Hill happened to be here this evening.
One day early in the term, as he was pushing his big chest across the
campus to recitation, he heard someone call: "Hold up, there, you big
freshman!" So he smiled and took off his ugly derby hat.
"No, I'm not a sophomore; I'm a junior," said the stranger, who then
explained that he wanted to talk to him. "You come to my room at one
o'clock, and don't forget about it," said the junior. "Run along, now;
the bell is stopping."
Hill came, and found several other freshmen there. "Take hold of this
stick," said the junior.
He put his big fists about it and found himself flying across the
room. He landed against the door and beside him lay a table, which
never arose.
"Now, that is cane-spreeing," said the junior casually, as one would
say, "Down there is the new Art building," "and I want all you fellows
to meet me at eight o'clock back of chapel."
That night they gave Hill a cane and said, "Take hold of this and
don't let go." He held it for an hour against every one except the
junior that was sophomore heavy weight the previous year. But he had
never yet been quick enough to take it away from anyone, even the
light weights. And that was the reason he was a substitute waiting in
Montie Cunningham's room wrapped in two sweaters and a blanket. His
eyes were closed and he was thinking about what a bully time his
younger brother Ike must be having among the chestnuts this month.
The big leather chair was soft and he might have fallen asleep had not
at that moment a tremendous yell burst into existence down below--a
loud, shrill, fiendish yell which lasted nearly a minute before it
was shaken down to an organized cheer. Hill stretched.
The others were out on the balcony. "Tell us which has it! For
heaven's sake, tell us!" they cried to every one below; and no one
below answered. So all they could do was to bite their lips and wait
until the yelling became cheering, and then they knew from the
exultant tones of the sophomores what they did not want to know.
Just then they caught a glimpse of the victor waving the cane in his
hand as he was borne high on the shoulders of his class-mates to West
Witherspoon.
Then they had a confused view of the rush. The upper classes fell to
one side and the other two fell upon one another. This was the
fiercest sort of rushing known to the proctors. The two sides were
not, as in the cannon rush, evenly lined up four abreast. Not a bit of
it. There were two thickly massed bodies of men, one running up a
grade, the other charging down, and the roll of their footsteps was as
the sound of much cattle, running. For a moment each tried to keep in
solid form. But only long enough for some one to be knocked down and
run over by the rest. After the first crash it was mixed fighting. In
the moonlight one could not invariably distinguish friend from foe.
So each man doubled up both fists and let drive at everyone he saw. It
was glorious.
As soon as they became hopelessly mixed and each class had cheered
itself hoarse and the proctors had carried off an armful of sophomores
to appear before the Discipline Committee the next day, and to be
cheered off at the depot by lamenting classmates later on, everyone
turned up his coat-collar and helped form the ring again.
Those on the balcony, who had been panting and chafing like tied
deer-hounds, now heard the feet of them bearing bad tidings and the
defeated freshman up the entry stairs. The door was kicked open and
three winded juniors laid their burden gently on the bed, which had
been dragged in from the other room for this purpose. With them many
others pushed in who did not belong there, and the room was full of
people once more. Many voices were explaining how it all happened.
Ramsay, the little freshman, was completely done. He had fainted as
they brought him upstairs. His face was set and white, and he lay
there with his tough little resiny hands hanging limp at his side
while his classmates poured brandy down his throat and told each other
what to do. Through the window came a sharp freshman cheer with "Runt
Ramsay" on the end.
Meanwhile the middle weight had stripped to the waist. He was bending
forward with his forearms upon the mantel-piece and his forehead
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The Life Of
William Ewart Gladstone
By
John Morley
In Three Volumes--Vol. III.
(1890-1898)
Toronto
George N. Morang & Company, Limited
Copyright, 1903
By The Macmillan Company
CONTENTS
Book VIII. 1880-1885
Chapter I. Opening Days Of The New Parliament. (1880)
Chapter II. An Episode In Toleration. (1880-1883)
Chapter III. Majuba. (1880-1881)
Chapter IV. New Phases Of The Irish Revolution. (1880-1882)
Chapter V. Egypt. (1881-1882)
Chapter VI. Political Jubilee. (1882-1883)
Chapter VII. Colleagues--Northern Cruise--Egypt. (1883)
Chapter VIII. Reform. (1884)
Chapter IX. The Soudan. (1884-1885)
Chapter X. Interior Of The Cabinet. (1895)
Chapter XI. Defeat Of Ministers. (May-June 1885)
Chapter XII. Accession Of Lord Salisbury. (1885)
Book IX. 1885-1886
Chapter I. Leadership And The General Election. (1885)
Chapter II. The Polls In 1885. (1885)
Chapter III. A Critical Month (December 1885)
Chapter IV. Fall Of The First Salisbury Government. (January 1886)
Chapter V. The New Policy. (1886)
Chapter VI. Introduction Of The Bill. (1886)
Chapter VII. The Political Atmosphere. Defeat Of The Bill. (1886)
Book X. 1886-1892
Chapter I. The Morrow Of Defeat. (1886-1887)
Chapter II. The Alternative Policy In Act. (1886-1888)
Chapter III. The Special Commission. (1887-1890)
Chapter IV. An Interim. (1889-1891)
Chapter V. Breach With Mr. Parnell. (1890-1891)
Chapter VI. Biarritz. (1891-1892)
Chapter VII. The Fourth Administration. (1892-1894)
Chapter VIII. Retirement From Public Life. (1894)
Chapter IX. The Close. (1894-1898)
Chapter X. Final.
Appendix
Irish Local Government, 1883. (Page 103)
General Gordon's Instructions. (Page 153)
The Military Position In The Soudan, April 1885. (Page 179)
Home Rule Bill, 1886. (Page 308)
On The Place Of Italy. (Page 415)
The Naval Estimates Of 1894.
Mr. Gladstone's Cabinet Colleagues. (Page 525)
Chronology
Footnotes
BOOK VIII. 1880-1885
Chapter I. Opening Days Of The New Parliament. (1880)
Il y a bien du factice dans le classement politique des hommes.
--GUIZOT.
There is plenty of what is purely artificial in the political
classification of men.
I
On May 20, after eight-and-forty years of strenuous public life, Mr.
Gladstone met his twelfth parliament, and the second in which he had been
chief minister of the crown. "At 4.15," he records, "I went down to the
House with Herbert. There was a great and fervent crowd in Palace Yard,
and much feeling in the House. It almost overpowered me, as I thought by
what deep and hidden agencies I have been brought back into the midst of
the vortex of political action and contention. It has not been in my power
during these last six months to have made notes, as I would have wished,
of my own thoughts and observations from time to time; of the new access
of strength which in some important respects has been administered to me
in my old age; and of the remarkable manner in which Holy Scripture has
been applied to me for admonition and for comfort. Looking calmly on this
course of experience, I do believe that the Almighty has employed me for
His purposes in a manner larger or more special than before, and has
strengthened me and led me on accordingly, though I must not forget the
admirable saying of Hooker, that even ministers of good things are like
torches, a light to others, waste and destruction to themselves."
One who approached his task in such a spirit as this was at least
impregnable to ordinary mortifications, and it was well; for before many
days were over it became perceptible that the new parliament and the new
majority would be no docile instrument of ministerial will. An acute chill
followed the discovery that there was to be no recall of Frere or Layard.
Very early in its history Speaker Brand, surveying his flock from the
august altitude of the Chair with an acute, experienced, and friendly eye,
made up his mind that the liberal party were "not only strong, but
determined to have their own way in spite of Mr. Gladstone. He has a
difficult team to drive." Two men of striking character on the benches
opposite quickly became formidable. Lord Randolph Churchill headed a
little group of four tories, and Mr.
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TEXAS.
A BRIEF ACCOUNT
OF THE
ORIGIN, PROGRESS AND PRESENT STATE
OF THE
COLONIAL SETTLEMENTS OF TEXAS;
TOGETHER WITH AN EXPOSITION OF THE CAUSES WHICH
HAVE INDUCED THE EXISTING
WAR WITH MEXICO.
Extracted from a work entitled "A Geographical, Statistical and
Historical account of Texas," now nearly ready for the press.
Some of these numbers have appeared in the New Orleans Bee
and Bulletin.
1836.
PREFACE.
It will be seen that the title of this little pamphlet implies more than
it contains. As war is now the order of the day, only a small portion of
the political part of the work on "Texas" is here presented. It is hoped
and believed that enough is unfolded to convince the most incredulous that
the colonists of Texas have been _forced_ into this contest with the
mother country, by persecutions and oppressions, as unremitting as they
have been unconstitutional. That it is not a war waged by them for cupidity
or conquest, but for the establishment of the blessings of liberty and good
government, without which life itself is a curse and man degraded to the
level of the brute. If the time-hallowed principle of the Declaration of
Independence, namely, "that governments are instituted for the protection
and happiness of mankind, and that whenever they become destructive of
these ends it is the right, nay it is the duty of the people to alter or
abolish them." If this sacred principle is recognised and acted upon, all
must admit that the colonists of Texas have a clear right to burst their
_fetters_, and have also a just claim for recognition as an independent
nation, upon every government not wholly inimical to the march of light and
liberty, and to the establishment of the unalienable rights of man.
CURTIUS.
TO AN IMPARTIAL WORLD.
No. I.
The unconstitutional oppression long and unremittingly practised upon the
colonists of Texas, having at length become insupportable, and having
impelled them to take up arms in defence of their rights and liberties, it
is due to the world that their motives, conduct and causes of complaint
should be fully made known. In order to do this it will be necessary to
explain the origin, progress and present state of the colonial settlements.
Without parade or useless preliminaries, I shall proceed to the subject,
as substance and not sound--matter and not manner are the objects of the
present discussion. It is known at least to the reading and inquiring
world, that on the dissolution of the connection between Mexico and Spain
in 1822, Don Augustin Iturbide, by corruption and violence, established
a short-lived, imperial government over Mexico, with himself at the head
under the title of Augustin I. On arriving at supreme power, Iturbide or
Augustin I. found that vast portion of the Mexican government, east of the
Rio Grande, known by the name of Texas, to be occupied by various tribes of
Indians, who committed incessant depredations on the Mexican citizens West
of the Rio Grande, and prevented the population of Texas. He ascertained
that the savages could not be subdued by the arms of Mexico, nor could
their friendship be purchased. He ascertained that the Mexicans, owing to
their natural dread of Indians, could not be induced to venture into the
wilderness of Texas. In addition to the dread of Indians, Texas held out no
inducements for Mexican emigrants. They were accustomed to a lazy pastoral
or mining life, in a healthy country. Texas was emphatically a land of
agriculture--the land of cotton and of sugar cane, with the culture of
which staples they were wholly unacquainted; and moreover, it abounded in
the usual concomitants of such southern regions--fevers, mosquitoes &c.,
which the Mexicans hated with a more than natural or reasonable hatred.
Iturbide finding from those causes that Texas could not be populated with
his own subjects, and that so long as it remained in the occupancy of
the Indians, the inhabited parts of his dominions continually suffered
from their ravages and murders, undertook to expel the savages by the
introduction of foreigners. Accordingly the national institute or council,
on the 3d day of January, 1823, by his recommendation and sanction, adopted
a law of colonization, in which they invited the immigration of foreigners
to Texas on the following terms:--
1st. They promise to protect their liberty, property and civil rights.
2d. They offer to each colonist one league of land, (4,444 acres) for
coming to Texas.
3d. They guarantee to each colonist the privilege of leaving the empire
at any time, with all his property, and also the privilege of selling the
land which he may have acquired from the Mexican government, (see the
colonization law of 1823, more especially articles 1st, 8th and 20th.)
These were the inducements and invitations held out to foreigners under the
imperial government of Iturbide or Augustin I. In a short time, however,
the nation deposed Iturbide, and deposited the supreme executive power in
a body of three individuals. This supreme executive power on the 10th of
August, 1824, adopted a national colonization law, in which they recognized
and confirmed the imperial colonization law with all its guarantees of
person and property. It also conceded to the different States the privilege
of colonizing the vacant lands within their respective limits. (See
national colonization law, articles 1st and 4th.) In accordance with this
law, the States of Coahuila and Texas on the 24th March, 1825, adopted
a colonization law for the purpose, as expressed in the preamble, of
protecting the frontiers, expelling the
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THE
NURSERY-BOOK
A COMPLETE GUIDE
TO THE
Multiplication and Pollination of Plants
_By L. H. BAILEY_
New York:
The Rural Publishing Company
1891
_By the Same Author._
Horticulturist's Rule-Book.
A Compendium of Useful Information for Fruit Growers, Truck Gardeners,
Florists and others. New edition, completed to the close of 1890. Pp.
250. Library edition, cloth, $1. Pocket edition, paper, 50 cents.
Annals of Horticulture
FOR THE YEARS 1889 AND 1890.
A Witness of Passing Events, and a Record of Progress. Being records
of introductions during the year, of new methods and discoveries in
horticulture, of yields and prices, horticultural literature and work
of the experiment stations, necrology, etc. _Illustrated._ 2 vols.
Library edition, cloth, $1 per vol. Pocket edition, paper, 50 cents per
vol.
COPYRIGHTED 1891,
BY L. H. BAILEY.
ELECTROTYPED AND PRINTED
BY J. HORACE M'FARLAND, HARRISBURG, PA.
PREFACE.
This little handbook aims at nothing more than an account of the
methods commonly employed in the propagation and crossing of plants,
and its province does not extend, therefore, to the discussion of
any of the ultimate results or influences of these methods. All such
questions as those relating to the formation of buds, the reciprocal
influences of cion and stock, comparative advantages of whole and piece
roots, and the results of pollination, do not belong here.
In its preparation I have consulted freely all the best literature
of the subject, and I have been aided by many persons. The entire
volume has been read by skilled propagators, so that even all such
directions as are commonly recommended in other countries have also
been sanctioned, if admitted, as best for this. In the propagation of
trees and shrubs and other hardy ornamentals, I have had the advice of
the head propagator of one of the largest nurseries in this country.
The whole volume has also passed through the hands of B. M. Watson,
Jr., of the Bussey Institution of Harvard University, a teacher of
unusual skill and experience in this direction, and who has added
greatly to the value of the book. The articles upon orchids and upon
most of the different genera of orchids in the Nursery List, have been
contributed by W. J. Bean, of the Royal Gardens, Kew, who is well
known as an orchid specialist. I have drawn freely upon the files of
magazines, both domestic and foreign, and I have made particular use
of Nicholson's Illustrated Dictionary of Gardening, Vilmorin's Les
Fleurs de Pleine Terre, Le Bon Jardinier, and Rümpler's Illustriertes
Gartenbau-Lexikon.
It is believed that the Nursery List contains all the plants which are
ordinarily grown by horticulturists in this country either for food
or ornament. But in order to give some clew to the propagation of any
which are omitted, an ordinal index has been added, by which one can
search out plants of a given natural order or family. It cannot be
hoped that the book is complete, or that the directions are in every
case best for all regions, and any corrections or additions which will
be useful in the preparation of a second edition are solicited.
L. H. BAILEY.
Ithaca, N. Y., _Jan. 1, 1891_.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
Seedage 9-24
Regulation of Moisture 9
Requirements of Temperature 14
Preparatory Treatment of Seeds 15
Sowing 19
Miscellaneous Matters 21
Spores 24
CHAPTER II.
Separation 25-31
CHAPTER III.
Layerage 32-38
CHAPTER IV.
Cuttage 39-62
Devices for Regulating Heat and Moisture 39
Soils and
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BILL NYE'S RED BOOK
By Edgar Wilson Nye
Illustrated by J. H. Smith
Thompson & Thomas Chicago
1891
[Illustration: 0008]
[Illustration: 0009]
[Illustration: 0017]
This is the fourth book that I have published in response to the
clamorous appeals of the public. I had long hoped to publish a larger,
better, and if possible a redder book than the first; one that would
contain my better thoughts; thoughts that I had thought when I was
feeling well; thoughts that I had omitted when my thinker was rearing
up on its hind feet, if I may be allowed that term; thoughts that sprang
forth with a wild whoop and demanded recognition. This book is the
result of that hope and that wish. It is may greatest and best book.
Bill Nye.
This book is not designed specially for any one class of people. It
is for all. It is a universal repository of thought. Some of my best
thoughts are contained in this book. Whenever I would think a thought
that I thought had better remain unthought, I would omit it from this
book. For that reason the book is not so large as I had intended. When a
man coldly and dispassionately goes at it to eradicate from his work
all that may not come up to his standard of merit, he can make a large
volume shrink till it is no thicker than the bank book of an outspoken
clergyman.
This is the fourth book that I have published in response to the
clamorous appeals of the public. Whenever the public got to clamoring
too loudly for a new book from me and it got so noisy that I could not
ignore it any more, I would issue another volume. The first was a red
book, succeeded by a dark blue volume, after which I published a green
book, all of which were kindly received by the American people, and,
under the present yielding system of international copyright, greedily
snapped up by some of the tottering dynasties.
But I had long hoped to publish a larger, better and, if possible, a
redder book than the first; one that would contain my better thoughts,
thoughts that I had thought when I was feeling well; thoughts that I had
emitted while my thinker was rearing up on its hind feet, if I may be
allowed that term; thoughts that sprang forth with a wild whoop and
demanded recognition.
This book is the result of that hope and that wish. It is my greatest
and best book. It is the one that will live for weeks after other books
have passed away. Even to those who cannot read, it will come like a
benison when there is no benison in the house. To the ignorant, the
pictures will be pleasing. The wise will revel in its wisdom, and the
housekeeper will find that with it she may easily emphasize a statement
or kill a cockroach.
The range of subjects treated in this book is wonderful, even to me! It
is a library of universal knowledge, and the facts contained in it are
different from any other facts now in use. I have carefully guarded,
all the way through, against using hackneyed and moth-eaten facts. As
a result, I am able to come before the people with a set of new and
attractive statements, so fresh and so crisp that an unkind word would
wither them in a moment.
I believe there is nothing more to add, except that I most heartily
endorse the book. It has been carefully read over by the proof-reader
and myself, so we do not ask the public to do anything that we were not
willing to do ourselves.
_BILL NYE_
BILL NYE'S RED BOOK
MY SCHOOL DAYS.
Looking over my own school days, there are so many things that I would
rather not tell, that it will take very little time and space for me
to use in telling what I am willing that the carping public should know
about my early history.
I began my educational career in a log school house. Finding that other
great men had done that way, I began early to look around me for a log
school house where I could begin in a small way to soak my system full
of hard words and information.
For a time I learned very rapidly. Learning came to me with very little
effort at first. I would read my lesson over once or twice and then take
my place in the class. It never bothered me to recite my lesson and so
I stood at the head of the class. I could stick my big toe
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THE STANDARD DRAMA.
The Acting Edition.
NO. CCXXV.
THE ROMANCE OF
A POOR YOUNG MAN.
A Drama, adapted from the French of
OCTAVE FEUILLET,
BY MESSRS. PIERREPONT EDWARDS AND LESTER WALLACK.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED
A Description of the Costume--Cast of the Characters--Entrances
and Exits--Relative Positions of the Performers on the Stage, and
the whole of the Stage Business
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by LESTER
WALLACK, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the
Southern District of New York.
NEW YORK:
SAMUEL FRENCH, PUBLISHER,
122 NASSAU STREET, (UP STAIRS.)
CHARACTERS REPRESENTED.
_Manuel, Marquis de Champcey_, Mr. Lester Wallack.
_Doctor Desmarets,--formerly of the French Army_, Mr. Brougham.
_M. de Bevannes--a man of the world_, Mr. Walcot.
_Gaspar Laroque--an aged man, formerly Captain of a Privateer_,
Mr. Dyott.
_Alain--a confidential domestic_, Mr. Young.
_M. Nouret--a Notary_, Mr. Levere.
_Yvonnet--a Breton Shepherd_, Mr. Baker.
_Henri_, Mr. Oliver.
_Louis_, Mr. Coburn.
_Madame Laroque--Daughter-in-Law to Gaspar_, Mrs. Vernon.
_Marguerite--her daughter_, Mrs. Hoey.
_Mlle Helouin--a Governess_,
_Madame Aubrey--a relative of the Laroque family_,
Miss Mary Gannon.
_Louise Vauberger--formerly nurse to Manuel, now keeper of a lodging
house_, Mrs. Walcot.
_Christine--a Breton peasant girl_, Miss Fanny Reeves.
_Guests, Servants, Peasantry, &c., &c._
The events of the Drama take place (during the 1st Act) in Paris,
afterward in the Province of Britanny.
Costumes of the present day.
The Overture, incidental Music, and Choruses composed and arranged by
Mr. Robert Stoepel.
A POOR YOUNG MAN.
TABLEAU I.
_A Room, simply furnished--Table, Chairs, Arm Chair, Secretaire,
Side Table--Door C._
_MADAME VAUBERGER peeps in L._
_Madame Vauberger._ No; he has not yet returned. [_Enters._] Things
cannot go on in this manner much longer--I shall have to speak out, and
plainly too. And why not? Surely he won't take it ill from me--ah, no.
I, who loved his poor mother so, could never--What's this? A purse!
empty! And this key, left carelessly lying about; that's a bad sign.
[_Opens Secretaire._] No, not one solitary sous--his last coin came
yesterday to pay me the rent. In the drawer, perhaps--
_DR. DESMARETS looks in._
_Dr. Desmarets._ Hallo! [_She starts._] What are you at there?
_Mad. V._ Me, sir? I was just--I was just--
_Des._ Poking your nose into that drawer--that what you call just?
_Mad. V._ I was dusting and putting the things in order, sir.
_Des._ I'll tell you what, Madame V., you're an extraordinary woman.
Yesterday, when I called, you were dusting--half-an-hour ago when I
called, you were dusting--and now, when I call again, you're dusting.
Where the devil you find so much dust to dust, _I_ can't think.
_Mad. V._ Ah, sir, look into this drawer.
_Des._ What for?
_Mad. V._ Is it not the place where, if one had money, one would
naturally keep it?
_Des._ I suppose so. What of that?
_Mad. V._ See, sir, it is empty.
_Des._ What's that to me?
_Mad. V._ And his purse, also.
_Des._ What's that to you? [_Goes up and puts hat on table._
_Mad. V._ [_Aside._] I dare not tell him that Manuel is without a
meal--starving--I should never be forgiven. His _pride_ would be
wounded, and nothing could excuse that.
_Des._ Well, what are you cogitating about? Looking for something to
dust?
_Mad. V._ I'm thinking of the Marquis, sir.
_Des._ Well, what of him?
_Mad. V._ Is it not dreadful? Brought up as he has
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GRANIA
VOL. I.
_By the same Author_
HURRISH: a Study
IRELAND (Story of the Nations Series)
MAJOR LAWRENCE, F.L.S.
PLAIN FRANCES MOWBRAY, &c.
WITH ESSEX IN IRELAND
[Illustration: ISLANDS OF ARAN
GALWAY BAY.]
GRANIA
THE STORY OF AN ISLAND
BY THE
HON. EMILY LAWLESS
AUTHOR OF ‘HURRISH, A STUDY’
ETC.
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. I.
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER, & CO., 15 WATERLOO PLACE
1892
[_All rights reserved_]
DEDICATION
To M. C.
This story was always intended to be dedicated to you. It could hardly,
in fact, have been dedicated to anyone else, seeing that it was with you
it was originally planned; you who helped out its meagre scraps of
Gaelic; you with whom was first discussed the possibility of an Irish
story without any Irish brogue in it--that brogue which is a tiresome
necessity always, and might surely be dispensed with, as we both agreed,
in a case where no single actor on the tiny stage is supposed to utter a
word of English. For the rest, they are but melancholy places, these
Aran Isles of ours, as you and I know well, and the following pages have
caught their full share--something, perhaps, more than their full
share--of that gloom. That this is an artistic fault no one can doubt,
yet there are times--are there not?--when it does not seem so very easy
to exaggerate the amount of gloom which life is any day and every day
quite willing to bestow.
Several causes have delayed the little book’s appearance until now, but
here it is, ready at last, and dedicated still to you.
E. L.
LYONS, HAZLEHATCH:
_January, 1892_.
PART I
SEPTEMBER
PART I
_SEPTEMBER_
CHAPTER I
A mild September afternoon, thirty years ago, in the middle of Galway
Bay.
Clouds over the whole expanse of sky, nowhere showing any immediate
disposition to fall as rain, yet nowhere allowing the sky to appear
decidedly, nowhere even becoming themselves decided, keeping everywhere
a broad indefinable wash of greyness, a grey so dim, uniform, and
all-pervasive, that it defied observation, floating and melting away
into a dimly blotted horizon, an horizon which, whether at any given
point to call sea or sky, land or water, it was all but impossible to
decide.
Here and there in that wide cloud-covered sweep of sky a sort of break
or window occurred, and through this break or window long shafts of
sunlight fell in a cold and chastened drizzle, now upon the bluish
levels of crestless waves, now upon the bleak untrodden corner of some
portion of the coast of Clare, tilted perpendicularly upwards; now
perhaps again upon that low line of islands which breaks the outermost
curve of the bay of Galway, and beyond which is nothing, nothing, that
is to say, but the Atlantic, a region which, despite the ploughing of
innumerable keels, is still given up by the dwellers of those islands to
a mystic condition of things unknown to geographers, but too deeply
rooted in their consciousness to yield to any mere reports from
without.
One of these momentary shafts of light had just caught in its passage
upon the sails of a fishing smack or hooker, Con O’Malley’s hooker, from
the middle isle of Aran. It was an old, battered, much-enduring sail of
indeterminate hue, inclining to coffee colour, and patched towards the
top with a large patch of a different shade and much newer material. The
hooker itself was old, too, and patched, but still seaworthy, and, as
the only hooker at that time belonging to the islands, a source, as all
Inishmaan knew, of unspeakable pride and satisfaction to its owner.
At
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GRANDMOTHER
The Story of a Life That Never
Was Lived
By
Laura E. Richards
_Author of_
“Captain January,” “Melody,” “Marie,” “Mrs. Tree’s
Will,” etc.
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_COLONIAL PRESS
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
Boston, U. S. A._
TO
MY DAUGHTER
Elizabeth
I heard an angel singing
When the day was springing,
“Mercy, pity and peace
Are the world’s release!”
—WILLIAM BLAKE.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. HOW SHE CAME TO THE VILLAGE 1
II. HOW THE FIRST LINE CAME IN HER FACE 15
III. HOW SHE PLAYED WITH THE CHILDREN 30
IV. HOW SHE SANG GRANDFATHER TO SLEEP 50
V. HOW THE SECOND LINE CAME IN HER FOREHEAD 65
VI. HOW SHE WENT VISITING 81
VII. HOW THE LIGHT CAME TO HER 99
VIII. HOW HER HAIR TURNED WHITE 116
IX. HOW SHE FOUND PEACE 132
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
“GRANDMOTHER KNELT DOWN BESIDE HIM, AND
TOOK HIS HAND”(_Page 62_) _Frontispiece_
“THE LONG WHITE LILY—PUTTING IT DELICATELY TO HER CHEEK” 20
“GRANDMOTHER HAD FORGOTTEN ALL THE WORLD EXCEPT THE CHILD” 102
“SHE LAY LIKE AN IVORY STATUE” 145
GRANDMOTHER
CHAPTER I
HOW SHE CAME TO THE VILLAGE
SHE was a slip of a girl when first she came to the village; slender
and delicate, with soft brown hair blowing about her soft face. Those
who saw her coming down the street beside Grandfather Merion thought he
had brought back one of his grandnieces with him from the west for a
visit; it was known that he had been out there, and he had been away
all summer.
Anne Peace and her mother looked up from their sewing as the pair went
by; Grandfather Merion walking slow and stately with his ivory-headed
stick and his great three-cornered hat, the last one left in the
village, his kind wise smile greeting the neighbors as he met them; and
beside him this tall slender maiden in her light print gown that the
wind was tossing about, as it tossed the brown cloud of hair about her
cheeks.
“Look, mother!” said Anne Peace. “She is for all the world like a
windflower, so pretty and slim. Who is it, think?”
“Some of his western kin, I s’pose,” said Widow Peace. “She is a
pretty piece. See if she’s got the new back, Anne; I was wishful some
stranger would come to town to show us how it looked.”
“Land, Mother,” said Anne; “her gown’s nothing but calico, and might
have come out of the Ark, looks ’s though; not but what ’tis pretty on
her. Real graceful! There! see her look up at him, just as sweet! I
expect she is his grandniece, likely.
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SILVER PITCHERS: AND INDEPENDENCE,
A Centennial Love Story.
By LOUISA M. ALCOTT,
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE WOMEN," "AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL," "LITTLE MEN," "EIGHT
COUSINS," "WORK," "HOSPITAL SKETCHES," ETC.
BOSTON:
ROBERTS BROTHERS.
1888.
_Copyright_,
BY LOUISA M. ALCOTT.
1876.
UNIVERSITY PRESS: JOHN WILSON & SON,
CAMBRIDGE.
CONTENTS
SILVER PITCHERS
ANNA'S WHIM
TRANSCENDENTAL WILD OATS
THE ROMANCE OF A SUMMER DAY
MY ROCOCO WATCH
BY THE RIVER
LETTY'S TRAMP
SCARLET STOCKINGS
INDEPENDENCE: A CENTENNIAL LOVE STORY
SILVER PITCHERS.
CHAPTER I.
_HOW IT BEGAN._
"We can do nothing about it except show our displeasure in some proper
manner," said Portia, in her most dignified tone.
"_I_ should like to cut them all dead for a year to come; and I'm not
sure that I won't!" cried Pauline, fiercely.
"We _ought_ to make it impossible for such a thing to happen again, and
I think we _might_," added Priscilla, so decidedly that the others
looked at her in surprise.
The three friends sat by the fire "talking things over," as girls love
to do. Pretty creatures, all of them, as they nestled together on the
lounge in dressing-gowns and slippers, with unbound hair, eyes still
bright with excitement, and tongues that still wagged briskly.
Usually the chat was of dresses, compliments, and all the little
adventures that befall gay girls at a merry-making. But to-night
something of uncommon interest absorbed the three, and kept them talking
earnestly long after they should have been asleep.
Handsome Portia looked out from her blonde locks with a disgusted
expression, as she sipped the chocolate thoughtful mamma had left inside
the fender. Rosy-faced Pauline sat staring indignantly at the fire;
while in gentle Priscilla's soft eyes the shadow of a real sorrow seemed
to mingle with the light of a strong determination.
Yes, something had happened at this Thanksgiving festival which much
offended the three friends, and demanded grave consideration on their
part; for the "Sweet P's," as Portia, Pris, and Polly were called, were
the belles of the town. One ruled by right of beauty and position, one
by the power of a character so sweet and strong that its influence was
widely felt, and one by the wit and winsomeness of a high yet generous
spirit.
It had been an unusually pleasant evening, for after the quilting bee in
the afternoon good Squire Allen had given a bountiful supper, and all
the young folks of the town had joined in the old-fashioned games, which
made the roof ring with hearty merriment.
All would have gone well if some one had not privately introduced
something stronger than the cider provided by the Squire,--a mysterious
and potent something, which caused several of the young men to betray
that they were decidedly the worse for their libations.
That was serious enough; but the crowning iniquity was the putting of
brandy into the coffee, which it was considered decorous for the young
girls to prefer instead of cider.
Who the reprobates were remained a dead secret, for the young men
laughed off the dreadful deed as a joke, and the Squire apologized in
the handsomest manner.
But the girls felt much aggrieved and would not be appeased, though the
elders indulgently said, "Young men will be young men," even while they
shook their heads over the pranks played and the nonsense spoken under
the influence of the wine that had been so slyly drank.
Now what should be done about it? The "Sweet P's" knew that their mates
would look to them for guidance at this crisis, for they were the
leaders in all things. So they must decide on some line of conduct for
all to adopt, as the best way of showing their disapproval of such
practical jokes.
When Pris spoke, the others looked at her with surprise; for there was a
new expression in her face, and both asked wonderingly, "How?"
"There are several ways, and we must decide which is the best. One is to
refuse invitations to the sociable next week."
"But I've just got a lovely new dress expressly for it!" cried Portia,
tragically.
"Then we might decline providing any supper," began Pris.
"That wouldn't prevent the boys from providing it, and I never could get
through the night without a morsel of something!" exclaimed Polly, who
loved to see devoted beings bending before her, with offerings of ice,
or struggling manfully to steer a glass of lemonade through a tumultuous
sea of silk and broadcloth, feeling well repaid by a word or smile from
her when they landed safely.
"True, and it _would_ be rather rude and resentful; for I am sure they
will be models of deportment next time," and gentle Pris showed signs of
relenting, though that foolish joke bad cost her more than either of the
others.
For a moment all sat gazing thoughtfully at the fire, trying to devise
some awful retribution for the sinners, no part of which should fall
upon themselves. Suddenly Polly clapped her hands, crying with a
triumphant air,--
"I've got it, girls! I've got it!"
"What? How? Tell us quick!"
"We _will_ refuse to go to the first sociable, and that will make a
tremendous impression, for half the nice girls will follow our lead, and
the boys will be in despair. Every one will ask why we are not there;
and what can those poor wretches say but the truth? Won't that be a
bitter pill for my lords and gentlemen?"
"It will certainly be one to us," said Portia, thinking of the "heavenly
blue dress" with a pang.
"Wait a bit; our turn will come at the next sociable. To this we can go
with escorts of our own choosing, or none at all, for they are free and
easy affairs, you know. So we need be under no obligation to any of
those sinners, and can trample upon them as much as we please."
"But how about the games, the walks home, and all the pleasant little
services the young men of our set like to offer and we to receive?"
asked Portia, who had grown up with these "boys," as Polly called them,
and found it hard to turn her back on the playmates who had now become
friends or lovers.
"Bless me! I forgot that the feud might last more than one evening. Give
me an idea, Pris," and Polly's triumph ended suddenly.
"I will," answered Pris, soberly; "for at this informal sociable we can
institute a new order of things. It will make a talk, but I think we
have a right to do it, and I'm sure it will have a good effect, if we
only hold out, and don't mind being laughed at. Let us refuse to
associate with the young men whom we know to be what is called 'gay,'
and accept as friends those of whose good habits we are sure. If they
complain, as of course they will, we can say their own misconduct made
it necessary, and there we have them."
"But, Pris, who ever heard of such an idea? People will say all sorts of
things about us!" said Portia, rather startled at the proposition.
"Let them! I say it's a grand plan, and I'll stand by you, Pris, through
thick and thin!" cried Polly, who enjoyed the revolutionary spirit of
the thing.
"We can but try it, and give the young men a lesson; for, girls, matters
are coming to a pass, when it is our _duty_ to do something. I cannot
think it is right for us to sit silent and see these fine fellows
getting into bad habits because no one dares or cares to speak out,
though we gossip and complain in private."
"Do you want us to begin a crusade?" asked Portia, uneasily.
"Yes, in the only way we girls can do it. We can't preach and pray in
streets and bar-rooms, but we may at home, and in our own little world
show that we want to use our influence for good. I know that you two can
do any thing you choose with the young people in this town, and it is
just that set who most need the sort of help you can give, if you will."
"You have more influence than both of us put together; so don't be
modest, Pris, but tell us what to do, and I'll do it, even if I'm hooted
at," cried warm-hearted Polly, won at once.
"You must do as you think right; but _I_ have made up my mind to protest
against wine-drinking in every way I can. I know it will cost me much,
for I have nothing to depend upon but the good opinion of my friends;
nevertheless, I shall do what seems my duty, and I may be able to save
some other girl from the heart-aches I have known."
"You won't lose our good opinion, you dear little saint! Just tell us
how to begin and we will follow our leader," cried both Portia and
Polly, fired with emulation by their friend's quiet resolution.
Pris looked from one to the other, and, seeing real love and confidence
in their faces, was moved to deepen the impression she had made, by
telling them the sad secret of her life. Pressing her hands tightly
together, and drooping her head, she answered in words that were the
more pathetic for their brevity,--
"Dear girls, don't think me rash or sentimental, for I _know_ what I am
trying to do, and you will understand my earnestness better when I tell
you that a terrible experience taught me to dread this appetite more
than death. It killed my father, broke mother's heart, and left me all
alone."
As she paused, poor Pris hid her face and shrank away, as if by this
confession she had forfeited her place in the respect of her mates. But
the girlish hearts only clung the closer to her, and proved the
sincerity of their affection by sympathetic tears and tender words, as
Portia and Polly held her fast, making a prettier group than the marble
nymphs on the mantelpiece; for the Christian graces quite outdid the
heathen ones.
Polly spoke first, and spoke cheerfully, feeling, with the instinct of a
fine nature, that Priscilla's grief was too sacred to be talked about,
and that they could best show their appreciation of her confidence by
proving themselves ready to save others from a sorrow like hers.
"Let us be a little society of three, and do what we can. I shall begin
at home, and watch over brother Ned; for lately he has been growing away
from me somehow, and I'm afraid he is beginning to be 'gay.' I shall get
teased unmercifully; but I won't mind if I keep him safe."
"I have no one at home to watch over but papa, and he is in no danger,
of course; so I shall show Charley Lord that I am not pleased with him,"
said Portia, little dreaming where her work was to be done.
"And you will set about reforming that delightful scapegrace, Phil
Butler?" added Polly, peeping archly into the still drooping face of
Pris.
"I have lost my right to do it, for I told him to-night that love and
respect must go together in my heart," and Pris wiped her wet eyes with
a hand that no longer wore a ring.
Portia and Polly looked at one another in dismay, for by this act Pris
proved how thoroughly in earnest she was.
Neither had any words of comfort for so great a trouble, and sat
silently caressing her, till Pris looked up, with her own serene smile
again, and said, as if to change the current of their thoughts,--
"We must have a badge for the members of our new society, so let us each
wear one of these tiny silver pitchers. I've lost the mate to mine, but
Portia has a pair just like them. You can divide, then we are all
provided for."
Portia ran to her jewel-case, caught up a pair of delicate filigree
ear-rings, hastily divided a narrow velvet ribbon into three parts,
attached to each a silver pitcher, and, as the friends smilingly put on
these badges, they pledged their loyalty to the new league by a silent
good-night kiss.
CHAPTER II.
_A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE._
Great was the astonishment of their "set" when it was known that the
"Sweet P's" had refused all invitations to the opening sociable.
The young men were in despair, the gossips talked themselves hoarse
discussing the affair, and the girls exulted; for, as Polly predicted,
the effect of their first step was "tremendous."
When the evening came, however, by one accord they met in Portia's room,
to support each other through that trying period. They affected to be
quite firm and cheerful; but one after the other broke down, and sadly
confessed that the sacrifice to principle was harder than they expected.
What added to their anguish was the fact that the Judge's house stood
just opposite the town-hall, and every attempt to keep away from certain
windows proved a dead failure.
"It is _so_ trying to see those girls go in with their dresses bundled
up, and not even know what they wear," mourned Portia, watching shrouded
figures trip up the steps that led to the paradise from which she had
exiled herself.
"They must be having a capital time, for every one seems to have gone. I
wonder who Phil took," sighed Pris, when at length the carriages ceased
to roll.
"Girls! I wish to be true to my vow, but if you don't hold me I shall
certainly rush over there and join in the fun, for that music is too
much for me," cried Polly, desperately, as the singing began.
It was an endless evening to the three pretty pioneers, though they went
early to bed, and heroically tried to sleep with that distracting music
in their ears. Slumber came at last, but as the clocks were striking
twelve a little ghost emerged from Portia's room
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Copyright 1914
FLORIDA SALADS
“Nothing lovelier can be
found in woman, than to
study household good.”
--Milton.
FRANCES BARBER HARRIS
1914
JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA
Preface.
If the writer can impress upon the readers of this little salad book the
importance of eating salads, the writing of it will not be in vain.
The addition of a pretty salad to a menu not only gives a refined,
attractive appearance to the table, but is appetizing, and, I might say,
almost a necessity in this climate, speaking from a health standpoint.
Fruits and vegetables contain a large amount of the necessary salts
required by the system, and as for olive oil, the many benefits derived
from the use of pure olive oil are so great that it is considered by
good authority a positive beautifier. We all know that celery and onions
are soothing to the nerves.
This is not a very comprehensive work, but a collection of a few
practical, palatable recipes, combined, proportioned and tested by the
author. It is especially written with the hope that it will be of some
assistance to young housekeepers in making their meals attractive and
dainty. With a few exceptions, the materials used in these salads are
produced in Florida.
In making salads there is a field for a great deal of originality. With
a little taste and painstaking care, most attractive, and at the same
time wholesome dishes may be originated.
Important Pointers.
Of course only the freshest and best materials are reckoned in these
recipes. It is a mistake to think the mixing will hide the quality.
Lettuce, endive, celery, and all salad greens should be most carefully
washed, crisped one hour in ice water, put into a cheese cloth bag and
kept near the ice until needed; or, shake gently, put into a covered
stone jar and set in cool place. Cover jar with cloth before putting on
the top. All salad materials should be thoroughly cold and salads kept
cold until served.
Pecans can be cracked easily and meats gotten out whole if they are
scalded and left in the hot water a few moments; crack lengthwise. Scald
nut meats to blanch.
Do not be afraid to use red pepper in salads. It is wholesome and often
prevents them from being indigestible.
Salads should not be mixed any longer before serving than absolutely
necessary.
Onions should be sliced and soaked at least one hour in ice water before
using for salads. They are milder and not so apt to disagree with one.
Cucumbers should be sliced thinly and crisped in ice water one hour
before eating. It makes them more wholesome.
Let the hands come in contact with salads as little as possible. Use
fork and spoon for mixing dressings and tossing salads together. When
convenient make French dressing and mix salad at the table.
A small lump of ice put into French dressing while being made keeps it
cool and makes it milder.
A tiny pinch of sugar improves most salads.
The secret of making mayonnaise that will not curdle is in using
perfectly fresh eggs and cold, pure olive oil. Care and judgment is also
needed; materials differ and have to be used accordingly. Stir in one
direction.
It is best not to use silver or metal utensil in making dressing or in
mixing salads. The writer uses an orange wood fork and spoon. The wood
is hard and does not discolor.
A heavy white porcelain bowl holding about one quart is a convenient
size in which to mix mayonnaise.
Squeeze lemon and strain juice before beginning mayonnaise.
When mayonnaise loosens or begins to curdle, put in a pinch of corn
starch, or if it separates after making, put an egg yolk into a fresh
bowl and gradually stir mayonnaise into it.
The writer never uses cream in combination with salad dressings, from
the fact that lemon juice and vinegar curdle cream. The desired quantity
of the following is a good substitute: one teacupful of fresh, rich,
sweet milk thickened with one teaspoonful of corn starch cooked in a
double boiler; when it begins to thicken add one teaspoonful of butter.
When it is the consistency of thick cream, remove from fire, beat well
and put near ice until needed. It will be referred to in these recipes
as Cream Substitute.
When canned meats are used for salads, the can should be opened at least
half hour before using, meat placed in a porcelain, glass or china bowl
and thoroughly aerated.
Lettuce is so succulent and easy to bruise that breaking or pulling it
to pieces with the fingers is a more delicate way than cutting with a
knife.
Salads should never be sour but so delicately blended that no seasoning
predominates.
“Distrust the condiment that bites too soon.”
A little claret added to Plain Mayonnaise is very nice for fruit salads.
Before making sandwiches, bread may be peeled, or all crust taken off
with a very sharp knife.
Slightly melt butter before spreading on bread for sandwiches.
It is best to spread butter
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THE GIRL AT CENTRAL
BY GERALDINE BONNER
Author of "The Emigrant Trail," "The Book of Evelyn," etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY
ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN
NEW YORK AND LONDON
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1915
Copyright, 1915, by
_D. Appleton and Company_
_Copyright, 1914, 1915, by The Curtis Publishing Company_
_Printed in the United States of America_
[Illustration: _'Mark my words, there's going to be trouble at
Mapleshade'"_]
CONTENTS
- LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
'Mark my words, there's going to be trouble at Mapleshade'
Sylvia was in her riding dress, looking a picture
A day later he was arrested at Firehill and taken to Bloomington jail
I came down to the parlor where Babbitts was waiting
I
Poor Sylvia Hesketh! Even now, after this long time, I can't think of it
without a shudder, without a comeback of the horror of those days after
the murder. You remember it--the Hesketh mystery? And mystery it surely
was, baffling, as it did, the police and the populace of the whole
state. For who could guess why a girl like that, rich, beautiful,
without a care or an enemy, should be done to death as she was. Think of
it--at five o'clock sitting with her mother taking tea in the library at
Mapleshade and that same night found dead--murdered--by the side of a
lonesome country road, a hundred and eighteen miles away.
It's the story of this that I'm going to tell here, and as you'll get a
good deal of me before I'm through, I'd better, right now at the start,
introduce myself.
I'm Molly Morganthau, day operator in the telephone exchange at
Longwood, New Jersey, twenty-three years old, dark, slim, and as for my
looks--well, put them down as "medium" and let it go at that. My name's
Morganthau because my father was a Polish Jew--a piece worker on
pants--but my two front names, Mary McKenna, are after my mother, who
was from County Galway, Ireland. I was raised in an East Side tenement,
but I went steady to the Grammar school and through the High and I'm not
throwing bouquets at myself when I say I made a good record. That's how
I come to be nervy enough to write this story--but you'll see for
yourself. Only just keep in mind that I'm more at home in front of a
switchboard than at a desk.
I've supported myself since I was sixteen, my father dying then, and my
mother--God rest her blessed memory!--two years later. First I was in a
department store and then in the Telephone Company. I haven't a relation
in the country and if I had I wouldn't have asked a nickel off them. I'm
that kind, independent and--but that's enough about me.
Now for you to rightly get what I'm going to tell I'll have to begin
with a description of Longwood village and the country round about. I've
made a sort of diagram--it isn't drawn to scale but it gives the general
effect, all right--and with that and what I'll describe you can get an
idea of the lay of the land, which you have to have to understand
things.
Longwood's in New Jersey, a real picturesque village of a thousand
inhabitants. It's a little over an hour from New York by the main line
and here and there round it are country places, mostly fine ones owned
by rich people. There are some farms too, and along the railway and the
turnpike are other villages. My exchange is the central office for a
good radius of country, taking in Azalea, twenty-five miles above us on
the main line, and running its wires out in a big circle to the
scattered houses and the crossroad settlements. It's on Main Street,
opposite the station, and from my chair at the switchboard I can see the
platform and the trains as they come down from Cherry Junction or up
from New York. It's sixty miles from Longwood to the Junction where you
get the branch line that goes off to the North, stopping at other
stations, mostly for the farm people, and where, when you get to
Hazelmere, you can connect with an express for Philadelphia. Also you
can keep right on from the Junction and get to Philadelphia that way,
which is easier, having no changes and better trains.
When
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THE SORCERESS
A Drama in Five Acts
BY
VICTORIEN SARDOU
Authorized Translation from the French by
CHARLES A. WEISSERT
With an Introduction by the Translator
BOSTON: RICHARD G. BADGER
TORONTO: THE COPP CLARK CO., LIMITED
COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY RICHARD G. BADGER
All Rights, including those of Presentation, Reserved
The Gorham Press, Boston, U.S.A.
Printed in the United States of America
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DEDICATION
TO THE MEMORY
OF
GEORGE WASHINGTON SOUTH, JR.
SARDOU AND HIS WORK
I
Victorien Sardou was born in Paris on September 7, 1831. His father,
a native of the vicinity of Cannes on the Mediterranean, came to Paris
in 1819 and followed a variety of scholastic pursuits. His mother was
a resident of the ancient city of Troyes. Victorien's father finally
engaged in literary work, edited text books and taught in schools.
His interesting personality made for him many friends. He never became
well-to-do; on the contrary, he became so entangled in indebtedness
that he gave up Paris and returned to his olive groves in the south
with the hope of being able to satisfy his creditors. He left behind
him Victorien, aged twenty-two, who was struggling to displace with
studies in surgery and medicine his dreams of becoming a poet and
dramatist. But he could not change his gods. A youth who had read
before he was twelve years old the works of Molière, who had
enthusiastically studied archæology and important periods of the
world's history and who had delved deeply into all literature,
especially into the works of master poets and playwrights, was not
made of stuff moldable into something other than his true self.
Saddened by the death of two sisters and left alone by his father,
Sardou continued his medical studies, meanwhile residing in a garret.
His existence would have been extremely miserable had he not been
able to see an occasional play by Hugo, and to satisfy infrequently
his great passion for the opera. In referring to those days of
struggle, he said:
"Ah, don't talk to me of music; that is one of my passions. I remember
a long time ago when I went to the opera--not in a box of stalls, but
right up in the gallery--to hear '_Les Huguenots_' or '_Le Prophèté_'
--I delighted in Meyerbeer--the seats were four francs apiece. I had
probably pawned my best coat to get there; but there I was, and I
never think of those costly evenings without remembering how I enjoyed
them, and felt a certain sense of gratification that I have never
experienced since."
Sardou's inspiration to follow literature began with an incident which
has often been related. In a mood of wretchedness caused by poverty
and the caging of his ambitious soul in a bleak garret, he stood in a
doorway near the College of Medicine to escape the rain and his
thoughts turned to suicide. Obsessed with this desire, he walked into
the storm. A water-carrier, who instantly took his place of shelter,
exclaimed:
"Ah, my friend, you do not know when you are well off."
An instant later a block of granite fell from the building--which was
under construction--and killed the water carrier. Sardou accepted his
escape from death as an omen that he was destined to live and to
become great. Immediately he began those several years of desperately
hard work in which he served apprenticeship for his future career.
Of this period of Sardou's life a writer who knew him well said:
"Only those who have known the sting of bitter want can fully
appreciate the agony of the intellectual student's career. The eager
brain, the famished body, the long night-watches and hideous
nightmares, the struggle to make both ends meet, to keep body and soul
together, the continual battle with poverty, pride, ambition, hope and
despair. Sardou's young life was such a struggle. He possessed a
valiant soul, and he did not give way; the more he had to work against,
the harder he worked, and every new trial fell like a pointless dart
against the steel armor of his resistance. He determined to become
some one, and he realized that the bridge which spans greatness and
nothingness is knowledge."
Desperate but enthusiastic, Sardou toiled with his pen upon articles
for a great variety of publications, receiving poor pay, which he
supplemented with fees received for tutoring. He was a tireless
student. When he wrote upon topics pertaining to history or to
literature, he spoke with authority. The Middle Ages, the Reformation
and the great events of the past which made and unmade nations and
their policies appealed to his poetic temperament. He toiled day and
night, and amassed an amount of erudition seldom possessed by any but
scholars of renown. In the meantime he was working upon his first
plays.
"These were the occasions when I could not afford sardines and dry
bread," said Sardou, "and I had to go to bed supperless."
On April 1, 1854, the manager of the Odéon Théâtre attempted to
produce Sardou's play _Le Taverne des Étudients_, which the crowd
hissed from the stage without witnessing it, and brought
disappointment and sorrow to the young author. With the year 1857
came the earliest rewards for Sardou's long years of labor: marriage
and the route to success. Poverty, lonesomeness, the cramped quarters
of a gloomy garret and the accompanying misery and hopelessness of an
unrealized ambition were not enough: an illness of typhoid fever must
bring despair as a climax. On another floor in the house resided
Mlle. de Brécourt, an actress, and her mother. When the young woman
heard that the quiet, studious young man whom she had often seen was
likely to die, her pity was roused and she became his faithful nurse.
In addition to saving Sardou's life, she was the means of introducing
him to Madame Déjazet, who established the Théâtre-Déjazet. In 1858
Sardou and Mlle. de Brécourt were married. Sardou's plays found favor
with Déjazet, whose talents proved adaptable for portraying his
characters, and success followed success. In 1861 he was decorated
with the Legion of Honor. Nine years after she had married Sardou--
during which time she had seen her husband attain fame and wealth--
Madame Sardou died. Sardou continued to work and his fame became
international. Europe's greatest theaters were producing his plays.
In 1872 he was united in marriage with Mlle. Anna Soulié, daughter of
the curator of the museum in Versailles. The marriage was extremely
happy and the dramatist's success continued. In 1877 Sardou was
elected a member of the French Academy. Though immensely wealthy,
Sardou resided simply at his villa in Marley-le-Roi near Versailles.
He also had two country homes near Cannes, where his forefathers
lived, and a residence in Paris, which he occupied principally for
business purposes. Like Scott, Sardou had a great passion for books
upon every subject, and his home at Marley, like Abbotsford,
contained thousands of volumes. Honors from literary and art societies
throughout Europe came to him. In making appointments to posts in
which a knowledge of literature and the fine arts were important
qualifications, the French government consulted with Sardou, who was
considered an authority. The productive years of his life were serene
ones. He was very generous, always ready to encourage the aspirant,
and had no jealousies. His was a remarkable personality. The late
Edmondo de Amicis thus describes him:
"Sardou looked a little like Napoleon, a little like Voltaire and a
little like the smiling portrait of a malicious actress which I had
seen in a shop window on the previous day. He wore a large black
velvet cap, below which fell long waving gray locks. He had a silk
hankerchief round his neck and was wrapped in a wide dark-
jacket, which looked like a demi-dressing gown. My attention was
riveted by his strange face, without beard and colorless, with a long
nose and pointed chin and irregular and strongly marked features,
lighted up by two keenly sparkling gray eyes, full of thought, the
glances of which correspond with the rapid motion of the thin and
flexible lips, and the acute yet kindly expression of the whole face,
sometimes illumined by a bright, slightly mocking smile, like that of
a quite young man. He did not look more than 70 years of age, and when
he spoke he seemed still younger. He spoke with the fluency of an
actor who abuses that power. It was not necessary to question Sardou.
He began to converse with a fluency, an ease and a vivacity of accent
and gesture which forestalled all my questions and satisfied my
curiosity with such an appearance of intimacy and confidence that I
was at first quite stunned, uncertain whether I was in the presence
of the most expansive and frankest man I had ever met or of the
profoundest and cleverest actor that the human mind can imagine."
In his seventy-eighth year, at the time when he received the news of
the success of his last play, _L'Affaire des Poisons_, Sardou, who
had been convalescing from an illness of pulmonary congestion, became
suddenly worse and died in Paris on November 8, 1908. His funeral was
held on November 11 in the Church of St. François de Sales. The
obsequies were national in character. Like all those who had received
the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor, Sardou was given a military
burial. Previous to the removal of the body from the house to the
church, eulogies were delivered before Sardou's intimate friends and
members of the Academy. Those present were Frenchmen distinguished
in art, literature, science and politics. Thousands of persons
representing every class of Parisian life--for Sardou's name was known
alike in mansion and tenement--stood with lifted hats as the funeral
procession passed on its way to Marley, and thousands followed the
hearse to the family burial place. From all parts of the world
telegrams of condolence were received by M. Sardou's family. From
Cairo Madame Sarah Bernhardt, whose fame resulted from her
interpretations of the characters in Sardou's plays, cabled: "France
loses one of its glories, Paris a friend, all the unhappy a protector,
and we artists our beloved master, Victorien Sardou."
II
Among those who discuss the drama there is a tendency to depreciate
Sardou's work. Such an attitude is probably only natural during a time
when homage is so universally directed to such realists and dissectors
of modern social life as Ibsen, Pinero, Brieux, Hervieu and Shaw. The
principal complaint brought against Sardou is the charge that he made
mechanical plays in which all material was subordinated to the plot,
that his characters are like marionettes made vocal and that he
"manufactured" theatrical pieces to portray the talents of certain
histrionic "stars." If these qualities alone are the basis for
condemnation of Sardou's plays, something more must be offered to
convince the public that he is not fit to stand among the modern
master dramatists. If they are requirements necessary for a playwright
to attain a world-wide reputation, to become a member of the
celebrated Academy and of numerous other societies in which high
scholarship is demanded for admission, one questions the consistency
of the statements of the critics; if plays containing these qualities,
presented by actors and actresses of international fame in the world's
principal centers of culture--where a play by Sardou was an important
public event--realized for their creator during several decades the
goal of every playrwright: success, fame and the accompanying
financial reward, then one not only questions the consistency of the
critics but also their qualifications for posing as "authorities" on
the drama.
It is popular to depreciate Sardou, but much of this depreciation
would become admiration were it not for the fact that for those who do
not read French only a few of his plays are available in translations.
Students of the drama, therefore, are compelled to accept the opinions
of others instead of basing their knowledge upon a first-hand
acquaintance with Sardou's work. His high position among the
dramatists of France alone would demand an explanation of the reasons
why his productions appealed to cultured and cosmopolitan audiences,
which included scholars, diplomats, royalty--persons not likely to
waste time in flocking to see the work of a mediocrist.
No one in the world ever understood better the technique of
playwriting than did Sardou. Both he and Ibsen recognized Scribe's
genius for technique: Sardou acquired Scribe's craftsmanship,
developed it and improved upon it; Ibsen used of it what he could
in his clinical excursions into the whys and wherefores of Life--the
one reflected the French spirit, the heritage of the epic and romantic
past, the social life preceding the fall of the Second Empire and the
national life since then; the other, grimly Teutonic in temperament,
mined to the roots of human life and ironically upheld the mirror to
all classes revealing the secrets of their souls. Into lighted
streets, into halls and mansions, into courts and capitols, into
palaces and into throne-rooms, Sardou passed studying minutely the
movements of his personages; Ibsen, with the attentive scrutiny of a
hospital aide seeking the wounded, turned his flash-light--a
flash-light with microscopic power--into dark corners, into alleys,
into humanity's every haunt. The great Frenchman and the great
Norwegian both studied medicine and gave it up before becoming
playwrights. Their selections of working materials were truly
characteristic of their national temperaments. Both have
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CHAPTER I.
The neighbors and our family began to laugh at me about as far back as I
can remember, and I think that the first serious remark my father ever
addressed to me was, "Bill, you are too lazy to amount to anything in
this life, so I reckon we'll have to make a school teacher of you." I
don't know why he should have called me lazy; I suppose it must have
been on account of my awkwardness. Lazy, why, I could sit all day and
fish in one place and not get a bite, while my more industrious
companions would, out of sheer exhaustion of patience, be compelled to
move about; and I hold that patience is the very perfection of industry.
In the belief that I could never amount to anything I gradually
approached my awkward manhood. I grew fast, and I admit that I was
always tired; and who is more weary than a sprout of a boy? My brothers
were active of body and quick of judgment, and I know that Ed, my oldest
brother, won the admiration of the neighborhood when he swapped horses
with a stranger and cheated him unmercifully. How my father did laugh,
and mother laughed, too, but she told Ed that he must never do such a
thing again. With what envy did I look upon this applause. I knew that
Ed's brain was no better than mine; and as I lay in bed one night I
formed a strong resolve and fondly hugged it unto myself. I owned a
horse, a good one; and I would swap him off for two horses--I would
cheat some one and thereby win the respect of my fellows. My secret was
sweet and I said nothing. By good chance a band of gypsies came our way;
I would swindle the rascals. I went to their camp, leading my horse, and
after much haggling, I came home with two horses. It was night when I
reached home, and I put my team into the stable, and barred up my secret
until the sun of a new day could fall upon it. Well, the next morning
one of the horses was dead, and the other one was so stiff that we had
to shove him out of the stall. My father snorted, my poor mother wept,
and for nights afterward I slipped out and slept in the barn, burrowed
under the hay that I might not hear the derisive titter of my brother
Ed.
We lived in northern Alabama, in a part of the country that boasted of
the refinement and intelligence of its society. When I was alone with
boys much younger than myself I could say smart things, and I had a hope
that when I should go into formal "company" I would, with one evening's
achievement, place myself high above the numbskulls who had giggled at
me. The time came. There was to be a "party" at the house of a neighbor,
and I was invited. I had a suit of new
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A BOOK OF CORNWALL
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR
THE LIFE OF NAPOLEON BONAPARTE
THE TRAGEDY OF THE CAESARS
THE DESERT OF SOUTHERN FRANCE
STRANGE SURVIVALS
SONGS OF THE WEST
A GARLAND OF COUNTRY SONG
OLD COUNTRY LIFE
YORKSHIRE ODDITIES
HISTORIC ODDITIES
OLD ENGLISH FAIRY TALES
AN OLD ENGLISH HOME
THE VICAR OF MORWENSTOW
FREAKS OF FANATICISM
A BOOK OF FAIRY TALES
UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME
A BOOK OF BRITTANY
A BOOK OF DARTMOOR
A BOOK OF DEVON
A BOOK OF NORTH WALES
A BOOK OF SOUTH WALES
A BOOK OF THE RIVIERA
A BOOK OF THE RHINE
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A BOOK OF CORNWALL
by
S. BARING-GOULD
Author of "A Book of Brittany," "A Book of the Riviera," etc.
With Thirty-Three Illustrations
NEW EDITION
Methuen & Co.
36 Essex Street W.C.
London
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_First Published_ _August 1899_
_Second Edition_ _September 1902_
_New Edition_ _1906_
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE CORNISH SAINTS 1
II. THE HOLY WELLS 28
III. CORNISH CROSSES 38
IV. CORNISH CASTLES 44
V. TIN MINING 52
VI. LAUNCESTON 67
VII. CALLINGTON 96
VIII. CAMELFORD 114
IX. BUDE 134
X. SALTASH 151
XI. BODMIN 163
XII. THE TWO LOOES 173
XIII. FOWEY 188
XIV. THE FAL 200
XV. NEWQUAY 214
XVI. THE LIZARD 242
XVII. SMUGGLING 263
XVIII. PENZANCE 282
XIX. THE LAND'S END 305
XX. THE SCILLY ISLES 329
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S. MELOR'S WELL, LINKINHORNE _To face page_ 28
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WELL CHAPEL OF S. CLETHER " 33
From a painting by A. B. Collier, Esq.
CROSS, S. LEVAN " 38
LAUNCESTON " 44
From an old print.
A TIN MOULD " 62
LAUNCESTON, CHURCH PORCH " 67
From a photograph by the Rev. F. Partridge.
TREWORTHA MARSH " 83
From a painting by A. B. Collier, Esq.
PLAN OF HABITATION ON TREWORTHA MARSH " 84
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THE MAKING OF THE NEW TESTAMENT
THE HOME UNIVERSITY LIBRARY OF MODERN KNOWLEDGE
Editors of THE HOME UNIVERSITY LIBRARY OF MODERN KNOWLEDGE
Rt. Hon. H. A. L. Fisher, M.A., F.B.A.
Prof. Gilbert Murray, Litt.D., LL.D., F.B.A.
Prof. J. Arthur Thomson, M.A., LL.D.
_For list of volumes in the Library see end of book._
THE MAKING OF THE NEW TESTAMENT
_By_ BENJAMIN W. BACON D.D.
PROFESSOR OF NEW CRITICISM AND EXEGESIS IN YALE UNIVERSITY
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CONTENTS
PART I
CANONIZATION AND CRITICISM
CHAP. PAGE
I INSPIRATION AND CANONIZATION 7
II THE REACTION TO CRITICISM 33
PART II
THE LITERATURE OF THE APOSTLE
III PAUL AS MISSIONARY AND DEFENDER OF THE GOSPEL OF GRACE 56
IV PAUL AS PRISONER AND CHURCH FATHER 83
V PSEUDO-APOSTOLIC EPISTLES 104
PART III
THE LITERATURE OF CATECHIST AND PROPHET
VI THE MATTHAEAN TRADITION OF THE PRECEPTS OF JESUS 128
VII THE PETRINE TRADITION. EVANGELIC STORY 154
VIII THE JOHANNINE TRADITION. PROPHECY 185
PART IV
THE LITERATURE OF THE THEOLOGIAN
IX THE SPIRITUAL GOSPEL AND EPISTLES 206
X EPILOGUES AND CONCLUSIONS 233
BIBLIOGRAPHY 251
INDEX 255
THE MAKING OF THE NEW TESTAMENT
PART I
CANONIZATION AND CRITICISM
CHAPTER I
INSPIRATION AND CANONIZATION
The New Testament presents the paradox of a literature born of protest
against the tyranny of a canon, yet ultimately canonized itself through
an increasing demand for external authority. This paradox is full of
significance. We must examine it more closely.
The work of Jesus was a consistent effort to set religion free from the
deadening system of the scribes. He was conscious of a direct, divine
authority. The broken lights of former inspiration are lost in the full
dawn of God's presence to His soul.
So with Paul. The key to Paul's thought is his revolt against legalism.
It had been part of his servitude to persecute the sect which claimed to
know another Way besides the "way"[1] of the scribes. These Christians
signalized their faith by the rite of baptism, and gloried in the sense
of endowment with "the Spirit." Saul was profoundly conscious of the
yoke; only he had not drammed that his own deliverance could come from
such a quarter. But contact with victims of the type of Stephen, men
"filled with the Spirit," conscious of the very "power from God" for
lack of which his soul was fainting, could not but have some effect. It
came suddenly, overwhelmingly. The real issue, as Saul saw it, both
before and after his conversion, was Law _versus_ Grace. In seeking
"justification" by favour of Jesus these Christians were opening a new
and living way to acceptance with God. Traitorous and apostate as the
attempt must seem while the way of the Law still gave promise of
success, to souls sinking like Saul's deeper and deeper into the
despairing consciousness of "the weakness of the flesh" forgiveness in
the name of Jesus might prove to be light and life from God. The
despised sect of'sinners' whom he had been persecuting expressed the
essence of their faith in the doctrine that the gift of the Spirit of
Jesus had made them sons and heirs of God. If the converted Paul in turn
is uplifted--"energized," as he terms it--even beyond his
fellow-Christians, by the sense of present inspiration, it is no more
than we should expect.
Footnote 1: _Tarik_, i. e. "way," is still the Arabic term for a
sect, and the Rabbinic term for legal requirement is _halacha_, i.
e. "walk."
Paul's conversion to the new faith--or at least his persistent
satisfaction in it--will be inexplicable unless we appreciate the logic
of his recognition in it of an inherent opposition to the growing
demands of legalism. Jesus had, in truth, led a revolt against mere
book-religion. His chief opponents were the scribes, the devotees and
ex
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inserted.
(5) [root] stands for the root symbol; [:] for division sign; [+-] for
plus-minus sign; [alpha], [beta], etc. for greek letters.
ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA
A DICTIONARY OF ARTS, SCIENCES, LITERATURE
AND GENERAL INFORMATION
ELEVENTH EDITION
VOLUME II, SLICE V
Arculf to Armour, Philip
ARTICLES IN THIS SLICE:
ARCULF ARIMASPI
ARDASHIR ARIMINUM
ARDEA ARIOBARZANES
ARDEBIL ARION
ARDECHE ARIOSTO, LODOVICO
ARDEE ARISTAENETUS
ARDEN, FOREST OF ARISTAEUS
ARDENNES (district) ARISTAGORAS
ARDENNES (department of France) ARISTANDER
ARDGLASS ARISTARCHUS (of Samos)
ARDITI, LUIGI ARISTARCHUS (of Samothrace)
ARDMORE ARISTEAS (Greek mythical personage)
ARDRES ARISTEAS (author of "Letter")
ARDROSSAN ARISTIDES (Athenian statesman)
AREA ARISTIDES (of Miletus)
ARECIBO ARISTIDES (of Thebes)
AREMBERG ARISTIDES, AELIUS
ARENA ARISTIDES, QUINTILIANUS
ARENDAL ARISTIDES, APOLOGY OF
ARENIG GROUP ARISTIPPUS
AREOI ARISTO (of Chios)
AREOPAGUS ARISTO (of Pella)
AREQUIPA (department of Peru) ARISTOBULUS (of Cassandreia)
AREQUIPA (city of Peru) ARISTOBULUS (of Paneas)
ARES ARISTOCRACY
ARETAEUS ARISTODEMUS
ARETAS ARISTOLOCHIA
ARETE ARISTOMENES
ARETHAS ARISTONICUS
ARETHUSA ARISTOPHANES (Greek dramatist)
ARETINO, PIETRO ARISTOPHANES (of Byzantium)
AREZZO ARISTOTLE
ARGALI ARISTOXENUS
ARGAO ARISUGAWA
ARGAUM ARITHMETIC
ARGEI ARIUS
ARGELANDER, FRIEDRICH AUGUST ARIZONA
ARGENS, JEAN BAPTISTE DE BOYER ARJUNA
ARGENSOLA, LUPERCIO LEONARDO DE ARK
ARGENSON ARKANSAS (river of the U.S.)
ARGENTAN ARKANSAS (state)
ARGENTEUIL ARKANSAS CITY
ARGENTINA ARKLOW
ARGENTINE ARKWRIGHT, SIR RICHARD
ARGENTITE ARLES (town of France)
ARGENTON ARLES (kingdom)
ARGHANDAB ARLINGTON, HENRY BENNET
ARGHOUL ARLINGTON
ARGOL ARLON
ARGON ARM
ARGONAUTS ARMADA, THE
ARGONNE ARMADILLO
ARGOS ARMAGEDDON
ARGOSTOLI ARMAGH (county of Ireland)
ARGOSY ARMAGH (city)
ARGUIN ARMAGNAC
ARGUMENT ARMATOLES
ARGUS ARMATURE
ARGYLL, EARLS AND DUKES OF ARMAVIR
ARGYLLSHIRE ARMENIA
ARGYRODITE ARMENIAN CHURCH
ARGYROKASTRO ARMENIAN LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE
ARGYROPULUS, JOHN
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THE EVIL EYE;
OR, THE BLACK SPECTOR
By William Carleton
PREFACE.
There is very little to be said about this book in the shape of a
preface. The superstition of the Evil Eye is, and has been, one of the
most general that ever existed among men. It may puzzle philosophers to
ask why it prevails wherever mankind exists. There is not a country on
the face of the earth where a belief in the influence of the Evil Eye
does not prevail. In my own young days it was a settled dogma of belief.
I have reason to know, however, that, like other superstitions, it is
fast fading out of the public mind. Education and knowledge will soon
banish those idle and senseless superstitions: indeed, it is a very
difficult thing to account for their existence at all. I think some of
them have come down to us from the times of the Druids,--a class of men
whom, excepting what is called their human sacrifices, I respect. My
own opinion is, that what we term human sacrifices was nothing but their
habitual mode of executing criminals. Toland has written on the subject
and left us very little the wiser. Who could, after all, give us
information upon a subject which to us is only like a dream?
What first suggested the story of the Evil Eye to me was this: A man
named Case, who lives within a distance of about three or four hundred
yards of my residence, keeps a large dairy; he is the possessor of five
or six and twenty of the finest cows I ever saw, and he told me that
a man who was an enemy of his killed three of them by his overlooking
them,--that is to say, by the influence of the Evil Eye.
The opinion in Ireland of the Evil Eye is this: that a man or woman
possessing it may hold it harmless, unless there is some selfish design
or some spirit of vengeance to call it into operation. I was aware of
this, and I accordingly constructed my story upon that principle. I have
nothing further to add: the story itself will detail the rest.
CHAPTER I. Short and Preliminary.
In a certain part of Ireland, inside the borders of the county of
Waterford, lived two respectable families, named Lindsay and Goodwin,
the former being of Scotch descent. Their respective residences were not
more than three miles distant; and the intimacy that subsisted between
them was founded, for many years, upon mutual good-will and esteem,
with two exceptions only in one of the families, which the reader will
understand in the course of our narrative. Each ranked in the class
known as that of the middle gentry. These two neighbors--one of whom,
Mr. Lindsay, was a magistrate--were contented with their lot in life,
which was sufficiently respectable and independent to secure to them
that true happiness which is most frequently annexed to the middle
station. Lindsay was a man of a kind and liberal heart, easy and passive
in his nature, but with a good deal of sarcastic humor, yet neither
severe nor prejudiced, and, consequently, a popular magistrate as
well as a popular man. Goodwin might be said to possess a similar
disposition; but he was of a more quiet and unobtrusive character than
his cheerful neighbor. His mood of mind was placid and serene, and his
heart as tender and affectionate as ever beat in a human bosom. His
principal enjoyment lay in domestic life--in the society, in fact, of
his wife and one beautiful daughter, his only child, a girl of nineteen
when our tale opens. Lindsay's family consisted of one son and two
daughters; but his wife, who was a widow when he married her, had
another son by her first husband, who had been abroad almost since his
childhood, with a grand-uncle, whose intention was to provide for him,
being a man of great wealth and a bachelor.
We have already said that the two families were upon the most intimate
and friendly terms; but to this there was one exception in the person of
Mrs. Lindsay, whose natural disposition was impetuous, implacable, and
overbearing; equally destitute of domestic tenderness and good temper.
She was, in fact, a woman whom not even her own children, gifted as they
were with the best and most affectionate dispositions, could love as
children ought to love a parent. Utterly devoid of charity, she was
never known to bestow a kind act upon the poor or distressed, or a
kind word upon the absent. Vituperation and calumny were her constant
weapons; and one would imagine, by the frequency and bitterness with
which she wielded them, that she was in a state of perpetual warfare
with society. Such, indeed, was the case; but the evils which resulted
from her wanton and indefensible aggressions upon private character
almost uniformly recoiled upon her own head;
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RICHARD CARVEL
By Winston Churchill
Volume 2.
VIII. Over the Wall
IX. Under False Colours
X. The Red in the Carvel Blood
XI. A Festival and a Parting
XII. News from a Far Country
CHAPTER VIII
OVER THE WALL
Dorothy treated me ill enough that spring. Since the minx had tasted
power at Carvel Hall, there was no accounting for her. On returning to
town Dr. Courtenay had begged her mother to allow her at the assemblies,
a request which Mrs. Manners most sensibly refused. Mr. Marmaduke had
given his consent, I believe, for he was more impatient than Dolly for
the days when she would become the toast of the province. But the doctor
contrived to see her in spite of difficulties, and Will Fotheringay was
forever at her house, and half a dozen other lads. And many gentlemen
of fashion like the doctor called ostensibly to visit Mrs. Manners, but
in reality to see Miss Dorothy. And my lady knew it. She would be
lingering in the drawing-room in her best bib and tucker, or strolling in
the garden as Dr. Courtenay passed, and I got but scant attention indeed.
I was but an awkward lad, and an old playmate, with no novelty about me.
"Why, Richard," she would say to me as I rode or walked beside her, or
sat at dinner in Prince George Street, "I know every twist and turn of
your nature. There is nothing you could do to surprise me. And so, sir,
you are very tiresome."
"You once found me useful enough to fetch and carry, and amusing when I
walked the Oriole's bowsprit," I replied ruefully.
"Why don't you make me jealous?" says she, stamping her foot. "A score
of pretty girls are languishing for a glimpse of you,--Jennie and Bess
Fotheringay, and Betty Tayloe, and Heaven knows how many others. They
are actually accusing me of keeping you trailing. 'La, girls!' said I,
'if you will but rid me of him for a day, you shall have my lasting
gratitude.'"
And she turned to the spinet and began a lively air. But the taunt
struck deeper than she had any notion of. That spring arrived out from
London on the Belle of the Wye a box of fine clothes my grandfather had
commanded for me from his own tailor; and a word from a maid of fifteen
did more to make me wear them than any amount of coaxing from Mr. Allen
and my Uncle Grafton. My uncle seemed in particular anxious that I
should make a good appearance, and reminded me that I should dress as
became the heir of the Carvel house. I took counsel with Patty Swain,
and then went to see Betty Tayloe, and the Fotheringay girls, and the
Dulany girls, near the Governor's. And (fie upon me!) I was not
ill-pleased with the brave appearance I made. I would show my mistress
how little I cared. But the worst of it was, the baggage seemed to
trouble less than I, and had the effrontery to tell me how happy she was
I had come out of my shell, and broken loose from her apron-strings.
"Indeed, they would soon begin to think I meant to marry you, Richard,"
says she at supper one Sunday before a tableful, and laughed with the
rest.
"They do not credit you with such good sense, my dear," says her mother,
smiling kindly at me.
And Dolly bit her lip, and did not join in that part of the merriment.
I fled to Patty Swain for counsel, nor was it the first time in my life
I had done so. Some good women seem to have been put into this selfish
world to comfort and advise. After Prince George Street with its gilt
and marbles and stately hedged gardens, the low-beamed, vine-covered
house in the Duke of Gloucester Street was a home and a rest. In my
eyes there was not its equal in Annapolis for beauty within and without.
Mr. Swain had bought the dwelling from an aged man with a history, dead
some nine years back. Its furniture, for the most part, was of the
Restoration, of simple and massive oak blackened by age, which I ever
fancied better than the Frenchy baubles of tables and chairs with spindle
legs, and cabinets of glass and gold lacquer which were then making their
way into the fine mansions of our town. The house was full of twists and
turns, and steps up and down, and nooks and passages and queer
hiding-places which we children knew, and in parts queer leaded windows of
bulging glass set high in the wall, and older than the reign of Hanover.
Here was the shrine of cleanliness, whose high-priestess was Patty
herself. Her floors were like satin-wood, and her brasses lights in
themselves. She had come honestly enough by her gifts, her father having
married the daughter of an able townsman of Salem, in the
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CAPTIVITY AND ESCAPE
[Illustration: M. JEAN MARTIN
_Frontispiece._]
CAPTIVITY AND
ESCAPE
BY M. JEAN MARTIN
A FRENCH SERGEANT-MAJOR
TRANSLATED BY MISS V. A. RANDELL
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
LONDON
JOHN MURRAY ALBEMARLE STREET, W
TO HER
THE THOUGHT OF WHOM BROUGHT CONSOLATION TO ME
IN HOURS OF SUFFERING, MOURNING AND SADNESS
TO HER
WHO PROVED MY STRENGTH AND SAFEGUARD
THROUGHOUT DAYS OF TRIAL AND DANGER
TO MY FIANCÉE
I DEDICATE THIS VOLUME
_All rights reserved_
PREFACE
We have hitherto had many volumes of the doings of British soldiers at
the front and in captivity, but few of our French Allies.
The experiences of Monsieur J. Martin, written originally in French,
give such a vivid picture of prison life in Germany, that they have an
interest far beyond the mere personal one which his friends and
countrymen attach to his name.
Brought up in France, amidst all the charm and culture of the best
French-Protestant traditions, he was educated at Rouen, and he finally
took his degree in 1912. During his studies he spent much time in
England, where his charm of manner and chivalrous spirit made him many
friends. Moreover, his love for games brought him in close touch with
our people, and he won great credit for himself in the football field.
Before the outbreak of war, while staying with friends in a country
village, near one of the garrison towns in Ireland, he made acquaintance
with some of our Irish soldiers quartered there at the time; little
thinking how soon he would meet them again in very different
circumstances, for, by a strange coincidence, he not only found them
sharing his captivity in the first prison camp in which he was interned
in Germany, but also, owing to his knowledge of the language, he was
appointed as interpreter to the British soldiers.
His first thoughts were to help them, by informing their friends of
their terrible condition. In this he succeeded, and it was through his
post cards that the British public first heard of their most pressing
needs.
Many long months elapsed in the prison camp which he so graphically
describes, and the intimate details which he gives of the life must
prove of intense interest to all who have relations and those dear to
them still suffering in captivity.
The reader may imagine the joy of his friends when his telegram reached
them one day in July 1915--“Escaped, safe in Holland.” Arrangements were
hastily made to enable the escaped captive to travel to London without a
moment’s delay.
Worn out and exhausted, he was granted leave to recuperate in Ireland,
and in less than a fortnight from the moment of his escape, he alighted
from the train at Tipperary, and realised that he had accomplished the
“Long, long way” which he had so often joined in singing with the Irish
soldiers in the camp.
He was awarded the Croix de Guerre, with a clasp, and his services were
honoured by a _citation à l’armée_--in the following terms:
CITATION.
Le Général Commandant la Xe Armée cite à l’ordre de l’Armée:
Le Sergeant Martin Jean...
“Blessé au début de la campagne en cherchant à ramener dans nos
lignes deux pièces de 75 qui avaient été abandonnées. Fait
prisonnier, s’est évadé. Traqué par l’ennemi, se cachant le jour,
marchant la nuit, a réussi à gagner la frontière hollandaise puis à
l’Angleterre, à bout de forces en raison des privations subies et
des marches pénibles.
le 24 octobre 1915
le Général Commandant la Xe Armée,
signé: D’URBAL.”
After a brief period of recuperation, M. Martin was able to
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italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.]
THE PIONEER BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES
[Illustration]
OR: ON THE TRAIL OF THE IROQUOIS
THE YOUNG PIONEER SERIES
BY HARRISON ADAMS
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration]
=THE PIONEER BOYS OF THE OHIO=,
Or: Clearing the Wilderness $1.25
=THE PIONEER BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES=,
Or: On the Trail of the Iroquois 1.25
=THE
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ALASKA
THE GREAT COUNTRY
[Illustration]
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK. BOSTON. CHICAGO
ATLANTA. SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., LIMITED
LONDON. BOMBAY. CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD.
TORONTO
[Illustration: Photo by E. W. Merrill, Sitka
Courtesy of G. Kostrometinoff
ALEXANDER BARANOFF]
ALASKA
THE GREAT COUNTRY
BY
ELLA HIGGINSON
AUTHOR OF "MARIELLA, OF OUT-WEST," "WHEN THE BIRDS GO NORTH AGAIN,"
"FROM THE LAND OF THE SNOW-PEARLS," ETC.
_New York_
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1910
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1908,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1908. Reprinted
February, 1909; March, 1910.
_Norwood Press_
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
To
MR. AND MRS. HENRY ELLIOTT HOLMES
FOREWORD
When the Russians first came to the island of Unalaska, they were told
that a vast country lay to the eastward and that its name was
Al-ay-ek-sa. Their own island the Aleuts called Nagun-Alayeksa, meaning
"the land lying near Alayeksa."
The Russians in time came to call the country itself Alashka; the
peninsula, Aliaska; and the island, Unalashka. Alaska is an English
corruption of the original name.
A great Russian moved under inspiration when he sent Vitus Behring out
to discover and explore the continent lying to the eastward; two great
Americans--Seward and Sumner--were inspired when, nearly a century and a
half later, they saved for us, in the face of the bitterest opposition,
scorn, and ridicule, the country that Behring discovered and which is
now coming to be recognized as the most glorious possession of any
people; but, first of all, were the gentle, dark-eyed Aleuts inspired
when they bestowed upon this same country--with the simplicity and
dignified repression for which their character is noted--the beautiful
and poetic name which means "the great country."
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
ALEXANDER BARANOFF _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
ALASKA (_colored map_) 1
COPPER SMELTER IN SOUTHEASTERN ALASKA 2
KASA-AN 9
HOWKAN 16
DISTANT VIEW OF DAVIDSON GLACIER 21
DAVIDSON GLACIER 36
A PHANTOM SHIP 41
ROAD THROUGH CUT-OFF CANYON 48
SCENE ON THE WHITE PASS 53
STEEL CANTILEVER BRIDGE, NEAR SUMMIT OF WHITE PASS 68
OLD RUSSIAN BUILDING, SITKA 73
GREEK-RUSSIAN CHURCH AT SITKA 80
ESKIMO IN WALRUS-SKIN KAMELAYKA 101
ESKIMO IN BIDARKA 116
RAILROAD CONSTRUCTION, EYAK LAKE 121
EYAK LAKE, NEAR CORDOVA 128
INDIAN HOUSES, CORDOVA 133
VALDEZ 148
AN ALASKAN ROAD HOUSE 153
KOW-EAR-NUK AND HIS DRYING SALMON 160
STEAMER "RESOLUTE" 165
"OBLEUK," AN ESKIMO GIRL IN PARKA 180
A NORTHERN MADONNA 185
ESKIMO LAD IN PARKA AND MUKLUKS 192
SCALES AND SUMMIT OF CHILKOOT PASS IN 1898 197
SUMMIT OF CHILKOOT PASS IN 1898 212
PINE FALLS, ATLIN 229
LAKE BENNETT IN 1898 244
WHITE HORSE, YUKON TERRITORY 249
GRAND CANYON OF THE YUKON 256
WHITE HORSE RAPIDS 261
WHITE HORSE RAPIDS IN WINTER 276
STEAMER "WHITE HORSE" IN FIVE-FINGER RAPIDS 293
A YUKON SNOW SCENE NEAR WHITE HORSE 308
A HOME IN THE YUKON 325
ONE AND A HALF MILLIONS OF KLONDIKE GOLD 340
A FAMOUS TEAM OF HUSKIES 357
CLOUD EFFECT ON THE YUKON 372
"WOLF" 389
DOG-TEAM EXPRESS, NOME 404
FOUR BEAUTIES OF CAPE PRINCE OF WALES WITH SLED
REINDEER OF THE AMERICAN MISSIONARY HERD 421
COUNCIL CITY AND SOLOMON RIVER RAILROAD--A CHARACTERISTIC
LANDSCAPE OF SEWARD PENINSULA 436
TELLER 453
F
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ATHENS: ITS RISE AND FALL
by Edward Bulwer Lytton
DEDICATION.
TO HENRY FYNES CLINTON, ESQ., etc., etc. AUTHOR OF "THE FASTI
HELLENICI."
My Dear Sir,
I am not more sensible of the distinction conferred upon me when you
allowed me to inscribe this history with your name, than pleased with
an occasion to express my gratitude for the assistance I have derived
throughout the progress of my labours from that memorable work, in
which you have upheld the celebrity of English learning, and afforded
so imperishable a contribution to our knowledge of the Ancient World.
To all who in history look for the true connexion between causes and
effects, chronology is not a dry and mechanical compilation of barren
dates, but the explanation of events and the philosophy of facts. And
the publication of the Fasti Hellenici has thrown upon those times, in
which an accurate chronological system can best repair what is
deficient, and best elucidate what is obscure in the scanty
authorities bequeathed to us, all the light of a profound and
disciplined intellect, applying the acutest comprehension to the
richest erudition, and arriving at its conclusions according to the
true spirit of inductive reasoning, which proportions the completeness
of the final discovery to the caution of the intermediate process. My
obligations to that learning and to those gifts which you have
exhibited to the world are shared by all who, in England or in Europe,
study the history or cultivate the literature of Greece. But, in the
patient kindness with which you have permitted me to consult you
during the tedious passage of these volumes through the press--in the
careful advice--in the generous encouragement--which have so often
smoothed the path and animated the progress--there are obligations
peculiar to myself; and in those obligations there is so much that
honours me, that, were I to enlarge upon them more, the world might
mistake an acknowledgment for a boast.
With the highest consideration and esteem,
Believe me, my dear sir,
Most sincerely and gratefully yours,
EDWARD LYTTON BULWER
London, March, 1837.
ADVERTISEMENT.
The work, a portion of which is now presented to the reader, has
occupied me many years--though often interrupted in its progress,
either by more active employment, or by literary undertakings of a
character more seductive. These volumes were not only written, but
actually in the hands of the publisher before the appearance, and
even, I believe, before the announcement of the first volume of Mr.
Thirlwall's History of Greece, or I might have declined going over any
portion of the ground cultivated by that distinguished scholar [1].
As it is, however, the plan I have pursued differs materially from
that of Mr. Thirlwall, and I trust that the soil is sufficiently
fertile to yield a harvest to either labourer.
Since it is the letters, yet more than the arms or the institutions of
Athens, which have rendered her illustrious, it is my object to
combine an elaborate view of her literature with a complete and
impartial account of her political transactions. The two volumes now
published bring the reader, in the one branch of my subject, to the
supreme administration of Pericles; in the other, to a critical
analysis of the tragedies of Sophocles. Two additional volumes will,
I trust, be sufficient to accomplish my task, and close the records of
Athens at that period when, with the accession of Augustus, the annals
of the world are merged into the chronicle of the Roman empire. In
these latter volumes it is my intention to complete the history of the
Athenian drama--to include a survey of the Athenian philosophy--to
describe the manners, habits, and social life of the people, and to
conclude the whole with such a review of the facts and events narrated
as may constitute, perhaps, an unprejudiced and intelligible
explanation of the causes of the rise and fall of Athens.
As the history of the Greek republics has been too often corruptly
pressed into the service of heated political partisans, may I be
pardoned the precaution of observing that, whatever my own political
code, as applied to England, I have nowhere sought knowingly to
pervert the lessons of a past nor analogous time to fugitive interests
and party purposes. Whether led sometimes to censure, or more often
to vindicate the Athenian people, I am not conscious of any other
desire than that of strict, faithful, impartial justice. Restlessly
to seek among the ancient institutions for illustrations (rarely
apposite) of the modern, is, indeed, to desert the character of a
judge for that of an advocate, and to undertake the task of the
historian with the ambition of the pamphleteer. Though designing this
work not for colleges and cloisters, but for the general and
miscellaneous public, it is nevertheless impossible to pass over in
silence some matters which, if apparently trifling in themselves, have
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FOUNTAINS ABBEY
[Illustration: _Fountains Abbey_
_J. M. W. Turner, R.A. pinxit._ _Art Repro. Co._
_From a drawing in the possession of J. E. Taylor, Esq._]
FOUNTAINS ABBEY
THE STORY OF A MEDIÆVAL
MONASTERY BY GEORGE HODGES
D.D. DEAN OF THE EPISCOPAL
THEOLOGICAL SCHOOL CAMBRIDGE
MASSACHUSETTS
LONDON: JOHN MURRAY
ALBEMARLE STREET W
MCMIV
BALLANTYNE PRESS
LONDON & EDINBURGH
TO MY WIFE
I INSCRIBE THIS FRUIT
OF A GOLDEN SUMMER
PREFACE
The materials out of which this book is made were taken mainly from two
sources: a description and explanation of the Abbey ruins by Mr. W. H.
St. John Hope, and a collection and annotation of the Abbey records by
Mr. John Richard Walbran.
The ruins have been minutely examined by Mr. St. John Hope, who has left
no stone unconsidered. He has brought to his study of the Abbey a
profound knowledge of monastic architecture. The account of his
investigations is published in the fifteenth volume of the “Yorkshire
Archæological Journal,” to which is appended a historical ground-plan of
the Abbey, drawn by Mr. Harold Brakspear. The Marquess of Ripon has had
copies of this plan framed and placed in various parts of the buildings
for the information of visitors. Through the courtesy of Mr. Hope and
Mr. Brakspear I am enabled to give a reduced version of this excellent
plan.
The records have been gathered together by Mr. Walbran, and printed,
with many learned and interesting notes, in two volumes of the
publications of the Surtees Society, entitled “Memorials of Fountains
Abbey.” They begin with a contemporary narrative of the foundation of
the Abbey, and extend to the grant which the king made of the Abbey
lands after the suppression. They include the chronicle of the
administrations of the abbots; the deed of the ground on which the Abbey
stands; a series of royal charters and a series of papal privileges;
various records of the dealings of the Monastery with its neighbours,
clerical and lay; letters to Thomas Cromwell from Layton and Legh, the
commissioners at whose demand the Abbey was surrendered, and from
Marmaduke Bradley, the abbot who surrendered it; and the king’s
assignment of pensions by name to the abbot and the monks after the
dissolution.
Of these documents, the longest and most interesting is the contemporary
account of the foundation--_Narratio de fundatione Fontanis Monasterii_.
It was written by Hugh, a monk of the daughter house of Kirkstall, upon
information given him by Serlo, an aged brother then resident in that
abbey, who had once lived at Fountains. Serlo was almost a hundred years
old when he sat in the sun in the cloister of Kirkstall, and told this
story of his early days, answering Hugh’s questions. “It is now,” he
says, “the sixty-ninth year of my conversion. When I first went to
Fountains to associate myself to that holy brotherhood, I was, as I
remember, about beginning my thirtieth year.” The Abbey, at that time,
as he tells us in another place, was five years old; but he had been
acquainted with the brethren before. “When the monks left the monastery
of York, I myself was present. I had known their names and faces from my
boyhood; I was born in their country, was brought up amongst them, and
to several of them I was related by ties of blood. And although I am, as
thou may see, far advanced in years, I am very grateful to my old age
that my memory remains unimpaired, and particularly retentive of those
things committed to it in early years. Such things, therefore, relating
to the origin of the Monastery of Fountains, which I personally
witnessed, or have gathered from the credible report of my elders, I
will now relate.”
Serlo spent ten years at Fountains, leaving in 1147, with the colony
which founded Kirkstall. After that
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*THE ROMANCE OF
THE COMMONPLACE*
*Gelett Burgess*
_Now things there are that, upon him who sees,_
_A strong vocation lay; and strains there are_
_That whoso hears shall hear for evermore._
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Paul Elder and Morgan Shepard : : : San Francisco
_Copyright_, 1902
by GELETT BURGESS
_Entered at_ Stationer's Hall
_London_
PRINTED BY THE STANLEY-TAYLOR COMPANY, SAN FRANCISCO
To
My Sisters, Ella and Ann:
with whom
This Philosophy was Proven
*THE ROMANCE OF
THE COMMONPLACE*
*Contents*
Introduction
April Essays
Getting Acquainted
Dining Out
The Uncharted Sea
The Art of Playing
The Use of Fools
Absolute Age
The Manual Blessing
The Deserted Island
The Sense of Humour
The Game of Correspondence
The Caste of the Articulate
The Tyranny of the Lares
Costume and Custom
Old Friends and New
A Defense of Slang
The Charms of Imperfection
"The Play's the Thing"
Living Alone
Cartomania
The Science of Flattery
Romance *en Route*
At the Edge of the World
The Diary Habit
The Perfect Go-between
Growing Up
A Pauper's Monologue
A Young Man's Fancy
Where is Bohemia?
The Bachelor's Advantage
The Confessions of an Ignoramus
A Music-Box Recital
A Plea for the Precious
Sub Rosa
*Introduction*
To let this book go from my hands without some one more personal note
than the didactic paragraphs of these essays contained, has been, I must
confess, a temptation too strong for me to resist. The observing reader
will note that I have so re-written my theses that none of them begins
with an "I" in big type, and though this preliminary chapter conforms to
the rule also, it is for typographic rather than for any more modest
reasons. Frankly, this page is by way of a flourish to my signature,
and is the very impertinence of vanity.
But this little course of philosophy lays my character and temperament,
not to speak of my intellect, so bare that, finished and summed up for
the printer, I am all of a shiver with shame. My nonsense gave, I
conceit myself, no clue by which my real self might be discovered. My
fiction I have been held somewhat responsible for, but escape for the
story-teller is always easy. Even in poetry a man may so cloak himself
in metaphor that he may hope to be well enough disguised. But the essay
is the most compromising form of literature possible, and even such
filmy confidences and trivial gaieties as these write me down for what I
am. Were they even critical in character, I would have that best of
excuses, a difference of taste, but here I have had the audacity to
attempt a discussion of life itself, upon which every reader will
believe himself to be a competent critic.
By a queer sequence of circumstances, the essays, begun in the _Lark_,
were continued in the _Queen_, and, if you have read these two papers,
you will know that one magazine is as remote in character from the other
as San Francisco is from London. But each has happened to fare far
afield in search of readers, and between them I may have converted some
few to my optimistic view of every-day incident. To educate the British
Matron and Young Person was, perhaps, no more difficult an undertaking
than to open the eyes of the California Native Son. The fogs that fall
over the Thames are not very different to the mists that drive in
through the Golden Gate, after all!
Still, I would not have you think that these lessons were written with
my tongue in my cheek. I have made believe so long that now I am quite
sincere in my conviction that we can see pretty much whatever we look
for; which should prove the desirability of
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By Margaret Sherwood
=THE PRINCESS POURQUOI.= Illustrated. $1.50.
=THE COMING OF THE TIDE.= With frontispiece. 12mo, $1.50.
=DAPHNE=: An Autumn Pastoral. 12mo, $1.00.
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
THE
PRINCESS POURQUOI
[Illustration]
[Illustration: EVERY DAY HER BIG EYES GREW WISER]
THE PRINCESS
POURQUOI
BY
MARGARET SHERWOOD
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & COMPANY
MDCCCCVII
COPYRIGHT 1902 AND 1903 BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
COPYRIGHT 1907 BY THE S. S. McCLURE CO.
COPYRIGHT 1906 AND 1907 BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
COPYRIGHT 1907 BY MARGARET SHERWOOD
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published October 1907_
CONTENTS
THE PRINCESS POURQUOI 1
THE CLEVER NECROMANCER 43
THE PRINCESS AND THE MICROBE 81
THE SEVEN STUDIOUS SISTERS 131
THE GENTLE ROBBER 175
[asterism] The Princess Pourquoi, The Princess and the Microbe,
and The Seven Studious Sisters appeared first in _Scribner's
Magazine_, The Clever Necromancer in the _Atlantic Monthly_, and
The Gentle Robber in _McClure's Magazine_. They are here
reprinted by the courteous permission of the publishers of those
magazines.
ILLUSTRATIONS
EVERY DAY HER BIG EYES GREW WISER _Frontispiece_
SIDE BY SIDE THEY WALKED TOGETHER 22
"IT'S GOT TO BE KILLED," SAID THE PRINCESS STURDILY 101
"WHAT!" THUNDERED HIS MAJESTY 142
CAME RIDING FROM ALL PARTS OF THE KINGDOM 148
HE BEGAN TO WEAR THE LOOK OF THOSE WHO SEE MORE
THAN MEETS THE EYE 185
FOR SOME HALF SMILED AND HID THEIR SMILES AS
BEST THEY COULD 203
A GLIMPSE OF AN HERETIC BEING BURNED TO DEATH 210
THE PRINCESS POURQUOI
THE
PRINCESS POURQUOI
[Illustration]
Once upon a time, in a country very far away, a new princess was born.
As is usual in such cases, the King, her father, and the Queen, her
mother, held a great christening feast, to which were invited all the
crowned heads for miles around, all the nobility of their own kingdom,
and the fairies whose good wishes were considered desirable. In the
middle of the ceremony, as is also customary, a very angry little old
lady, with a nose like a beak, burst into the room.
"May I ask why I was not invited?" she demanded. "These are here," and
she pointed to the fairy who rules the hearts of men, and to the fairy
who rules circumstance. She herself was the fairy who rules men's minds.
"You!" stammered his Majesty. "Why, it is only a girl. We--we thought
you would be offended. Later, if a son should be born"--
"You thought!" shrieked the enraged little creature, gathering her
shoulder-shawl about her. "You thought nothing whatever about it. I am
insulted, and I shall be revenged. Before anything yet has been given to
this child I shall curse her"--
"Oh!" begged the crowned heads and the nobility.
"Yes," said the fairy, stamping and growing angrier, "I shall curse her
with a _mind_."
"Anything but that," groaned his Majesty.
"Not that for a woman-child," moaned the mother, from under her silken
coverlid.
"Yes," said the fairy, and her wicked black eyes snapped over her
withered red cheeks. "She is a woman-child, and yet she shall think. She
shall be alien to her own sex, and undesired by the other. She shall ask
and it will not be given her. She shall achieve and it shall count her
for naught. Men shall point the finger at her like this" (and she
pointed one skinny forefinger at the King), "and shall whisper, 'There
goes the woman with brains, poor thing!' As for your Majesty, in her
shall you find your punishment. She shall think what you do not know,
and divine what you cannot find out. Now," added the wicked fairy,
turning to the two godmothers who stood by the child's cradle, "see if
you, with all your giving, can do anything to lessen the curse that I
have spoken," and she rushed away like a whirlwind, leaving every face
dismayed.
The fairy who rules circumstance stood by the cradle and spoke. Her face
was the face of one who wavers two ways
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Patty—Bride
BY
CAROLYN WELLS
_Author of_
_The_ TWO LITTLE WOMEN _Series_
_The_ MARJORIE _Books_
_etc._
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_
NEW YORK
Copyright, 1918
By Dodd, Mead and Company, Inc.
PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.
TO
ONE OF THE DEAREST LITTLE GIRLS
IN THE WORLD,
BARBARA BUEHLER,
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I Philip’s Chance 9
II Bumble Arrives 25
III Captain Bill 42
IV The Boys in Khaki 59
V A Fire-Eater 73
VI A Sleighride 89
VII A Queer Chaperon 105
VIII In the Tea-Room 121
IX Letters 137
X A Valentine 153
XI Patty in Tears 170
XII Lena and Bill 186
XIII An Important Document 202
XIV Helen’s Adventure 220
XV A Desperate Situation 236
XVI The Flag and the Girl Back Home 252
XVII Patty and Bill 269
XVIII Patty’s Wedding 286
Patty-Bride
CHAPTER I
PHILIP’S CHANCE
“I can’t _stand_ it, Patty, I simply _can’t_ stand it!”
“But you’ll have to, Phil, dear. I’m engaged to Little Billee, and some
day I’m going to marry him. And that’s all there is about it.”
“Oh, no, Patty, that isn’t all about it. I’m not going to give you up so
easily. You don’t _know_ how I care for you. You’ve no idea what a
determined chap I can be,——”
“Now, stop, Phil. You know you promised that we should be friends and
nothing more. You promised not to ask for more than my friendship—didn’t
you, now?”
“I did but that was only so you’d stay friendly with me, and I
thought,—forgive the egotism,—I thought I could yet win your love.
Patty, you don’t care such a lot for Farnsworth, do you, now?”
“Indeed I do, Phil. Why, do you suppose I’d be engaged to him if I
didn’t love him more than anybody in all the world? Of course I
wouldn’t!”
“I know you think so, Patty,” Phil’s handsome face was grave and kind,
“but you may be mistaken.”
“I’m not mistaken, Philip, and unless you change your subject of
conversation, I’ll have to ask you to go away. I should think you’d
scorn to talk like that to a girl who’s engaged to another man!”
“I should think I would, too, Patty. But I can’t help it. Oh, my girl,
my little love, I can’t give you up. I can’t tamely stand aside and make
no effort to win you back! I’m not asking anything wrong, Patty, only
don’t send me away; let me try once again for you,——”
“It’s too late, Phil,” and Patty looked a little frightened at his
vehemence.
“It’s never too late, until you’re actually married to him. When will
that be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. We’ve only been engaged a fortnight,——”
“And I only learned of it today,——”
“I know, I tried to get you on the telephone,——”
“Yes, I’ve been down in Washington for a week or more. But, Patty,
dearest, think how surprised and stunned I was to hear of it. I came
right over, to learn from you, yourself, if it could be true.”
“Yes, Philip, it is true, and I’m glad and happy about it. I’m sorry
you’ve been disappointed, but—there are others——”
“Hush!” and Van Reypen fairly glared at her, “never imply that there’s
any one else in the world for me! Oh, Patty, my little Patty, I can’t
bear it.”
His great, dark eyes were full of despair, his face was drawn with
sorrow, and Patty forgave him, even while she resented his attitude.
“You mustn’t, Philip,” she said, gently; “it isn’t right for you to talk
to me like that. I feel disloyal, even to listen to it.”
“I don’t care!” Van Reypen burst out. “You’re mine! You promised Aunty
Van you’d marry me! You _promised_!”
Philip grasped her hand in both his own, and gazed at her so wildly that
Patty was tempted to run out of the room. But she realised the matter
must be settled once for all, and she spoke with dignity.
“Philip,” she said, “I don’t think you’re quite fair to me,—or to
Billee. Is it manly to talk like this
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Transcribed from the 1894 Longmans, Green, and Co. edition by David
Price, email [email protected]
ROBERT F. MURRAY
(AUTHOR OF THE SCARLET GOWN)
HIS POEMS: WITH MEMOIR
BY
ANDREW LANG
LONDON
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
NEW YORK: 15 EAST 16TH STREET
1894
Edinburgh: T. AND A. CONSTABLE, Printers to Her Majesty
THE VOLUME
IS DEDICATED TO
J. M. D. MEIKLEJOHN, ESQ.
MOST INDULGENT OF MASTERS
AND KINDEST OF
FRIENDS
R. F. MURRAY--1863-1893
Much is written about success and failure in the career of literature,
about the reasons which enable one man to reach the front, and another to
earn his livelihood, while a third, in appearance as likely as either of
them, fails and, perhaps, faints by the way. Mr. R. F. Murray, the
author of _The Scarlet Gown_, was among those who do not attain success,
in spite of qualities which seem destined to ensure it, and who fall out
of the ranks. To him, indeed, success and the rewards of this world,
money, and praise, did by no means seem things to be snatched at. To him
success meant earning by his pen the very modest sum which sufficed for
his wants, and the leisure necessary for serious essays in poetry. Fate
denied him even this, in spite of his charming natural endowment of
humour, of tenderness, of delight in good letters, and in nature. He
died young; he was one of those whose talent matures slowly, and he died
before he came into the full possession of his intellectual kingdom. He
had the ambition to excel, [Greek text], as the Homeric motto of his
University runs, and he was on the way to excellence when his health
broke down. He lingered for two years and passed away.
It is a familiar story, the story of lettered youth; of an ambition, or
rather of an ideal; of poverty; of struggles in the 'dusty and stony
ways'; of intellectual task-work; of a true love consoling the last
months of weakness and pain. The tale is not repeated here because it is
novel, nor even because in its hero we have to regret an 'inheritor of
unfulfilled renown.' It is not the genius so much as the character of
this St. Andrews student which has won the sympathy of his biographer,
and may win, he hopes, the sympathy of others. In Mr. Murray I feel that
I have lost that rare thing, a friend; a friend whom the chances of life
threw in my way, and withdrew again ere we had time and opportunity for
perfect recognition. Those who read his Letters and Remains may also
feel this emotion of sympathy and regret.
He was young in years, and younger in heart, a lover of youth; and youth,
if it could learn and could be warned, might win a lesson from his life.
Many of us have trod in his path, and, by some kindness of fate, have
found from it a sunnier exit into longer days and more fortunate
conditions. Others have followed this well-beaten road to the same early
and quiet end as his.
The life and the letters of Murray remind one strongly of Thomas
Davidson's, as published in that admirable and touching biography, _A
Scottish Probationer_. It was my own chance to be almost in touch with
both these gentle, tuneful, and kindly humorists. Davidson was a
Borderer, born on the skirts of'stormy Ruberslaw,' in the country of
James Thomson, of Leyden, of the old Ballad minstrels. The son of a
Scottish peasant line of the old sort, honourable, refined, devout, he
was educated in Edinburgh for the ministry of the United Presbyterian
Church. Some beautiful verses of his appeared in the _St. Andrews
University Magazine_ about 1863, at the time when I first'saw myself in
print' in the same periodical. Davidson's poem delighted me: another of
his, 'Ariadne in Naxos,' appeared in the _Cornhill Magazine_ about the
same time. Mr. Thackeray, who was then editor, no doubt remembered Pen's
prize poem on the same subject. I did not succeed in learning anything
about the author, did not know that he lived within a drive of my own
home. When next I heard of him
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[Illustration: _Photo, W. Shawncross, Guildford_.]
[_Frontispiece_. J. ARTHUR GIBBS.]
A COTSWOLD VILLAGE
OR COUNTRY LIFE AND PURSUITS IN GLOUCESTERSHIRE
BY J. ARTHUR GIBBS
"Go, little booke; God send thee good passage,
And specially let this be thy prayere
Unto them all that thee will read or hear,
Where thou art wrong after their help to call,
Thee to correct in any part or all."
GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
1918
PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION
Before the third edition of this work had been published the author
passed away, from sudden failure of the heart, at the early age of
thirty-one. Two or three biographical notices, written by those who
highly appreciated him and who deeply mourn his loss, have already
appeared in the newspapers; and I therefore wish to add only a few words
about one whose kind smile of welcome will greet us no more in
this life.
Joseph Arthur Gibbs was one of those rare natures who combine a love of
outdoor life, cricket and sport of every kind, with a refined and
scholarly taste for literature. He had, like his father, a keen
observation for every detail in nature; and from a habit of patient
watchfulness he acquired great knowledge of natural history. From his
grandfather, the late Sir Arthur Hallam Elton, he inherited his taste
for literary work and the deep poetical feeling which are revealed so
clearly in his book. On leaving Eton, he wrote a _Vale_, of which his
tutor, Mr. Luxmoore, expressed his high appreciation; and later on,
when, after leaving Oxford, he was living a quiet country life, he
devoted himself
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MRS PEIXADA
By Henry Harland (AKA Sidney Luska)
Author of “As It Was Written,” etc., etc.
Cassell & Company, Limited, 739 & 741 Broadway, New York.
1886
CONTENTS
MRS. PEIXADA.
CHAPTER I—A CASE IS STATED.
CHAPTER II.—“A VOICE, A MYSTERY.”
CHAPTER III.—STATISTICAL.
CHAPTER IV.—“THAT NOT IMPOSSIBLE SHE.”
CHAPTER V.—“A NOTHING STARTS THE SPRING.”
CHAPTER VI.—“THE WOMAN WHO HESITATES.”
CHAPTER VII.—ENTER MRS. PEIXADA.
CHAPTER VIII.—“WHAT REST TO-NIGHT?”
CHAPTER IX.—AN ORDEAL.
CHAPTER X.—“SICK OF A FEVER.”
CHAPTER XI.—“HOW SHE ENDEAVORED TO EXPLAIN HER LIFE.”
CHAPTER XII.—“THE FINAL STATE O’ THE STORY.”
MRS. PEIXADA.
CHAPTER I—A CASE IS STATED.
ON more than one account the 25th of April will always be a notable
anniversary in the calendar of Mr. Arthur Ripley. To begin with, on that
day he pocketed his first serious retainer as a lawyer.
He got down-town a little late that morning. The weather was
superb—blue sky and summer temperature. Central Park was within easy
walking
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The Varieties of Religious Experience
A Study in Human Nature
Being the Gifford Lectures on Natural Religion Delivered at Edinburgh in
1901-1902
By
William James
Longmans, Green, And Co,
New York, London, Bombay, Calcutta, and Madras
1917
CONTENTS
Preface.
Lecture I. Religion And Neurology.
Lecture II. Circumscription of the Topic.
Lecture III. The Reality Of The Unseen.
Lectures IV and V. The Religion Of Healthy-Mindedness.
Lectures VI And VII. The Sick Soul.
Lecture VIII. The Divided Self, And The Process Of Its Unification.
Lecture IX. Conversion.
Lecture X. Conversion--Concluded.
Lectures XI, XII, And XIII. Saintliness.
Lectures XIV And XV. The Value Of Saintliness.
Lectures XVI And XVII. Mysticism.
Lecture XVIII. Philosophy.
Lecture XIX. Other Characteristics.
Lecture XX. Conclusions.
Postscript.
Index.
Footnotes
[Title Page]
To
C. P. G.
IN FILIAL GRATITUDE AND LOVE
PREFACE.
This book would never have been written had I not been honored with an
appointment as Gifford Lecturer on Natural Religion at the University of
Edinburgh. In casting about me for subjects of the two courses of ten
lectures each for which I thus became responsible, it seemed to me that
the first course might well be a descriptive one on "Man's Religious
Appetites," and the second a metaphysical one on "Their Satisfaction
through Philosophy." But the unexpected growth of the psychological matter
as I came to write it out has resulted in the second subject being
postponed entirely, and the description of man's religious constitution
now fills the twenty lectures. In Lecture XX I have suggested rather than
stated my own philosophic conclusions, and the reader who desires
immediately to know them should turn to pages 511-519, and to the
"Postscript" of the book. I hope to be able at some later day to express
them in more explicit form.
In my belief that a large acquaintance with particulars often makes us
wiser than the possession of abstract formulas, however deep, I have
loaded the lectures with concrete examples, and I have chosen these among
the extremer expressions of the religious temperament. To some readers I
may consequently seem, before they get beyond the middle of the book, to
offer a caricature of the subject. Such convulsions of piety, they will
say, are not sane. If, however, they will have the patience to read to the
end, I believe that this unfavorable impression will disappear; for I
there combine the religious impulses with other principles of common sense
which serve as correctives of exaggeration, and allow the individual
reader to draw as moderate conclusions as he will.
My thanks for help in writing these lectures are due to Edwin D. Starbuck,
of Stanford University, who made over to me his large collection of
manuscript material; to Henry W. Rankin, of East Northfield, a friend
unseen but proved, to whom I owe precious information; to Theodore
Flournoy, of Geneva, to Canning Schiller, of Oxford, and to my colleague
Benjamin Rand, for documents; to my colleague Dickinson S. Miller, and to
my friends, Thomas Wren Ward, of New York, and Wincenty Lutoslawski, late
of Cracow, for important suggestions and advice. Finally, to conversations
with the lamented Thomas Davidson and to the use of his books, at
Glenmore, above Keene Valley, I owe more obligations than I can well
express.
HARVARD UNIVERSITY,
March, 1902.
LECTURE I. RELIGION AND NEUROLOGY.
It is with no small amount of trepidation that I take my place behind this
desk, and face this learned audience. To us Americans, the experience of
receiving instruction from the living voice, as well as from the books, of
European scholars, is very familiar. At my own University of Harvard, not
a winter passes without its harvest, large or small, of lectures from
Scottish, English, French, or German representatives of the science or
literature of their respective countries whom we have either induced to
cross the ocean to address us, or captured on the wing as they were
visiting our land. It seems the natural thing for us to listen whilst the
Europeans talk. The contrary habit, of talking whilst the Europeans
listen, we have not yet acquired; and in him who first makes the adventure
it begets a certain sense of apology being due for so presumptuous an act.
Particularly must this be the case on a soil as sacred to the American
imagination as that of Edinburgh. The glories of the philosophic chair of
this university were deeply impressed on my imagination in boyhood.
Professor Fraser's Essays in Philosophy, then just published, was the
first philosophic book I ever looked into, and I well remember the awe-
struck feeling I received from the account of Sir William Hamilton's
class-room therein contained. Hamilton's own lectures were
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braces, e.g. {99}. They have been located where page breaks occurred
in the original book.
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EDUCATION
HOW OLD THE NEW
BY
JAMES J. WALSH, M.D., Ph.D., Litt. D.
Dean and Professor of the History of Medicine and of Nervous Diseases
at Fordham University School of Medicine; Professor of Physiological
Psychology at the Cathedral College, New York.
SECOND IMPRESSION
NEW YORK
FORDHAM UNIVERSITY PRESS
1911
COPYRIGHT. 1910, BY
JAMES J. WALSH
Published October 20th, 1910
Second Impression March 20th, 1911
THE QUINN & BODEN CO. PRESS
RAMWAY, N.J.
TO THE
_Xavier Alumni Sodality_
Most of the thoughts contained in this volume were originally
expressed at our breakfasts. It seems only fitting, then, that on
presentation to a larger audience they should be dedicated to you.
J. J. W.
_Our Lady's Day._ August 15, 1910
{v}
PREFACE
The reason for publishing this volume of lectures and addresses is the
persuasion that present-day educators are viewing the history
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THE ATHEIST'S MASS
By Honore De Balzac
Translated by Clara Bell
This is dedicated to Auguste Borget by his friend De Balzac
THE ATHEIST'S MASS
Bianchon, a physician to whom science owes a fine system of theoretical
physiology, and who, while still young, made himself a celebrity in the
medical school of Paris, that central luminary to which European doctors
do homage, practised surgery for a long time before he took up medicine.
His earliest studies were guided by one of the greatest of French
surgeons, the illustrious Desplein, who flashed across science like a
meteor. By the consensus even of his enemies, he took with him to the
tomb an incommunicable method. Like all men of genius, he had no heirs;
he carried everything in him, and carried it away with him. The glory of
a surgeon is like that of an actor: they live only so long as they are
alive, and their talent leaves no trace when they are gone. Actors
and surgeons, like great singers too, like the executants who by their
performance increase the power of music tenfold, are all the heroes of a
moment.
Desplein is a case in proof of this resemblance in the destinies of
such transient genius. His name, yesterday so famous, to-day almost
forgotten, will survive in his special department without crossing its
limits. For must there not be some extraordinary circumstances to exalt
the name of a professor from the history of Science to the general
history of the human race? Had Desplein that universal command of
knowledge which makes a man the living word, the great figure of his
age? Desplein had a god
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CELEBRATED TRAVELS AND TRAVELLERS.
THE GREAT EXPLORERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.
LONDON: GILBERT AND RIVINGTON, PRINTERS, ST. JOHN'S SQUARE.
[Frontispiece: Map of the work which had to be done in the 19th
Century. _Grave par E. Morieu 23, r. de Brea Paris._]
CELEBRATED TRAVELS AND TRAVELLERS.
THE GREAT EXPLORERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.
BY JULES VERNE.
TRANSLATED BY N. D'ANVERS,
AUTHOR OF "HEROES OF NORTH AFRICAN DISCOVERY," "HEROES OF SOUTH AFRICAN
DISCOVERY," ETC.
WITH 51 ORIGINAL DRAWINGS BY LEON BENETT, AND 57 FAC-SIMILES FROM EARLY
MSS. AND MAPS BY MATTHIS AND MORIEU.
[Illustration: Ship sailing near icebergs.]
London:
SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIVINGTON,
CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET.
1881.
[_All rights reserved_.]
TO
DR. G. G. GARDINER,
_I Dedicate this Translation_
WITH SINCERE AND GRATEFUL ESTEEM.
N. D'ANVERS.
HENDON, _Christmas, 1880_.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE.
In offering the present volume to the English public, the Translator
wishes to thank the Rev. Andrew Carter for the very great assistance
given by him in tracing all quotations from English, German, and other
authors to the original sources, and for his untiring aid in the
verification of disputed spellings, &c.
THE GREAT EXPLORERS OF THE 19TH CENTURY.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS AND MAPS
REPRODUCED IN FAC-SIMILE FROM THE ORIGINAL DOCUMENTS, GIVING THE
SOURCES WHENCE THEY ARE DERIVED.
PART THE FIRST.
PAGE
Map of the work which had to be done in the 19th Century _Frontispiece_
Jerusalem............................. 10
Map of Egypt, Nubia, and part of Arabia _To face woodcut of Jerusalem_
Portrait of Burckhardt ...................... 14
"Here is thy grave"........................ 15
Merchant of Jeddah ........................ 22
Shores and boats of the Red Sea.................. 23
Map of English India and part of Persia.............. 31
Bridge of rope .......................... 31
"They were seated according to age"................ 36
Beluchistan warriors ....................... 37
"A troop of bayaderes came in" .................. 46
Afghan costumes.......................... 48
Persian costumes ......................... 52
"Two soldiers held me" ...................... 52
"Fifteen Ossetes accompanied me" ................. 59
"He beheld the Missouri" ..................... 64
Warrior of Java.......................... 65
A kafila of slaves ........................ 70
Member of the body-guard of the Sheikh of Bornou ......... 73
Reception of the Mission ..................... 74
Lancer of the army of the Sultan of Begharmi ........... 75
Map of Denham and Clapperton's journey ..............
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PRICE, 12 1-2 CENTS.
THE
LIFE AND DEATH
OF
MRS. MARIA BICKFORD,
A Beautiful Female, who was
INHUMANLY MURDERED,
In the Moral and Religious City of Boston, on the
night of the 27th of October, 1845, by
ALBERT J. TIRRELL,
Her Paramour, arrested on board the Ship Sultana,
off New Orleans, December 6th.
[Illustration]
BY A CLERGYMAN, OF BRUNSWICK, ME.
BOSTON:
PUBLISHED AND FOR SALE BY ALL THE
PERIODICAL DEALERS.
1845
SECOND EDITION,--REVISED.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1845,
by SILAS ESTABROOK, in the
Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.
PREFACE.
“I COME NOT TO DESTROY.”--_Our Savior._
For the principal facts embodied in the following narrative, the Author
is indebted to the ill-fated female who is the subject of them. It was
his lot to be the bearer of a letter to her, in the spring of 1845, from
a companion of her childhood. Aware of her forlorn condition, and of
many acts of atrocity which characterized the latter part of her erring
life, he made it his purpose to learn the history of her career, which
was frankly communicated by her own lips.
The Author tenders his acknowledgments to the person who generously
placed in his hands the original letters which reveal the passion flame
of her FIRST LOVE with a medical student of Brunswick, in Maine. The
contents of these letters establish the fact that this student became
her seducer, and that he afterwards heartlessly abandoned her to
remorse, and the jeers of a scoffing world. She was but fifteen years of
age at the time of writing the letters, and they evince not only much
purity and depth of feeling, but likewise a mind endowed with rare
gifts.
It is not a pleasing duty to record the vicissitudes of the unfortunate.
To draw aside the veil which conceals the cherished treasures, the
blighted hopes, and the undying remorse of an erring soul, traced
through long seasons of unredeeming, rayless wo, is to perform a labor
for the benefit of the living. In this the author has striven to be
faithful, impartial, and truthful.
Life, as a spectacle, is but dimly seen and feebly comprehended; as a
mystery, it is unfathomable indeed. Blown, as it were, a bubble--dark as
the transgressions by which it is checkered, it bursts in an hour we
know not, as the globe of glass is dashed into fragments. We look on the
wreck, and wonder why it had a being, to gather in its train a
multitudinous throng of evils, and make its exit in ignominy and shame.
The author, it will be seen, is a fatalist--a believer in an unalterable
destiny. It is unnecessary here to enter into a defence of that
belief--he hopes that all people have an opinion of their own upon this,
as on other subjects.
Ye rich and great! ye poor and destitute--children of sin and wanderers
from virtue--ye world wronged! cast your eyes over the panorama spread
out to your view in the following pages, and, from the sounding depths
of crime, learn lessons of wisdom.
CHAPTER I.
_Maria’s Birth--Strange Omens at the time of it--Speculations of
the Old Maids and Old Women concerning the same--Singular Traits of
her Youth--Mysterious Spiritual Visitings--Meditations in the Woods
and Fields--Theology and Philosophy--Penitence--Remarks--What
constitutes True Religion?_
Mrs. Maria Bickford was a native of Oldtown, a small parish near the
city of Bangor, in Maine--the daughter of poor but respectable parents.
Her maiden name was Dunn. She was born in the year 1822, and was,
consequently, twenty-three years old at the period of her awful and
untimely end. It is said of her, that, from earliest childhood, she had
been the sport of ill omens and startling reverses. At her birth, which
occurred before sunrise on a beautiful morning in
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BURGO'S ROMANCE
BY
T. W. SPEIGHT
AUTHOR OF "BACK TO LIFE," "HOODWINKED," ETC.
_AUTHORIZED EDITION_
--------------------
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
1894
AUTHORIZED EDITION
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. YOUNG MAN ABOUT TOWN.
II. CAPTAIN CUSDEN'S REPORT.
III. CUT ADRIFT.
IV. "OLD GARDEN."
V. A HUMBLE FRIEND.
VI. A LAST INTERVIEW.
VII. BURGO IN A NEW CHARACTER.
VIII. UNCLE AND NEPHEW.
IX. BURGO'S VIGIL.
X. A SLEEP AND AN AWAKING.
XI. A CLUE.
XII. FOUND.
XIII. HELPLESS.
XIV. IN DURANCE VILE.
XV. DACIA ROYLANCE.
XVI. DACIA EXPLAINS.
XVII. A DOOR BETWEEN.
XVIII. IN WHICH THE UNEXPECTED COMES TO PASS.
XIX. THE CAPTAIN OF THE "NAIAD."
XX. RESCUED.
XXI. A SURPRISE FOR BURGO.
XXII. A MYSTERY SOLVED.
BURGO'S ROMANCE
CHAPTER I.
A YOUNG MAN ABOUT TOWN.
A dark handsome face bent close to a fair and glowing one, a trembling
white hand clasped in a sinewy brown one, two black eyes aflame with
the light of love, two blue eyes cast down in a sweet confusion and
shaded by long brown lashes.
The scene was the conservatory at the back of Mrs. Mordaunt's London
house. It was a wilderness--that is to say, a wilderness where art
reigned supreme--of shrubs, ferns, mosses, and sweet-smelling tropical
flowers. Here and there a shaded lamp glowed with chastened radiance
through the greenery; here and there a Chinese lantern hung suspended
in mid-air like some huge transparent insect of many colours; here and
there a statue gleamed snow-white through the leafage. Some one in the
drawing-room was playing a dreamy waltz; in the breaks of the music
the low silvery plash of a hidden fountain made music of another kind.
Time and the place conspired. The dark, handsome face bent closer, the
lean brown fingers tightened their grasp, two hearts fluttered as they
had never fluttered before. Then the words which one was dying to say
and the other one dying to hear, broke forth in accents low, eager,
and impassioned:
"Clara, darling, you must know that I love you. You must know that I
have loved you ever since that day when----"
In smooth, clear accents a voice behind them broke in:
"Clara, love, I have been looking for you everywhere. I want you
particularly. Mr. Brabazon, will you kindly open that slide a few
inches? I can't think what Stevens has been about; the temperature is
perfectly unbearable."
Burgo Brabazon was brought back to mundane matters with a shock as
though a stream of ice-cold water had been poured down his back. He
dropped Miss Leslie's trembling fingers and turned in some confusion
to obey Mrs. Mordaunt's behest. Before doing so however, he contrived
to whisper the one word "To-morrow."
By the time he had arranged the slide, Mrs. Mordaunt and her niece had
disappeared. He muttered an execration under his breath, for Mr.
Brabazon was by no means an exemplary young man.
Ten minutes later he left the house without saying "Good-night" to
anybody.
As he made his way through the drawing-room he saw Miss Leslie sitting
a little apart from the general company in a recessed window. By her
side, and playing with her fan, sat young vacuous-faced Lord
Penwhistle--vacuous-faced, but enormously rich. "Ah-ha! _chère
madame_, so that's your little game, is it?" muttered Burgo to
himself.
A group of three or four men with whom he was slightly acquainted were
talking on the stairs. They became suddenly silent when they saw him
coming down, and each of them greeted him with a solemn nod as he
passed. Burgo felt vaguely uncomfortable, he hardly knew why.
A hansom took him quickly to his club, and there, over a cigarette and
a bottle of Apollinaris, he sat down to meditate.
Burgo Brabazon at this time was within a month of his twenty-sixth
birthday. He might have been a lineal descendant of Coleridge's
_Ancient Mariner_, seeing that, like him, he was "long and lank and
brown"; but his was the lankiness of perfect health, of a frame
trained to the fineness of a greyhound's, which had not an ounce of
superfluous flesh about it. He had a long oval face and clear-cut
aquiline features; he had dark, steadfast-looking eyes, with a fine
penetrative faculty about them which gave you the impression that he
was a man who would not be easily imposed upon; his hair and his small
moustache were jet black. He was seldom languid, and still more rarely
supercilious, while occasionally inclined to be cynical and
pessimistic (in which respect he was by no means singular); but those
were qualities of which he could disembarrass himself as easily as he
could of his overcoat. He dressed fastidiously, but had nothing
whatever of the latter-day "masher" about him, he was far too manly
for that. Finally, no one
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the equals sign (=), em-dash (--) and a circular "bullet" (o). No
explanation is given in the book for the significance of these symbols
which are reproduced as the original.
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to denote catalogue items donated by the Boston Philatelic Society. In
this Plain Text version of the e-book this typeface is distinguished by
preceding and following dollar symbols: $thus$.
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superscripts by a preceding caret (^) symbol;
and small caps typeface by UPPER CASE.
[ae] for ae-ligature
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[oe] for oe-ligature character
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Where changes or corrections have been made to the text, these are
listed at the end of the book.
* * * * *
CATALOGUE
OF
BOOKS ON PHILATELY
IN THE
PUBLIC LIBRARY
OF THE CITY OF BOSTON.
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CHARACTER WRITINGS
OF THE
SEVENTEENTH CENTURY
EDITED BY
HENRY MORLEY, LL.D.
EMERITUS PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE
UNIVERSITY COLLEGE, LONDON
1891
CONTENTS.
CHARACTER WRITING BEFORE THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
THEOPHRASTUS.
Stupidity
THOMAS HARMAN'S "Caveat for Cursitors"
A Ruffler
BEN JONSON'S "Every Man out of his Humour" and "Cynthia's Revels"
A Traveller
The True Critic.
The Character of the Persons in "Every Man out of his Humour"
CHARACTER WRITINGS OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.
Sir THOMAS OVERBURY
A Good Woman
A Very Woman
Her Next Part
A Dissembler
A Courtier
A Golden Ass
A Flatterer
An Ignorant Glory-Hunter
A Timist
An Amorist
An Affected Traveller
A Wise Man
A Noble Spirit
An Old Man
A Country Gentleman
A Fine Gentleman
An Elder Brother
A Braggadocio Welshman
A Pedant
A Serving-Man
An Host
An Ostler
The True Character of a Dunce
A Good Wife
A Melancholy Man
A Sailor
A Soldier
A Tailor
A Puritan
A Mere Common Lawyer
A Mere Scholar
A Tinker
An Apparitor
An Almanac-Maker
A Hypocrite
A Chambermaid
A Precisian
An Inns of Court Man
A Mere Fellow of a House
A Worthy Commander in the Wars
A Vainglorious Coward in Command
A Pirate
An Ordinary Fence
A Puny Clerk
A Footman
A Noble and Retired Housekeeper
An Intruder into Favour
A Fair and Happy Milkmaid
An Arrant Horse-Courser
A Roaring Boy
A Drunken Dutchman resident in England
A Phantastique: An Improvident Young Gallant
A Button-Maker of Amsterdam
A Distaster of the Time
A Mere Fellow of a House
A Mere Pettifogger
An Ingrosser of Corn
A Devilish Usurer
A Waterman
A Reverend Judge
A Virtuous Widow
An Ordinary Widow
A Quack-Salver
A Canting Rogue
A French Cook
A Sexton
A Jesuit
An Excellent Actor
A Franklin
A Rhymer
A Covetous Man
The Proud Man
A Prison
A Prisoner
A Creditor
A Sergeant
His Yeoman
A Common Cruel Jailer
What a Character is
The Character of a Happy Life
An Essay on Valour
JOSEPH HALL
HIS SATIRES--
A Domestic Chaplain
The Witless Gallant
HIS CHARACTERS OF VIRTUES AND VICES
I. _Virtues_--
Character of the Wise Man
Of an Honest Man
Of the Faithful Man
Of the Humble Man
Of a Valiant Man
Of a Patient Man
Of the True Friend
Of the Truly Noble
Of the Good Magistrate
Of the Penitent
The Happy Man
II. _Vices_--
Character of the Hypocrite
Of the Busybody
Of the Superstitious
Of the Profane
Of the Malcontent
Of the Inconstant
Of the Flatterer
Of the Slothful
Of the Covetous
Of the Vainglorious
Of the Presumptuous
Of the Distrustful
Of the Ambitious
Of the Unthrift
Of the Envious
JOHN STEPHENS
JOHN EARLE
MICROCOSMOGRAPHY----
A Child
A Young Raw Preacher
A Grave Divine
A Mere Dull Physician
An Alderman
A Discontented Man
An Antiquary
A Younger Brother
A Mere Formal Man
A Church-<DW7>
A Self-Conceited Man
A Too Idly Reserved Man
A Tavern
A Shark
A Carrier
A Young Man
An Old College Butler
An Upstart Country Knight
An Idle Gallant
A Constable
A Downright Scholar
A Plain Country Fellow
A Player
A Detractor
A Young Gentleman of the University
A Weak Man
A Tobacco-Seller
A Pot Poet
A Plausible Man
A Bowl-Alley
The World's Wise Man
A Surgeon
A Contemplative Man
A She Precise Hypocrite
A Sceptic in Religion
An Attorney
A Partial Man
A Trumpeter
A Vulgar-Spirited Man
A Plodding Student
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EZRA POUND: HIS METRIC AND POETRY
By T. S. Eliot
BOOKS BY EZRA POUND
PROVENCA, being poems selected from Personae, Exultations, and
Canzoniere. (Small, Maynard, Boston, 1910)
THE SPIRIT OF ROMANCE: An attempt to define somewhat the charm
of the pre-renaissance literature of Latin-Europe. (Dent,
London, 1910; and Dutton, New York)
THE SONNETS AND BALLATE OF GUIDO CAVALCANTI. (Small, Maynard,
Boston, 1912)
RIPOSTES. (Swift, London, 1912; and Mathews, London, 1913)
DES IMAGISTES: An anthology of the Imagists, Ezra Pound,
Aldington, Amy Lowell, Ford Maddox Hueffer, and others
GAUDIER-BRZESKA: A memoir. (John Lane, London and New York,
1916)
NOH: A study of the Classical Stage of Japan with Ernest
Fenollosa. (Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1917; and Macmillan,
London, 1917)
LUSTRA with Earlier Poems. (Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1917)
PAVANNES AHD DIVISIONS. (Prose. In preparation: Alfred A. Knopf,
New York)
EZRA POUND: HIS METRIC AND POETRY
I
"All talk on modern poetry, by people who know," wrote Mr. Carl
Sandburg in _Poetry_, "ends with dragging in Ezra Pound
somewhere. He may be named only to be cursed as wanton and
mocker, poseur, trifler and vagrant. Or he may be classed as
filling a niche today like that of Keats in a preceding epoch.
The point is, he will be mentioned."
This is a simple statement of fact. But though Mr. Pound is well
known, even having been the victim of interviews for Sunday
papers, it does not follow that his work is thoroughly known.
There are twenty people who have their opinion of him for every
one who has read his writings with any care. Of those twenty,
there will be some who are shocked, some who are ruffled, some
who are irritated, and one or two whose sense of dignity is
outraged. The twenty-first critic will probably be one who knows
and admires some of the poems, but who either says: "Pound is
primarily a scholar, a translator," or "Pound's early verse was
beautiful; his later work shows nothing better than the itch for
advertisement, a mischievous desire to be annoying, or a
childish desire to be original." There is a third type of
reader, rare enough, who has perceived Mr. Pound for some years,
who has followed his career intelligently, and who recognizes
its consistency.
This essay is not written for the first twenty critics of
literature, nor for that rare twenty-second who has just been
mentioned, but for the admirer of a poem here or there, whose
appreciation is capable of yielding him a larger return. If the
reader is already at the stage where he can maintain at once the
two propositions, "Pound is merely a scholar" and "Pound is
merely a yellow journalist," or the other two propositions,
"Pound is merely a technician" and "Pound is merely a prophet of
chaos," then there is very little hope. But there are readers of
poetry who have not yet reached this hypertrophy of the logical
faculty; their attention might be arrested, not by an outburst
of praise, but by a simple statement. The present essay aims
merely at such a statement. It is not intended to be either a
biographical or a critical study. It will not dilate upon
"beauties"; it is a summary account of ten years' work in
poetry. The citations from reviews will perhaps stimulate the
reader to form his own opinion. We do not wish to form it for
him. Nor shall we enter into other phases of Mr. Pound's
activity during this ten years; his writings and views on art
and music; though these would take an important place in any
comprehensive biography.
II
Pound's first book was published in Venice. Venice was a halting
point after he had left America and before he had settled in
England, and here, in 1908, "A Lume Spento" appeared. The
volume is
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THE HOUSE OF THE SEVEN GABLES
by
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
AUTHOR'S PREFACE
I. THE OLD PYNCHEON FAMILY
II. THE LITTLE SHOP-WINDOW
III. THE FIRST CUSTOMER
IV. A DAY BEHIND THE COUNTER
V. MAY AND NOVEMBER
VI. MAULE'S WELL
VII. THE GUEST
VIII. THE PYNCHEON OF TO-DAY
IX. CLIFFORD AND PHOEBE
X. THE PYNCHEON GARDEN
XI. THE ARCHED WINDOW
XII. THE DAGUERREOTYPIST
XIII. ALICE PYNCHEON
XIV. PHOEBE'S GOOD-BYE
XV. THE SCOWL AND SMILE
XVI. CLIFFORD'S CHAMBER
XVII. THE FLIGHT OF TWO OWLS
XVIII. GOVERNOR PYNCHEON
XIX. ALICE'S POSIES
XX. THE FLOWER OF EDEN
XXI. THE DEPARTURE
INTRODUCTORY NOTE.
THE HOUSE OF THE SEVEN GABLES.
IN September of the year during the February of which Hawthorne had
completed "The Scarlet Letter," he began "The House of the Seven
Gables." Meanwhile, he had removed from Salem to Lenox, in Berkshire
County, Massachusetts, where he occupied with his family a small red
wooden house, still standing at the date of this edition, near the
Stockbridge Bowl.
"I sha'n't have the new story ready by November," he explained to his
publisher, on the 1st of October, "for I am never good for anything in
the literary way till after the first autumnal frost, which has
somewhat such an effect on my imagination that it does on the foliage
here about me-multiplying and brightening its hues." But by vigorous
application he was able to complete the new work about the middle of
the January following.
Since research has disclosed the manner in which the romance is
interwoven with incidents from the history of the Hawthorne family,
"The House of the Seven Gables" has acquired an interest apart from
that by which it first appealed to the public. John Hathorne (as the
name was then spelled), the great-grandfather of Nathaniel Hawthorne,
was a magistrate at Salem in the latter part of the seventeenth
century, and officiated at the famous trials for witchcraft held there.
It is of record that he used peculiar severity towards a certain woman
who was among the accused; and the husband of this woman prophesied
that God would take revenge upon his wife's persecutors. This
circumstance doubtless furnished a hint for that piece of tradition in
the book which represents a Pyncheon of a former generation as having
persecuted one Maule, who declared that God would give his enemy "blood
to drink." It became a conviction with the Hawthorne family that a
curse had been pronounced upon its members, which continued in force in
the time of the romancer; a conviction perhaps derived from the
recorded prophecy of the injured woman's husband, just mentioned; and,
here again, we have a correspondence with Maule's malediction in the
story. Furthermore, there occurs in the "American Note-Books" (August
27, 1837), a reminiscence of the author's family, to the following
effect. Philip English, a character well-known in early Salem annals,
was among those who suffered from John Hathorne's magisterial
harshness, and he maintained in consequence a lasting feud with the old
Puritan official. But at his death English left daughters, one of whom
is said to have married the son of Justice John Hathorne, whom English
had declared he would never forgive. It is scarcely necessary to point
out how clearly this foreshadows the final union of those hereditary
foes, the Pyncheons and Maules, through the marriage of Phoebe and
Holgrave. The romance, however, describes the Maules as possessing some
of the traits known to have been characteristic of the Hawthornes: for
example, "so long as any of the race were to be found, they had been
marked out from other men--not strikingly, nor as with a sharp line,
but with an effect that was felt rather than spoken of--by an
hereditary characteristic of reserve
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Title: The Adventures of Harry Richmond, v4
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A Captain of Industry
BEING
_The Story of a Civilized Man_
BY
UPTON SINCLAIR
AUTHOR OF "THE JUNGLE," ETC.
GIRARD, KANSAS
THE APPEAL TO REASON
1906
COPYRIGHT, 1906,
BY J. A. WAYLAND.
_All rights reserved._
A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY
PREFACE
This little story was written nearly five years ago. The verdict upon it
was that it was "unpublishable," and so I put it away until I should be
in position to publish it myself.
Recently I read it over, and got an interesting vision of how the times
have changed in five years. I put it away a revolutionary document; I
took it out a quiet and rather obvious statement of generally accepted
views. In reading the story, one should bear in mind that it was written
before any of the "literature of exposure" had appeared; that its writer
drew nothing from Mr. Steffens' probing of political corruption, nor
from Miss Tarbell's analysis of the railroad rebate, nor from Mr.
Lawson's expose of the inner life of "Frenzied Finance."
U.S.
A CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY
I
I purpose in this chronicle to tell the story of A CIVILIZED MAN:
casting aside all Dreams and Airy Imaginations, and dealing with that
humble Reality which lies at our doorsteps.
II
Every proverb, every slang phrase and colloquialism, is what one might
call a petrified inspiration. Once upon a time it was a living thing, a
lightning flash in some man's soul; and now it glides off our tongue
without our ever thinking of its meaning. So, when the event transpired
which marks the beginning of my story, the newspapers one and all
remarked that Robert van Rensselaer was born with a silver spoon in his
mouth.
Into the particular circumstances of the event it is not necessary to
go, furthermore than to say that the arrival occasioned considerable
discomfort, to the annoyance of my hero's mother, who had never
experienced any discomfort before. His father, Mr. Chauncey van
Rensselaer, was a respected member of our metropolitan high society,
combining the major and minor _desiderata_ of wealth and good-breeding,
and residing in a twentieth-century palace at number four thousand
eleven hundred and forty-four Fifth Avenue. At the time of the opening
of our story van Rensselaer _pere_ had fled from the scene of the
trouble and was passing the time playing billiards with some sympathetic
friends, and when the telephone-bell rang they opened some champagne and
drank to the health of van Rensselaer _fils_. Later on, when the father
stood in the darkened apartment and gazed upon the red and purple mite
of life, proud emotions swelled high in his heart, and he vowed that he
would make a gentleman of Robert van Rensselaer,--a gentleman after the
pattern of his father.
At the outset of the career of my hero I have to note the amount of
attention which he received from the press, and from an anxious public.
Mr. Chauncey van Rensselaer was wealthy, according to New York and Fifth
Avenue standards, and Baby van Rensselaer was provided with an
introductory outfit of costumes at an estimated cost of seventeen
thousand dollars. I have a file of van Rensselaer clippings, and would
quote the elaborate descriptions, and preserve them to a grateful
posterity; but in the meantime Master Robert van Rensselaer would be
grown up. I pass on to the time when he was a growing boy, with two
governesses, and several tutors, and a groom, and such other attendants
as every boy has to have.
III
Many lads would have been spoiled by so much attention; and so it is
only fair to say at the outset that "Robbie" was never spoiled; that to
the end of his days he was what is known as "a good fellow," and that it
was only when he could not have what he wanted that anger ever appeared
in his eyes.
Before many more years he went away to a great rich school, followed by
the prayers of a family, and by the valet and the groom. There he had a
suite of rooms, and two horses, and a pair of dogs with pedigrees longer
than his own; and there he learned to smoke a brand of choice
cigarettes, and to play poker, and to take a proper interest in
race-track doings. There also, just when he was ready to come away and
to take a great college by storm, Robbie met with an exciting
ad
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LULU'S LIBRARY.
BY
LOUISA M. ALCOTT,
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE WOMEN," "AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL," "LITTLE MEN,"
"EIGHT COUSINS," "ROSE IN BLOOM," "UNDER THE LILACS,"
"JACK AND JILL," "HOSPITAL SKETCHES," "WORK, A
STORY OF EXPERIENCE," "MOODS, A NOVEL,"
"PROVERB STORIES," "SILVER PITCHERS,"
"AUNT JO'S SCRAP-BAG."
VOL. I.
A CHRISTMAS DREAM.
THE CANDY COUNTRY.
NAUGHTY JOCKO.
THE SKIPPING SHOES.
COCKYLOO.
ROSY'S JOURNEY.
HOW THEY RAN AWAY.
THE FAIRY BOX.
A HOLE IN THE WALL.
THE PIGGY GIRL.
THE THREE FRO
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BY
W. W. JACOBS
Part 3.
ILLUSTRATIONS
From Drawings by Will Owen
CHAPTER XI
Jack Nugent's first idea on seeing a letter from his father asking him to
meet him at Samson Wilks's was to send as impolite a refusal as a strong
sense of undutifulness and a not inapt pen could arrange, but the united
remonstrances of the Kybird family made him waver.
"You go," said Mr. Kybird, solemnly; "take the advice of a man wot's seen
life, and go. Who knows but wot he's a thinking of doing something for
you?"
"Startin' of you in business or somethin'," said Mrs. Kybird. "But if 'e
tries to break it off between you and 'Melia I hope you know what to
say."
"He won't do that," said her husband.
"If he wants to see me," said Mr. Nugent, "let him come here."
"I wouldn't 'ave 'im in my house," retorted Mr. Kybird, quickly. "An
Englishman's 'ouse is his castle, and I won't 'ave him in mine."
"Why not, Dan'l," asked his wife, "if the two families is to be
connected?"
Mr. Kybird shook his head, and, catching her eye, winked at her with much
significance.
"'Ave it your own way," said Mrs. Kybird, who was always inclined to make
concessions in minor matters. "'Ave it your own way, but don't blame me,
that's all I ask."
Urged on by his friends Mr. Nugent at last consented, and, in a reply to
his father, agreed to meet him at the house of Mr. Wilks on Thursday
evening. He was not free him-self from a slight curiosity as to the
reasons which had made the captain unbend in so unusual a fashion.
Mr. Nathan Smith put in an appearance at six o'clock on the fatal
evening. He was a short, slight man, with a clean-shaven face mapped with
tiny wrinkles, and a pair of colourless eyes the blankness of whose
expression defied research. In conversation, especially conversation of
a diplomatic nature, Mr. Smith seemed to be looking through his opponent
at something beyond, an uncomfortable habit which was a source of much
discomfort to his victims.
"Here we are, then, Mr. Wilks," he said, putting his head in the door and
smiling at the agitated steward.
"Come in," said Mr. Wilks, shortly.
Mr. Smith obliged. "Nice night outside," he said, taking a chair; "clear
over'ead. Wot a morning it 'ud be for a sail if we was only young
enough. Is that terbacker in that canister there?"
The other pushed it towards him.
"If I was only young enough--and silly enough," said the boarding-house
master, producing a pipe with an unusually large bowl and slowly filling
it, "there's nothing I should enjoy more than a three years' cruise.
Nothing to do and everything of the best."
"'Ave you made all the arrangements?" inquired Mr. Wilks, in a tone of
cold superiority.
Mr. Smith glanced affectionately at a fish-bag of bulky appearance which
stood on the floor between his feet. "All ready," he said, cheerfully,
an' if you'd like a v'y'ge yourself I can manage it for you in two twos.
You've on'y got to say the word."
"I don't want one," said the steward, fiercely; "don't you try none o'
your larks on me, Nathan Smith, cos I won't have it."
[Illustration: "Mr. Nathan Smith."]
"Lord love your 'art," said the boarding-master, "I wouldn't 'urt you.
I'm on'y acting under your orders now; yours and the captin's. It ain't
in my reg'lar way o' business at all, but I'm so good-natured I can't say
'no.'"
"Can't say 'no' to five pounds, you mean," retorted Mr. Wilks, who by no
means relished these remarks.
"If I was getting as much out of it as you are I'd be a 'appy man,"
sighed Mr. Smith.
"Me!" cried the other; do you think I'd take money for this--why, I'd
sooner starve, I'd sooner. Wot are you a-tapping your nose for?"
"Was I tapping it?" demanded Mr. Smith, in surprise. "Well, I didn't
know it. I'm glad you told me."
"You're quite welcome," said the steward, sharply. "Crimping ain't in my
line; I'd sooner sweep the roads."
"'Ear, 'ear," exclaimed Mr. Smith, approvingly. "Ah! wot a thing it is
to come acrost an honest man. Wot a good thing it is for the eyesight."
He stared stonily somewhere in the direction of Mr. Wilks, and then
blinking rapidly shielded his eyes with his hand as though
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FRESH FIELDS
by
JOHN BURROUGHS
Boston and New York
Houghton, Mifflin and Company
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1896
Copyright, 1884, 1895,
By John Burroughs.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. NATURE IN ENGLAND 1
II. ENGLISH WOODS: A CONTRAST 35
III. IN CARLYLE'S COUNTRY 45
IV. A HUNT FOR THE NIGHTINGALE 77
V. ENGLISH AND AMERICAN SONG-BIRDS 113
VI. IMPRESSIONS OF SOME ENGLISH BIRDS 131
VII. IN WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY 147
VIII. A GLANCE AT BRITISH WILD FLOWERS 159
IX. BRITISH FERTILITY 175
X. A SUNDAY IN CHEYNE ROW 199
XI. AT SEA 267
INDEX 277
FRESH FIELDS
I
NATURE IN ENGLAND
I
The first whiff we got of transatlantic nature was the peaty breath of
the peasant chimneys of Ireland while we were yet many miles at sea.
What a homelike, fireside smell it was! it seemed to make something long
forgotten stir within one. One recognizes it as a characteristic Old
World odor, it savors so of the soil and of a ripe and mellow antiquity.
I know no other fuel that yields so agreeable a perfume as peat. Unless
the Irishman in one has dwindled to a very small fraction, he will be
pretty sure to dilate his nostrils and feel some dim awakening of memory
on catching the scent of this ancestral fuel. The fat, unctuous
peat,--the pith and marrow of ages of vegetable growth,--how typical it
is of much that lies there before us in the elder world; of the slow
ripenings and accumulations, of extinct life and forms, decayed
civilizations, of ten thousand growths and achievements of the hand and
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[Illustration: _Isaac Mason._]
L I F E O F
ISAAC MASON
A S A S L A V E.
WORCESTER, MASS.
1893.
Table of Contents
1. Earliest Recollections.
2. In a New Home.
3. Escape from Slavery.
4. In the Land of Freedom.
5. A Flying Visit to Hayti.
WORCESTER, MASS., JULY 19, 1893.
I have known Isaac Mason very well since 1850. He has done a
great deal of work for me and my household. I know him to be an
honest, faithful and intelligent man. I have not had time to
examine his book in manuscript, but I am sure his statements may
be trusted, and that his experience will prove very interesting.
I hope his book will have a good sale, and commend it to the
public.
GEO. F. HOAR.
PREFACE.
* * * * *
Having repeatedly been asked by my many friends to write the history of
my life as a slave, especially by some who have heard me lecture on
certain portions of that ever memorable period of my life, I have, after
some hesitation as to its advisability, reluctantly concluded to accede
to their wishes, and now present to them a truthful sketch of my
eventful life in the dark days of slavery. As these checkered scenes of
my early life reflectively present themselves to my mind at my advanced
state of life, I wonder how I withstood all the abuse and cruelty of
these early years. Our lives are largely composed of sorrow and joy, but
my cup, it seems to me, has been full to overflowing with sorrow, but
God has been my strength and my salvation, and has brought me thus far
in the journey of life, and in him I trust, praying that, in his good
time he will take me to that heavenly home where our earthly trials will
cease and where there will be no more sorrow.
My story is told in a plain matter-of-fact way, and I hope my readers
will overlook and excuse the defects which must necessarily abound
throughout the book, owing to lack of educational advantages.
ISAAC MASON.
_CHAPTER I._
EARLIEST RECOLLECTIONS.
In Kent County, in the northern part of the State of Maryland, there was
at the time of my earliest recollections (and I suppose it yet remains),
a small town known as George Town Cross Oats, having a population of
about 500 or 600. It was in this town, on the 14th day of May, 1822, A.
D., that I inhaled my first supply of air, that my eyes, for the first
time, were brought in contact with the beautiful light surrounding the
terrestrial world, the earthly home of mankind, and the first sound of
my infant voice was raised in shrill cries for a mother’s tender care
and parental affection. This was the place of my nativity and the date
of my birth. It was also the time that my mistress became the owner of
one more slave and so much richer by my birth. My mother was,
unfortunately, numbered in the family of slavedom, belonging to one Mrs.
Hannah Woodland, and according to the institution of slave law, I
legally, or illegally, became her property. Though my father was a free
man still he had no claim to me. My mother’s name was Sophia Thompson,
and she served in the capacity of house servant. She was the mother of
five children, four sons and one daughter, of whom I was the first born,
and William Anderson, of the city of Worcester, Mass., the second. My
father, Zekiel Thompson, was, as I said, a free man, and most of his
time served as a farm hand on one of the farms owned by my mistress.
Whether from his activity and knowledge of farm work or as an inducement
to remain near his wife, I do not know, but he was permitted to hold the
position of overseer of the work and farm hands.
My mistress, Mrs. H. Woodland, was a widow—her husband being a sea
captain and lost at sea before I was born or had any knowledge of him.
They were both natives of Scotland. He owned two farms, and at his death
his wife became the owner of both, carrying on business until the time
of her death. She was the mother of five children, one son and four
daughters. The son, Samuel Woodland, who was said to be rich, owning two
farms, several houses, and from one hundred to one hundred and fifty
slaves, was, as near as language can express it, a lifetime tyrant to
his farm hands and house servants. His tyranical passion was so great
that on the day of his death he called in the men from their work, and
with a stick in his dying hand struck each one across their hands. As
each one received the parting gift he had to file out and another take
his place. This ceremony continued to within two hours of his death,
when from exhaustion he had to cease. Those who were on the end of the
line of march on that day fortunately lost
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STEPHEN ARCHER AND OTHER TALES
By George Macdonald
CONTENTS.
STEPHEN ARCHER
THE GIFTS OF THE CHILD CHRIST
THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS
THE BUTCHER'S BILLS
POET IN A STORM
IF I HAD A FATHER
STEPHEN ARCHER
Stephen Archer was a stationer, bookseller, and newsmonger in one of the
suburbs of London. The newspapers hung in a sort of rack at his door, as
if for the convenience of the public to help themselves in passing. On
his counter lay penny weeklies and books coming out in parts, amongst
which the _Family Herald_ was in force, and the _London Journal_ not
to be found. I had occasion once to try the extent of his stock, for I
required a good many copies of one of Shakspere's plays--at a penny, if
I could find such. He shook his head, and told me he could not encourage
the sale of such productions. This pleased me; for, although it was of
little consequence what he thought concerning Shakspere, it was of the
utmost import that he should prefer principle to pence. So I loitered
in the shop, looking for something to buy; but there was nothing in the
way of literature: his whole stock, as far as I could see, consisted of
little religious volumes of gay binding and inferior print; he had
nothing even from the Halifax press. He was a good-looking fellow, about
thirty, with dark eyes, overhanging brows that indicated thought, mouth
of character, and no smile. I was interested in him.
I asked if he would mind getting the plays I wanted. He said he would
rather not. I bade him good morning.
More than a year after, I saw him again. I had passed his shop many
times, but this morning, I forget why, I went in. I could hardly
recall the former appearance of the man, so was it swallowed up in a
new expression. His face was alive, and his behaviour courteous. A
similar change had passed upon his stock. There was _Punch_ and _Fun_
amongst the papers, and tenpenny Shaksperes on the counter, printed on
straw-paper, with ugly wood-cuts. The former class of publications had
not vanished, but was mingled with cheap editions of some worthy of
being called books.
"I see you have changed your mind since I saw you last," I said.
"You have the advantage of me, sir," he returned. "I did not know you
were a customer."
"Not much of that," I replied; "only in intention. I wanted you to get
me some penny Shaksperes, and you would not take the order."
"Oh! I think I remember," he answered, with just a trace of confusion;
adding, with a smile, "I'm married now;" and I fancied I could read a
sort of triumph over his former self.
I laughed, of course--the best expression of sympathy at hand--and,
after a little talk, left the shop, resolved to look in again soon.
Before a month was over, I had made the acquaintance of his wife too,
and between them learned so much of their history as to be able to
give the following particulars concerning it.
Stephen Archer was one of the deacons, rather a young one perhaps, of
a dissenting congregation. The chapel was one of the oldest in the
neighbourhood, quite triumphant in ugliness, but possessed of a history
which gave it high rank with those who frequented it. The sacred odour
of the names of pastors who had occupied its pulpit, lingered about
its walls--names unknown beyond its precincts, but starry in the eyes
of those whose world lay within its tabernacle. People generally do
not know what a power some of these small _conventicles_ are in the
education of the world. If only as an outlet for the energies of men of
lowly education and position, who in connexion with most of the churches
of the Establishment would find no employment, they are of inestimable
value.
To Stephen Archer, for instance, when I saw him first, his chapel was
the sole door out of the common world into the infinite. When he
entered, as certainly did the awe and the hush of the sacred place
overshadow his spirit as if it had been a gorgeous cathedral-house
borne aloft upon the joined palms of its Gothic arches. The Master is
truer than men think, and the power of His presence, as Browning has
so well set forth in his "Christmas Eve," is where two or three are
gathered in His name. And inasmuch as Stephen was not a man of
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. CL.
APRIL 26, 1916.
CHARIVARIA.
GENERAL VILLA, in pursuit of whom a United States army has already
penetrated four hundred miles into Mexico, is alleged to have died.
It is not considered likely, however, that he will escape as easily
as all that.
***
"Germans net the Sound," says a recent issue of a contemporary. We
don't know what profit they will get out of it, but we ourselves in
these hard times are only too glad to net anything.
***
Bags of coffee taken from a Norwegian steamer and destined for German
consumption have been found to contain rubber. Once more the
immeasurable superiority of the German chemist as a deviser of
synthetic substitutes for ordinary household commodities is clearly
illustrated. What a contrast to our own scientists, whose use of this
most valuable food substitute has never gone far beyond an occasional
fowl or beefsteak.
***
It has been suggested that in honour of the tercentenary of
SHAKSPEARE'S birth Barclay's brewery should be replaced by a new
theatre, a replica of the old Globe Theatre, whose site it is supposed
to occupy; and Mr. REGINALD MCKENNA is understood to have stated that
it is quite immaterial to him.
***
"Horseflesh is on sale in the West End," says _The Daily Telegraph_,
"and the public analyst at Westminster reports having examined a
smoked horseflesh sausage and found it genuine." It is only fair to
our readers, however, to point out that the method of testing sausages
now in vogue, _i.e._ with a stethoscope, is only useful for
ascertaining the identity of the animal (if any) contained therein,
and is valueless in the case of sausages that are filled with sawdust,
india-rubber shavings, horsehair and other vegetables.
***
Wandsworth Borough has refused the offer of a horse trough on the
ground that there are not enough horses to use it. But there are
always plenty of shirkers.
***
Colonel CHURCHILL was reported on Tuesday last as having been seen
entering the side door of No. 11, Downing Street. It was, of course,
the critical stage door.
***
The Austrian Government has issued an appeal for dogs "for sanitary
purposes." The valuable properties of the dog for sterilising sausage
casings have long been a secret of the Teuton.
* * * * *
Commercial Candour.
"Real Harris Hand-Knitted Socks, _1s. 6d._: worth _2s. 6d._;
unwearable."--_Scotch Paper._
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Shopkeeper._ "YES, I WANT A GOOD USEFUL LAD TO BE
PARTLY INDOORS AND PARTLY OUTDOORS."
_Applicant._ "AND WHAT BECOMES OF ME WHEN THE DOOR SLAMS?"]
* * * * *
A Chance for the Illiterate.
"Wanted, a good, all-round Gardener; illegible."--_Provincial
Paper._
"Gardener.--Wanted at once, clever experienced man with good
knowledge of toms., cucs., mums., &c., to work up small
nursery."
_Provincial Paper._
One with a knowledge of nursery language preferred.
* * * * *
"MANCHESTER, ENG. The election of directors of the Manchester
Chamber of Commerce resulted in the return of eighteen out of
twenty-two directors who are definitely committed to the
policy of no free trade with the 60th Canadian Battalion."
_Victoria Colonist (B.C.)._
We hope the battalion will not retaliate by refusing protection to
Manchester, Eng.
* * * * *
THE CURSE OF BABEL.
Let me tell you about the Baronne de Blanqueville and her grandson.
The Baronne is a Belgian lady who came to England in the early days of
the refugee movement, and established herself here in our village.
With her came her younger daughter and Lou-lou, the infant son of an
elder daughter, who had for some reason to be left behind in Belgium.
Lou-lou was a year old when, with his grandmother and his aunt, he
settled in England as an _emigre_. He was then inarticulate; now he
has gained the use of his tongue.
He has had a little English nursemaid to attend on him, and he has
become a familiar object in many English families of the
neighbourhood.
In fact, he has had a very English bringing up, and now that he is
more than two years old and can talk, he insists on
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CASHEL BYRON'S PROFESSION
By George Bernard Shaw
PROLOGUE
I
Moncrief House, Panley Common. Scholastic establishment for the sons of
gentlemen, etc.
Panley Common, viewed from the back windows of Moncrief House, is
a tract of grass, furze and rushes, stretching away to the western
horizon.
One wet spring afternoon the sky was full of broken clouds, and the
common was swept by their shadows, between which patches of green
and yellow gorse were bright in the broken sunlight. The hills to the
northward were obscured by a heavy shower, traces of which were drying
off the slates of the school, a square white building, formerly a
gentleman's country-house. In front of it was a well-kept lawn with a
few clipped holly-trees. At the rear, a quarter of an acre of land was
enclosed for the use of the boys. Strollers on the common could hear, at
certain hours, a hubbub of voices and racing footsteps from within the
boundary wall. Sometimes, when the strollers were boys themselves,
they climbed to the coping, and saw on the other side a piece of common
trampled bare and brown, with a few square yards of concrete, so worn
into hollows as to be unfit for its original use as a ball-alley. Also
a long shed, a pump, a door defaced by innumerable incised inscriptions,
the back of the house in much worse repair than the front, and about
fifty boys in tailless jackets and broad, turned-down collars. When the
fifty boys perceived a stranger on the wall they rushed to the spot with
a wild halloo, overwhelmed him with insult and defiance, and dislodged
him by a volley of clods, stones, lumps of bread, and such other
projectiles as were at hand.
On this rainy spring afternoon a brougham stood at the door of Moncrief
House. The coachman, enveloped in a white india-rubber coat, was
bestirring himself a little after the recent shower. Within-doors, in
the drawing-room, Dr. Moncrief was conversing with a stately lady aged
about thirty-five, elegantly dressed, of attractive manner, and only
falling short of absolute beauty in her complexion, which was deficient
in freshness.
"No progress whatever, I am sorry to say," the doctor was remarking.
"That is very disappointing," said the lady, contracting her brows.
"It is natural that you should feel disappointed," replied the doctor.
"I would myself earnestly advise you to try the effect of placing him
at some other--" The doctor stopped. The lady's face had lit up with a
wonderful smile, and she had raised her hand with a bewitching gesture
of protest.
"Oh, no, Dr. Moncrief," she said. "I am not disappointed with YOU; but
I am all the more angry with Cashel, because I know that if he makes no
progress with you it must be his own fault. As to taking him away, that
is out of the question. I should not have a moment's peace if he were
out of your care. I will speak to him very seriously about his conduct
before I leave to-day. You will give him another trial, will you not?"
"Certainly. With the greatest pleasure," exclaimed the doctor, confusing
himself by an inept attempt at gallantry. "He shall stay as long as
you please. But"--here the doctor became grave again--"you cannot too
strongly urge upon him the importance of hard work at the present time,
which may be said to be the turning-point of his career as a student. He
is now nearly seventeen; and he has so little inclination for study that
I doubt whether he could pass the examination necessary to entering one
of the universities. You probably wish him to take a degree before he
chooses a profession."
"Yes, of course," said the lady, vaguely, evidently assenting to the
doctor's remark rather than expressing a conviction of her own. "What
profession would you advise for him? You know so much better than I."
"Hum!" said Dr. Moncrief, puzzled. "That would doubtless depend to some
extent on his own taste--"
"Not at all," said the lady, interrupting him with vivacity. "What does
he know about the world, poor boy? His own taste is sure to be something
ridiculous. Very likely he would want to go on the stage, like me."
"Oh! Then you would not encourage any tendency of that sort?"
"Most decidedly not. I hope he has no such idea."
"Not that I am aware of. He shows so little ambition to excel in any
particular branch that I should say his choice of a profession may be
best determined by his parents. I am, of course, ignorant whether his
relatives possess influence
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Daughters of Destiny
[Illustration: AHMED KHAN TO THE RESCUE.]
DAUGHTERS
_of_
DESTINY
BY
SCHUYLER STAUNTON
AUTHOR OF “THE FATE OF A CROWN”
The Reilly & Britton Co.
Chicago
COPYRIGHT, 1906
BY
THE REILLY & BRITTON CO.
LIST OF CHAPTERS
BOOK I--THE MAN
CHAPTER PAGE
I PRINCE KASAM OF BALUCHISTAN 11
II THE AMERICAN COMMISSION 20
III THE PERSIAN PHYSICIAN 41
IV THE DAUGHTER OF THE VIZIER 49
V THE PERIL OF BURAH KHAN 61
VI THE MAN OF DESTINY 71
VII DIRRAG 83
VIII A WOMAN’S WAY 111
IX THE SIXTH DAY 119
X AHMED KHAN 130
BOOK II--THE WOMAN
XI CAPTURE OF DAVID THE JEW 151
XII THE GIRL ON THE DIVAN 172
XIII A WILD WOOING 189
XIV THE VEILED WOMAN 206
XV SALAMAN 215
XVI THE ABDUCTION 224
XVII DAVID SELLS AN IMPORTANT SECRET 230
XVIII THE VIZIER OPENS THE GATE 246
XIX IN THE GARDEN OF AGAHR 262
XX THE GIRL IN THE HAREM 270
XXI THE CHAMBER OF DEATH 284
XXII BY THE HAND OF ALLAH 288
XXIII THE VENGEANCE OF MAIE 298
XXIV THE SPIRIT OF UNREST 301
XXV KASAM KHAN 308
XXVI HER SERENE HIGHNESS THE KHANUM 317
BOOK I
THE MAN
CHAPTER I
PRINCE KASAM OF BALUCHISTAN
“What country did you say, Prince?”
“Baluchistan, my lord.”
The great financier lay back in his chair and a slight smile flickered
over his stern features. Then he removed his eye-glasses and twirled
them thoughtfully around his finger as he addressed the young man
opposite.
“I remember,” said he, “that when I attended school as a boy one of my
chiefest trials in geography was to learn how to bound Baluchistan.”
“Ah, do not say that, sir,” exclaimed Prince Kasam, eagerly. “It is a
customary thing, whenever my country is mentioned, for an Englishman to
refer to his geography. I have borne the slight with rare patience, Lord
Marvale, since first I came, a boy, to London; but permit me to say
that I expected _you_ to be better informed.”
“But, why?” asked the nobleman, raising his brows at the retort.
“Because Baluchistan is a great country, sir. You might drop all of
England upon one of its plains--and have some trouble to find it again.”
Lord Marvale’s eyes twinkled.
“And how about London?” he asked. “You have many such cities, I
suppose?”
“There is but one London, my lord,” answered the young man composedly;
“and, to be frank with you, there are few clusters of houses in my
country that are worthy the name of cities. We Baluchi are a wild race,
as yet untamed by the influence of your western civilization, and those
who wander in desert and plain far exceed in numbers the dwellers in
towns.”
“I am not so ignorant as you may suppose,” declared Lord Marvale; “for
it is a part of my business training to acquire information concerning
all countries of the world, however remote and barbaric they may be. For
instance, I know that your country is ruled by the Khan of Kelat, and
that the English have established a protectorate over it.”
“Kelat!” cried the other, a touch of scorn in his tone; “that, sir, is
not Baluchistan at all. It is the country of the Brahoes, a weak and
cowardly race that is distinct from the Baluchi, my own people. Small
wonder they need the English to protect them! But Kelat, although placed
in Baluchistan by your map-makers, is another country altogether, and
the unconquered Baluchi owe no allegiance to any nation in the world.”
For a time the financier sat silently in his chair. Then he asked:
“You have lived here since childhood, Prince?”
“Since eight years of age, my lord.”
“Why were you educated in London, if your people dislike Europeans?”
“For political reasons, sir. I am the sole legitimate descendant of
seven generations of Khans of Mekran--rulers of all Baluchistan. But in
my grandsire’s time our throne was usurped by Keedar Khan, a fierce
tribesman who carried all before his mighty sword. His son, Burah Khan,
now an old man and in bad health, at present rules at Mekran. Therefore
I was sent by my kinsmen, who are yet powerful and loyal to our family,
to London, that I might escape assassination at the hands of the
usurpers.”
“I see; you hope to succeed Burah Khan.”
“That is my ambition. All that stands in my way is a son of the khan,
who, however, has been confined in a Sunnite monastery since youth and
is reported to be more fitted to become a priest than a ruler of men.”
“Well?”
“My lord, I desire your coöperation and assistance. Twice have I
secretly revisited Baluchistan, where my uncle is vizier to the present
khan. The adherents to my cause are many. We have no money, but possess
vast store of rare jewels, and much gold and silver plate hoarded for
centuries--since the day when Alexander’s army, marching through our
land, was forced to abandon and cast aside much of its burden of
plunder. If we can convert this treasure into money it is our intention
to hire an army of Afghan mercenaries to assist us and with their aid to
rise at the death of Burah Khan, which cannot be long delayed, and again
seize the throne that by right belongs to me. You, my lord, are noted
for your shrewdness in financing great affairs. Here is one of magnitude
in which you may profit largely. Will you aid me?”
The man appealed to was, through long experience, a competent judge of
human nature, and while Kasam spoke he studied the young Oriental
critically.
The prince was of medium height, full faced and broad shouldered. His
beard was clipped in modern fashion, and he wore a conventional frock
coat. But his swarthy skin and glittering dark eyes proclaimed his
Eastern origin, and for head-dress he wore the turban of his tribe,
twisted gracefully but with studied care into that particular fold which
to an Oriental declared as plainly as the written page of a book the
wearer’s nationality and tribe and degree. To the Westerner a turban
means nothing more than a head-covering; to the Oriental it is eloquent
of detail. In the manner of fold, the size, the color and the material
of which it is composed, he reads clearly the wearer’s caste and
condition in life, and accords him the exact respect that is his due.
Aside from the turban, Kasam wore the tribal sash over his shoulder,
thus combining the apparel of the orient with that of the Occident in a
picturesque and most effective manner.
The expression of his face was animated and winning; he gesticulated
freely, but with grace; the words that flowed from his full red lips
were fervent, but well chosen.
Prince Kasam spoke fluent English. His handsome countenance glowed with
the eager enthusiasm of youth, with the conscious pride of high station,
of powerful
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
"WHITE DANDY _OR_ MASTER AND I"
A HORSE'S STORY
25
CENTS.
BY VELMA CALDWELL MELVILLE.
A COMPANION BOOK TO "BLACK BEAUTY."
[Illustration]
J. S. OGILVIE, PUBLISHING CO.
57 ROSE ST. NEW YORK.
"WHITE DANDY"
OR,
MASTER AND I.
A Horse's Story.
BY
VELMA CALDWELL MELVILLE.
_Author of "Queen Bess."_
A Companion Story to "Black Beauty."
THE SUNNYSIDE SERIES. No. 102. July, 1898. Issued Quarterly.
$1.00 per year. Entered at New York Post-Office as second-class matter.
(COPYRIGHT 1898 BY J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING CO.)
NEW YORK:
J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY,
57 ROSE STREET.
"WHITE DANDY"
OR,
MASTER AND I.
CHAPTER I.
Master is Dr. Richard Wallace and I am Dandy, the doctor's favorite
horse, long-tried companion and friend.
Neither of us are as young as we once were, but time seems to tell less
on us than on some others, though I have never been quite the same since
that dreadful year that Master was out West. He often strokes my face
and says: "We're getting old, my boy, getting old, but it don't matter."
Then I see a far away look in the kind, blue eyes--a look that I know so
well--and I press my cheek against his, trying to comfort him. I know
full well what he is thinking about, whether he mentions it right out or
not.
Yes, I remember all about the tragedy that shaped both our lives, and
how I have longed for intelligent speech that I might talk it all over
with him.
He is sixty-two now and I only half as old, but while he is just as busy
as ever, he will not permit me to undertake a single hardship.
Dr. Fred--his brother and partner--sometimes says: "Don't be a fool over
that old horse, Dick! He is able to work as any of us." But the latter
smiles and shakes his head: "Dandy has seen hard service enough and
earned a peaceful old age."
Fred sneers. He says he has no patience with "Dick's nonsense;" but then
he was in Europe when the tragedy occurred, and besides I suppose it
takes the romance and sentiment out of a man to have two wives, raise
three bad boys and bury one willful daughter, to say nothing of the
grandson he has on his hands now; and I might add further that he is a
vastly different man from Dick anyway.
It is a grand thing to spend one's life for others; that is what my
master has done, and it is what we horses do. Of course he is looking
forward to his reward, but we are not expecting anything, though he
insists that there will be a heaven for all faithful domestic animals.
Fred says there is no Bible for it, but Dick says that they could not
mention everything in one book. He says, too, that while he believes
everything to be true that is in the Bible, at the same time he knows
many things to be true that are not there; then he tells about a good
old minister, who, when asked to lend his influence in the organization
of a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals, replied that if
Paul had written a chapter on the subject he would consider it worth his
while to countenance the movement, but as he didn't, he must be excused.
For the benefit of such men, Master says he wishes the apostle had had
time and inclination to write a chapter, and since he did not--with due
reverence for Paul--it would have suited him better, and met a
nineteenth century need closer, if he had omitted suggestions on ladies'
toilets and dealt a few of his sledge-hammer blows at the man who
oppresses the defenseless. Of course I know nothing about such things
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Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors and misprints have been corrected.
Blank pages present in the printed original have been deleted in
the e-text version.
Text in Italics is indicated between _underscores_
Text in small capitals has been replaced by regular uppercase text.
* * * * *
CHARLIE CODMAN'S CRUISE
A Story for Boys
BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
AUTHOR OF "FRANK'S CAMPAIGN," "ERIE TRAIN BOY,"
"ADRIFT IN NEW YORK," ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
PREFACE.
In deference to the expressed wishes of some of his young friends,
the author has essayed a story of the sea, and now presents "Charlie
Codman's Cruise," as the third volume of the Campaign
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By H. Rider Haggard
First Published 1887.
TO MY WIFE
JESS
CHAPTER I
JOHN HAS AN ADVENTURE
The day had been very hot even for the Transvaal, where the days still
know how to be hot in the autumn, although the neck of the summer is
broken--especially when the thunderstorms hold off for a week or two, as
they do occasionally. Even the succulent blue lilies--a variety of the
agapanthus which is so familiar to us in English greenhouses--hung their
long trumpet-shaped flowers and looked oppressed and miserable, beneath
the burning breath of the hot wind which had been blowing for hours like
the draught from a volcano. The grass, too, near the wide roadway
that stretched in a feeble and indeterminate fashion across the veldt,
forking, branching, and reuniting like the veins on a lady's arm, was
completely coated over with a thick layer of red dust. But the hot wind
was going down now, as it always does towards sunset. Indeed, all that
remained of it were a few strictly local and miniature whirlwinds,
which would suddenly spring up on the road itself, and twist and twirl
fiercely round, raising a mighty column of dust fifty feet or more into
the air, where it hung long after the wind had passed, and then slowly
dissolved as its particles floated to the earth.
Advancing along the road, in the immediate track of one of these
desultory and inexplicable whirlwinds, was a man on horseback. The man
looked limp and dirty, and the horse limper and dirtier. The hot wind
had "taken all the bones out of them," as the <DW5>s say, which was
not very much to be wondered at, seeing that they had been journeying
through it for the last four hours without off-saddling. Suddenly the
whirlwind, which had been travelling along smartly, halted, and the
dust, after revolving a few times in the air like a dying top, slowly
began to disperse in the accustomed fashion. The man on the horse halted
also, and contemplated it in an absent kind of way.
"It's just like a man's life," he said aloud to his horse, "coming from
nobody knows where, nobody knows why, and making a little column of dust
on the world's highway, then passing away, leaving the dust to fall to
the ground again, to be trodden under foot and forgotten."
The speaker, a stout, well set-up, rather ugly man, apparently on the
wrong side of thirty, with pleasant blue eyes and a reddish peaked
beard, laughed a little at his own sententious reflection, and then gave
his jaded horse a tap with the _sjambock_ in his hand.
"Come on, Blesbok," he said, "or we shall never get to old Croft's place
to-night. By Jove! I believe that must be the turn," and he pointed with
his whip to a little rutty track that branched from the Wakkerstroom
main road and stretched away towards a curious isolated hill with a
large flat top, which rose out of the rolling plain some four miles to
the right. "The old Boer said the second turn," he went on still talking
to himself, "but perhaps he lied. I am told that some of them think it
is a good joke to send an Englishman a few miles wrong. Let's see, they
told me the place was under the lee of a table-topped hill, about half
an hour's ride from the main road, and that is a table-topped hill, so I
think I will try it. Come on, Blesbok," and he put the tired nag into
a sort of "tripple," or ambling canter much affected by South African
horses.
"Life is a queer thing," reflected Captain John Niel to himself as he
cantered along slowly. "Now here am I, at the age of thirty-four, about
to begin the world again as assistant to an old Transvaal farmer. It is
a pretty end to all one's ambitions, and to fourteen years' work in the
army; but it is what it has come to, my boy, so you had better make the
best of it."
Just then his cogitations were interrupted, for on the farther side of
a gentle <DW72> suddenly there appeared an extraordinary sight. Over the
crest of the rise of land, now some four or five hundred yards away, a
pony with a lady on its back galloped wildly, and after it
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THE STORY OF MY STRUGGLES
_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
ARMINIUS VAMBÉRY:
His Life and Adventures.
Imperial 16mo, cloth, 6s. Boys' Edition, crown 8vo, cloth gilt,
gilt edges, 5s.
THE STORY OF HUNGARY.
Fully Illustrated. Large crown 8vo, cloth, 5s. (THE STORY OF THE
NATIONS SERIES.)
LONDON: T. FISHER UNWIN.
[Illustration: PROFESSOR VAMBÉRY AT THE AGE OF 70
(_Photo by Strelisky._)]
THE STORY OF MY STRUGGLES
THE MEMOIRS OF ARMINIUS VAMBÉRY
PROFESSOR OF ORIENTAL LANGUAGES
IN THE UNIVERSITY OF BUDAPEST
VOLUME I
[Illustration: Logo]
LONDON: T. FISHER UNWIN
PATERNOSTER SQUARE. 1904
(_All rights reserved._)
Preface
Authors of Autobiographies are much exposed to fall into
self-glorification. If I nevertheless have undertaken to write the
following pages, I have done so because of the unexpectedly favourable
criticism which the first two chapters of my book--_Life and Adventures
of Arminius Vambéry, Written by Himself_--met with in England and in
America. In this book I tried to lay before the public an account of
such travels and wanderings of mine as were not comprised in my first
book on Central Asia, and in addition I thought it advisable to give a
few outlines of my juvenile adventures and struggles. Strange to say it
was the narrative of the latter which elicited the particular interest
of my readers, as I noticed from the many letters I received from the
most distant parts of Europe and America.
Well, I said to myself, if such short sketches of my curious career have
evoked this interest on the part of my readers, what will be the
impression if I draw the picture of my whole life and of all the
vicissitudes I went through from my childhood to my present old age?
This is the main reason of the issue of the present volumes. Keeping in
mind the Oriental proverb, "To speak of his own self is the business of
the Shaitan," I have reluctantly touched upon many topics connected with
my personality, but events are mostly inseparable from actors, and
besides I have found encouragement in recalling the appreciation Britons
and Americans are habitually ready to accord to the career of self-made
men.
There are besides other motives which have served as incentives to these
pages. The various stages of my life have been passed in various
countries and societies, and a personal record of men and events dating
from half a century back may not be without interest to the present
generation. Unchecked by conventional modesty and false shame, I have
related all I went through in plain and unadorned words, and if I have
not concealed facts relating to my very humble origin and to the
mistakes I committed, neither have I thought it necessary to leave
unmentioned the result of my labours and the honours entailed by them.
It is now forty years ago since I had first the honour of coming before
the British public, and my desire to be thoroughly known by it may be
pardoned.
A. VAMBÉRY.
Contents
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
MY ANTECEDENTS AND INFANCY 1
CHAPTER II.
JUVENILE STRUGGLES 33
CHAPTER III.
THE PRIVATE TUTOR 69
CHAPTER IV.
MY FIRST JOURNEY TO THE EAST 105
CHAPTER V.
MY SECOND JOURNEY TO THE EAST 161
CHAPTER VI.
THE RETURN TO EUROPE 203
Illustrations
PROFESSOR VAMBÉRY AT THE AGE OF SEVENTY _Frontispiece_
PROFESSOR VAMBÉRY IN HIS EIGHTEENTH YEAR _Facing page 35_
My Antecedents and Infancy
CHAPTER I
MY ANTECEDENTS AND INFANCY
"_Cogito ergo sum!_" Yes, I am here, but the date of my birth I cannot
positively state, as I have no means of ascertaining it. I had the
problematic good fortune to be born of Jewish parents, and as at that
time the Jews in Hungary were not compelled by law to be regularly
registered, and the authorities were satisfied with such scanty
information as the parish documents afforded, I have not been able to
get any official certificate as to the date of my birth. My mother told
me that I was born shortly before my father's death on St. Joseph's Day,
and as my father was one of the last victims of the cholera which began
to scourge the land in 1830, I cannot be far wrong in giving the year of
my
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THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES BY MEANS OF NATURAL SELECTION;
or, the PRESERVATION OF FAVOURED RACES IN THE STRUGGLE FOR LIFE.
By Charles Darwin, M.A., F.R.S.,
Author of "The Descent of Man," etc., etc.
Sixth London Edition, with all Additions and Corrections.
The 6th Edition is often considered the definitive edition.
Also see Project Gutenberg Etext #1228 for the First Edition.
"But with regard to the material world, we can at least go so far as
this--we can perceive that events are brought about not by insulated
interpositions of Divine power, exerted in each particular case, but by
the establishment of general laws."--Whewell: "Bridgewater Treatise".
"The only distinct meaning of the word 'natural' is STATED, FIXED or
SETTLED; since what is natural as much requires and presupposes an
intelligent agent to render it so, i.e., to effect it continually or at
stated times, as what is supernatural or miraculous does to effect it
for once."--Butler: "Analogy of Revealed Religion".
"To conclude, therefore, let no man out of a weak conceit of sobriety,
or an ill-applied moderation, think or maintain, that a man can search
too far or be too well studied in the book of God's word, or in the book
of God's works; divinity or philosophy; but rather let men endeavour
an endless progress or proficience in both."--Bacon: "Advancement of
Learning".
AN HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE PROGRESS OF OPINION ON THE ORIGIN OF
SPECIES,
PREVIOUSLY TO THE PUBLICATION OF THE FIRST EDITION OF THIS WORK.
I will here give a brief sketch of the progress of opinion on the Origin
of Species. Until recently the great majority of naturalists believed
that species were immutable productions, and had been separately
created. This view has been ably maintained by many authors. Some few
naturalists, on the other hand, have believed that species undergo
modification, and that the existing forms of life are the descendants
by true generation of pre existing forms. Passing over allusions to
the subject in the classical writers (Aristotle, in his "Physicae
Auscultationes" (lib.2, cap.8, s.2), after remarking that rain does not
fall in order to make the corn grow, any more than it falls to spoil the
farmer's corn when threshed out of doors, applies the same argument
to organisation; and adds (as translated by Mr. Clair Grece, who first
pointed out the passage to me), "So what hinders the different parts (of
the body) from having this merely accidental relation in nature? as the
teeth, for example, grow by necessity, the front ones sharp, adapted
for dividing, and the grinders flat, and serviceable for masticating
the food; since they were not made for the sake of this, but it was the
result of accident. And in like manner as to other parts in which there
appears to exist an adaptation to an end. Wheresoever, therefore, all
things together (that is all the parts of one whole) happened like as if
they were made for the sake of something, these were preserved,
having been appropriately constituted by an internal spontaneity; and
whatsoever things were not thus constituted, perished and still perish."
We here see the principle of natural selection shadowed forth, but
how little Aristotle fully comprehended the principle, is shown by his
remarks on the formation of the teeth.), the first author who in modern
times has treated it in a scientific spirit was Buffon. But as his
opinions fluctuated greatly at different periods, and as he does not
enter on the causes or means of the transformation of species, I need
not here enter on details.
Lamarck was the first man whose conclusions on the subject excited much
attention. This justly celebrated naturalist first published his views
in 1801; he much enlarged them in 1809 in his "Philosophie Zoologique",
and subsequently, 1815, in the Introduction to his "Hist. Nat. des
Animaux sans Vertebres". In these works he up holds the doctrine that
all species, including man, are descended from other species. He first
did the eminent service of arousing attention to the probability of
all change in the organic, as well as in the inorganic world, being the
result of law, and not of miraculous interposition. Lamarck seems
to have been chiefly led to his conclusion on the gradual change of
species, by the difficulty of distinguishing species and varieties,
by the almost perfect gradation of forms in certain groups, and by
the analogy of domestic productions. With respect to the means of
modification, he attributed something to the direct action of the
physical conditions of life, something to the crossing of already
existing forms, and much to use and disuse, that is, to the effects of
habit. To this latter agency he seems to attribute all the beautiful
adaptations in nature; such as the long neck of the giraffe for
browsing on the branches of trees. But he likewise believed in a law
of progressive development, and as all the forms of life thus tend to
progress, in order to account for the existence at the present day of
simple productions, he maintains that such forms are now spontaneously
generated. (I have taken the date of the first publication of Lamarck
from Isidore Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire's ("Hist. Nat. Generale", tom. ii.
page 405, 1859) excellent history of opinion on this subject. In
this work a full account is given of Buffon's conclusions on the same
subject. It is curious how largely my grandfather, Dr. Erasmus Darwin,
anticipated the views and erroneous grounds of opinion of Lamarck in
his "Zoonomia" (vol. i. pages 500-510), published in 1794. According to
Isid. Geoffroy there is no doubt that Goethe was an extreme partisan of
similar views, as shown in the introduction to a work written in 1794
and 1795, but not published till long afterward; he has pointedly
remarked ("Goethe als Naturforscher", von Dr. Karl Meding, s. 34) that
the future question for naturalists will be how, for instance, cattle
got their horns and not for what they are used. It is rather a singular
instance of the manner in which similar views arise at about the same
time, that Goethe in Germany, Dr. Darwin in England, and Geoffroy
Saint-Hilaire (as we shall immediately see) in France, came to the same
conclusion on the origin of species, in the years 1794-5.)
Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire, as is stated in his "Life", written by his
son, suspected, as early as 1795, that what we call species are various
degenerations of the same type. It was not until 1828 that he published
his conviction that the same forms have not been perpetuated since
the origin of all things. Geoffroy seems to have relied chiefly on the
conditions of life, or the "monde ambiant" as the cause of change. He
was cautious in drawing conclusions, and did not believe that existing
species are now undergoing modification; and, as his son adds, "C'est
donc un probleme a reserver entierement a l'avenir, suppose meme que
l'avenir doive avoir prise sur lui."
In 1813 Dr. W.C. Wells read before the Royal Society "An Account of a
White Female, part of whose skin resembles that of a <DW64>"; but his
paper was not published until his famous "Two Essays upon Dew and Single
Vision" appeared in 1818. In this paper he distinctly recognises the
principle of natural selection, and this is the first recognition which
has been indicated; but he applies it only to the races of man, and to
certain characters alone. After remarking that <DW64>s and mulattoes
enjoy an immunity from certain tropical diseases, he observes, firstly,
that all animals tend to vary in some degree, and, secondly, that
agriculturists improve their domesticated animals by selection; and
then, he adds, but what is done in this latter case "by art, seems to
be done with equal efficacy, though more slowly, by nature, in the
formation of varieties of mankind, fitted for the country which they
inhabit. Of the accidental varieties of man, which would occur among
the first few and scattered inhabitants of the middle regions of Africa,
some one would be better fitted than others to bear the diseases of the
country. This race would consequently multiply, while the others would
decrease; not only from their in ability to sustain the attacks of
disease, but from their incapacity of contending with their more
vigorous neighbours. The colour of this vigorous race I take for
granted, from what has been already said, would be dark. But the same
disposition to form varieties still existing, a darker and a darker race
would in the course of time occur: and as the darkest would be the best
fitted for the climate, this would at length become the most prevalent,
if not the only race, in the particular country in which it had
originated." He then extends these same views to the white inhabitants
of colder climates. I am indebted to Mr. Rowley, of the United States,
for having called my attention, through Mr. Brace, to the above passage
of Dr. Wells' work.
The Hon. and Rev. W. Herbert, afterward Dean of Manchester, in the
fourth volume of the "Horticultural Transactions", 1822, and in his
work on the "Amaryllidaceae" (1837, pages 19, 339), declares that
"horticultural experiments have established, beyond the possibility of
refutation, that botanical species are only a higher and
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the text appears at the end.
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is taken in the forests of the American continent.”--_Senator J. P.
Dolliver._]
Postal Riders and Raiders
_Are we fools? If we are not fools, why then continue to
act foolishly, thus inviting railroad, express company
and postoffice officials to treat
us as if we were fools?_
By The Man On The Ladder
(W. H. GANTZ)
Issued By The Independent Postal League
CHICAGO, U. S. A.
1912
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY THE AUTHOR
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Price $1.50, Prepaid to Any Address.
Independent Postal League,
No. 5037 Indiana Ave.,
Chicago
FOREWORD TO THE READER.
The mud-sills of this book are hewn from the presupposition that the
person who reads it has not only the essentially necessary equipment to
do his own thinking, but also a more or less practiced habit of doing it.
It is upon such foundation the superstructure of this volume was built.
It is written in the hope of promoting, or provoking, thought on certain
subjects, along certain lines--not to create or school thinkers. So, if
the reader lacks the necessary cranial furnishing to do his own thinking,
or, if having that, he has a cultivated habit of letting other people do
his hard thinking and an ingrown desire to let them continue doing so,
such reader may as well stop at this period. In fact, he would better
do so. The man who has his thinking done by proxy is possibly as happy
and comfortable on a siding as he would be anywhere--as he is capable
of being. I have no desire to disturb his state or condition of static
felicity. Besides, such a man might “run wild” or otherwise interfere
with the traffic if switched onto the main line.
Emerson has somewheres said, “Beware when God turns a thinker loose in
the world.” Of course Emerson cautioned about constructive and fighting
thinkers, not thinkers who think they know because somebody told them so,
or who think they have thought till they know all about some unknowable
thing--the ratio of the diameter to the circumference of the circle, how
to construct two hills without a valley between, to build a bunghole
bigger than the barrel, and the like.
There are thinkers and thinkers. Emerson had the distinction between
them clearly in mind no doubt when he wrote that quoted warning. So,
also, has the thinking reader. It is for him this volume is planned;
to him its arguments and statements of fact are intended to appeal.
Its chapters have been hurriedly written--some of them written under
conditions of physical distress. The attempts at humor may be attempts
only; the irony may be misplaced or misapplied; the spade-is-a-spade
style may be blunt, harsh or even coarse to the point of offensiveness.
Still, if its reading provokes or otherwise induces thought, the purpose
of its writing, at least in some degree, will have been attained. It is
not asked that the reader agree with the conclusions of the text. If he
read the facts stated and thinks--_thinks for himself_--he will reach
right conclusions. The facts are of easy comprehension. It requires no
superior academic knowledge nor experience of years to understand them
and their significance--their lesson.
Just read and think. Do not let any “official” noise nor breakfast-food
rhetoric so syncopate and segregate your thought as to derail it from
the main line of facts. Lofty, persuasive eloquence is often but the
attractive drapery of planned falsehood, and the beautifully rounded
period is often but a “steer” for an ulterior motive--a “tout” for a
marked-card game. Do not be a “come-on” for any verbal psychic work
or worker. Just stubbornly persist in doing your own thinking, ever
remembering that in this vale of tears, “Plain hoss sense’ll pull you
through when ther’s nothin’ else’ll do.”
As a thinker, you will now have lots of company, and they are still
coming in droves. Respectable company, too. Mr. Roosevelt suddenly
_arrived_ a few days since at Columbus, Ohio. Then there is Mr. Carnegie
and Judge Gary. The senior Mr. Rockefeller, also, has announced, through
a representative, that he is on the way. These latter, of course, have
been thinkers for many years--thinkers on personal service lines chiefly,
it has been numerously asserted. Now, however, if press accounts are
true, they have begun to think, a little at least, about the general
welfare, about the common good--about the other fellow.
Whether this change in mental effort and direction, if change it be, has
followed upon a more careful study of conditions which have so long,
so
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list of corrections as well as other notes follows the text.
ANECDOTES
OF THE
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS
OF
LONDON
DURING THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY;
INCLUDING
THE CHARITIES, DEPRAVITIES, DRESSES, AND AMUSEMENTS,
OF THE CITIZENS OF LONDON,
DURING THAT PERIOD;
WITH A REVIEW
OF THE
STATE OF SOCIETY IN 1807.
TO WHICH IS ADDED,
A SKETCH OF THE DOMESTIC ARCHITECTURE, AND OF
THE VARIOUS IMPROVEMENTS IN THE METROPOLIS.
ILLUSTRATED BY FORTY-FIVE ENGRAVINGS.
BY JAMES PELLER MALCOLM, F. S. A.
AUTHOR OF "LONDINIUM REDIVIVUM," &c. &c.
THE SECOND EDITION.
VOLUME II.
_LONDON_:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME,
PATERNOSTER ROW.
1810.
John Nichols and Son, Printers,
Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street, London.
_CONTENTS_
OF
THE SECOND VOLUME.
CHAP. V. Page.
Public Methods of raising Money exemplified in
Notices relating to Lotteries, Benefit Societies, &c. 1
CHAP. VI.
The Religious and Political Passions of the Community
illustrated by Anecdotes of popular Tumults 11
CHAP. VII.
Amusement--Detail of its principal Varieties since
1700 107
CHAP. VIII.
Anecdotes of Dress, and of the Caprices of Fashion 312
CHAP. IX.
Domestic Architecture traced from its origin to its
present improved state in London--Lighting and
improving of Streets--Obstructions in them--Ornaments,
&c. 358
CHAP. X.
Sketch of the present State of Society in London 406
_PLATES_
TO
THE SECOND VOLUME.
The Plates of Dress (chronologically) 312
Croydon Palace }
Brick Gateway near Bromley } 364
The Views of Antient and Modern Houses 366
The general Views 404
CHAP. V.
PUBLIC METHODS OF RAISING MONEY EXEMPLIFIED, IN NOTICES
RELATING TO LOTTERIES, BENEFIT SOCIETIES, &C.
The community of London had superior advantages an hundred years past
in the State Lotteries, though, if interested Office-keepers could be
credited, the Londoners of the present Century enjoy greater gaming
privileges than the world ever yet produced. The reader shall judge
between the schemes of 1709 and 1807. The Post Boy of December 27 says,
"We are informed that the Parliamentary Lottery will be fixed in this
manner:--150,000 tickets will be delivered out at 10_l._ each ticket,
making in all the sum of 1,500,000_l._ sterling; the principal whereof
is to be sunk, the Parliament allowing nine _per cent._ interest for
the whole during the term of 32 years, which interest is to be divided
as follows: 3750 tickets will be prizes from 1000_l._ to 5_l. per
annum_ during the said 32 years; all the other tickets will be blanks,
so that there will be 39 of these to one prize, but then each blank
ticket will be entitled to fourteen shillings a year for the term
of 32 years, which is better than an annuity for life at ten _per
cent._ over and above the chance of getting a prize." Such was the
eagerness of the publick in subscribing to the above profitable scheme,
that Mercers-hall was literally crowded, and the Clerks were found
incompetent to receive the influx of names. 600,000_l._ was subscribed
January 21; and on the 28th of February the sum of 1,500,000_l._ was
completed.
The rage for Lotteries reigned uncontrouled
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BELLES AND RINGERS
BY
HAWLEY SMART,
AUTHOR OF
"BOUND TO WIN;" "FALSE CARDS;" "TWO KISSES;" "COURTSHIP," ETC.
NEW EDITION.
LEVER BROTHERS, LTD.,
PORT SUNLIGHT, NEAR BIRKENHEAD.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
TODBOROUGH GRANGE
CHAPTER II.
THE CONSPIRATORS TRIUMPH
CHAPTER III.
THE COMMONSTONE BALL
CHAPTER IV.
THE ROCKCLIFFE GAMES
CHAPTER V.
AN EXCURSION TO TROTBURY
CHAPTER VI.
A SHORT CUT HOME
CHAPTER VII.
"THE PLAY'S THE THING!"
CHAPTER VIII.
MRS. WRIOTHESLEY
CHAPTER IX.
SATURDAY AT HURLINGHAM
CHAPTER X.
MRS. WRIOTHESLEY'S LITTLE DINNER
CHAPTER XI.
THE RINGING OF THE BELLES
BELLES AND RINGERS.
CHAPTER I.
TODBOROUGH GRANGE.
Todborough Grange, the seat of Cedric Bloxam, Justice of the Peace, and
whilom High Sheriff for East Fernshire, lies low. The original Bloxam,
like the majority of our ancestors, had apparently a great dislike to
an exposed situation; and either a supreme contempt for the science of
sanitation, or a confused idea that water could be induced to run
uphill, and so, not bothering his head on the subject of drainage, as
indeed no one did in those days, he built his house in a hole, holding,
I presume, that the hills were as good to look up at as the valleys to
look down upon. It was an irregular pile of gabled red brick, of what
could be only described as the composite order, having been added to by
successive Bloxams at their own convenience, and without any regard to
architectural design. It was surrounded by thick shrubberies, in which
the laurels were broken by dense masses of rhododendrons. Beyond these
again were several plantations, and up the hill on the east side of the
house stretched a wood of some eighty acres or so in extent.
As a race, the Bloxams possessed some of the leading Anglo-Saxon
characteristics; to wit, courage, obstinacy, and density--or perhaps I
should rather say slowness--of understanding. The present proprietor
had been married--I use the term advisedly--to Lady Mary Ditchin, a
daughter of the Earl of Turfington, a family whose hereditary devotion
to sport in all its branches had somewhat impoverished their estates.
The ladies could all ride; and some twenty odd years ago, when Cedric
Bloxam was hunting in the Vale of White Horse country, Lord Turfington
and his family chanced to be doing the same. Lady Mary rode; Cedric
Bloxam saw; and Lady Mary conquered. She had made him a very good
wife, although as she grew older she unfortunately, as some of us do,
grew considerably heavier; and when no longer able to expend her
superfluous energies in the hunting-field, she developed into a
somewhat ambitious and pushing woman. In this latter _role_ I do not
think she pleased Cedric Bloxam quite so well. She insisted upon his
standing for the county. Bloxam demurred at first, and, as usual, in
the end Lady Mary had her own way. He threw himself into the fight
with all the pugnacity of his disposition, and, while his blood was up,
revelled in the fray. He could speak to the farmers in a blunt homely
way, which suited them; and they brought him in as one of the
Conservative Members for East Fernshire. But on penetrating the
perfidy of the wife of his bosom, Cedric Bloxam mused sadly over the
honours that he had won. When Lady Mary had alternately coaxed and
goaded him into contesting the eastern division of his county, she was
seeking only the means to an end. They had previously contented
themselves with about six weeks of London in May and June; but his wife
now pointed out to him that, as a Member of Parliament, it was
essential that he should have a house for the season. It was the thin
end of the wedge, and though Cedric Bloxam lost his seat at the next
general election, that "house for the season" remained as a memento of
his entrance into public life.
"You see," said Lady Mary to her intimates, while talking the thing
over, "it was absolutely necessary that something should be done.
After he has done the Derby, Ascot, and the University Match, Cedric is
always bored with London. The girls are growing up, and how are they
ever to get properly married if they don't get their season in town,
poor things! I began by suggesting masters; but that had no effect on
Cedric--he only retorted, 'Send them to school;' so it was absolutely
necessary to approach him in another manner, and I flatter myself I was
equal to the occasion."
All this took place some
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THE ABORIGINAL POPULATION
OF THE SAN JOAQUIN VALLEY,
CALIFORNIA
BY
S. F. COOK
ANTHROPOLOGICAL RECORDS
Vol. 16, No. 2
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA
ANTHROPOLOGICAL RECORDS
Editors (Berkeley): R. L. Olson, R. F. Heizer, T. D. McCown, J. H. Rowe
Volume 16, No. 2, pp. 31-80
6 maps
Submitted by editors October 8, 1954
Issued July 11, 1955
Price, 75 cents
University of California Press
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MAKING A
FIREPLACE
_By_ HENRY H. SAYLOR
AUTHOR OF
BUNGALOWS, MAKING A ROSE GARDEN, ETC.
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
McBRIDE, NAST & COMPANY
1913
Copyright, 1913, by
MCBRIDE, NAST & CO.
Published, January, 1913
[Illustration: The fireplace of long ago, made large enough to
accommodate most of the kitchen's pots and pans beside the fire]
CONTENTS
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 1
CONSTRUCTION 7
MISCELLANEOUS ODD FORMS 22
FACINGS AND MANTELS 25
MENDING POOR FIREPLACES 31
FIREPLACE ACCESSORIES 36
BUILDING THE FIRE 45
THE ILLUSTRATIONS
THE FIREPLACE OF LONG AGO _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
AN ENGLISH BASKET GRATE IN BRASS 4
A MODERN ENGLISH FIRE CORNER IN CONTRASTING TILES 4
AN INGLENOOK WITH STONE HEARTH 22
CAEN STONE MANTEL FOR THE FORMAL TYPE 26
AN INFORMAL FIREPLACE IN FIELD STONE 30
THE MODERN COLONIAL TYPE WITH BRICK FACING AND
WHITE WOOD MANTEL 38
A CRAFTSMAN TYPE IN BRICK WITH COPPER HOOD 46
A RECESSED FIREPLACE IN BRICK AND ROUGH PLASTER 50
INTRODUCTION
In a book of this kind there is no particular need for dwelling at
length on the desirability of having a fireplace. That will be taken for
granted. It is enough to say that in these days a home can scarcely be
considered worthy of the name if it does not contain at least one
hearth. There is some inexplicable quality in a wood fire that exerts
almost a hypnotic influence upon those who eagerly gather about it. The
smoldering glow of the logs induces a calm and introspective mood that
banishes all the trivialities and distractions of the day's work and
gives one an opportunity to replenish his store of energy for the coming
day.
The open fire, unlike most of the comforts that we demand in a modern
home, has been associated with the race as far back almost as the home
itself. At first, of course, it was as a necessity and the development
from that to a luxury has been an exceedingly slow one extending over
the years down to the present time.
There are two forms of the open fire--a possible third one, the gas log,
being a subject on which the less said the better. We have, therefore, a
choice between the open fireplace designed for wood and the basket grate
in which to burn coal, preferably cannel coal. This latter fuel is not
nearly so well known in this country as in England where the scarcity of
wood necessarily makes coal the more commonly used fuel. With our own
abundance of wood, however, there will perhaps be little hesitancy in
choosing the open fireplace rather than the basket grate for coal,
although in certain cases, for example an apartment where the flue has
been built too small, or in a house where an available chimney offers
only a small flue area for fireplace use, the basket grate will prove a
welcome solution of the problem. Of course there is no excuse whatever
for building a modern home with a chimney too small for the sort of
fireplace you want, but where the chimney has already been built without
this provision it may possibly be found that a small terra cotta flue
lining may be inserted in the larger flue without seriously damaging the
latter's power of draft. In that event the addition of a basket grate
fireplace to an old house would be an interesting possibility.
However fully we may appreciate the desirability of some sort of
fireplace, there seems to be a rather widespread impression that the
attainment is largely a matter of chance. Too many home-builders have
instructed their architects to provide a fireplace or two in the fond
hope that the matter was then practically closed--a mere matter of time
until they might be sitting before the fire's cheerful glow. Too
frequently the result has been a disappointment when the first few
trials introduced into the room more smoke than heat or cheer. The
reason for this is that there is a scientific basis for fireplace
building which is frequently ignored absolutely by an over-confident and
stupid mason. Where the work of building the home has been entrusted to
an architect's hands the latter usually appreciates the fact that the
building of the fireplaces is liable more than any other part of the
house to be taken into the mason's own hands with, if he is not watched,
disastrous results. Undoubtedly every mason would resent most
strongly any insinuation as to his lack
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single character following the carat is superscripted
(example: Isaac^1).
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THE LIFE OF ISAAC INGALLS STEVENS
By His Son
HAZARD STEVENS
With Maps and Illustrations
In Two Volumes
VOL. I
[Illustration]
Boston and New York
Houghton, Mifflin and Company
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1900
Copyright, 1900, by Hazard Stevens
All Rights Reserved
CONTENTS
CHAPTER XXVI
THE CHEHALIS COUNCIL
Graphic account by Judge James G. Swan--Indians assemble on
lower Chehalis River--The camp and scenes--Method of
proceeding--Indians object to leaving their wonted
resorts--Tleyuk, young Chehalis chief, proves recusant and
insolent--Governor Stevens rebukes him--Tears up his
commission before his face--Dismisses the council--His
forbearance, and desire to assist the Indians--Treaty made
with Quenaiults and Quillehutes next fall as result of this
council 1
CHAPTER XXVII
PERSONAL AND POLITICAL.--SAN JUAN CONTROVERSY
Death of George Watson Stevens--Governor Stevens keeps Indians
in order--Visits Vancouver--Confers with Superintendent
Palmer, of Oregon--Firm stand against British claim to San
Juan Archipelago--Purchases Taylor donation claim--Democratic
convention to nominate delegate in Congress--Governor Stevens
a candidate--Effect of speech before convention: "If he gets
into Congress, we can never get him out"--J. Patton Anderson
nominated 10
CHAPTER XXVIII
INDIANS OF THE UPPER COLUMBIA
Manly Indians--Ten Great Tribes--Nez Perces--Missionary
Spalding--His work--Abandons mission--Escorted in safety by
Nez Perces--Intractable Cuyuses--Religious rivalry--Dr.
Whitman--Yakimas, Spokanes, Coeur d'Alenes, Flatheads, Pend
Oreilles, Koutenays--Upper country free from settlers--Indian
jealousy--Conspiracy to destroy whites discovered by Major
Alvord--Warnings disregarded--Governor Stevens thrown in
gap--Prepares for council--Walla Walla valley chosen by
Kam-i-ah-kan--Journey to Dalles--Incidents--Unfavorable
outlook--Escort secured--Trip to Walla Walla--"Call yourself
a great chief and steal wood?"--Council ground--Scenes--General
Palmer arrives--Programme for treaty--Officers--Lieutenant
Gracie, Mr. Lawrence Kip, and escort arrive--Governor Stevens
urges General Wool to establish post there 16
CHAPTER XXIX
THE WALLA WALLA COUNCIL
Nez Perces arrive--Savage parade--Head chief Hal-hal-tlos-sot or
Lawyer, an Indian Solon--Cuyuses, Walla Wallas, Umatillas
arrive--Pu-pu-mox-mox--Feasting the chiefs--Fathers Chirouse
and Pandosy arrive--Kam-i-ah-kan--Four hundred mounted braves
ride around Nez Perce camp--Young Chief--Spokane
Garry--Palouses fail to attend--Timothy preaches in Nez Perce
camp--Yakimas arrive--Commissioners visit Lawyer--Spotted
Eagle discloses Cuyuse plots--Council opened--Treaties
explained--Five thousand Indians present--Horse and foot
races--Young Chief asks holiday--Pu-pu-mox-mox's bitter
speech--Lawyer discloses conspiracy of Cuyuses to massacre
whites--Moves his lodge into camp to put it under protection
of Nez Perces--Governor Stevens prepares for trouble--Determines
to continue council--Invites Indians to speak their minds--Lawyer
favorable--Kam-i-ah-kan scornful--Pathetic speech of
Eagle-from-the-Light--Steachus wants reservation in his own
country--General Stevens's tent flooded--Lawyer accepts
treaty--Young Chief and others refuse--Governor Stevens's pointed
words--Separate reservations for Cuyuses, Walla Wallas, and
Umatillas--Sudden arrival of Looking Glass--His indignation--
Orders Nez Perces to their lodges--Night conference with
Yakimas--Stormy council--Lawyer goes to his lodge--Kam-i-ah-kan,
Pu-pu-mox-mox sign treaties--Lawyer's advice--Nez Perces
and Cuyuses counsel by themselves--Lawyer's authority confirmed--
Last day of treaty--Both tribes sign--Eagle-from-the-Light
presents his medicine, a grizzly bear's skin, to Governor
Stevens--Satisfactory ending great relief--Delegations
to Blackfoot council--Nez Perce scalp-dance--Treachery of other
tribes--Outbreak--Compelled to live under treaties--Provisions
of treaties--Benefits of council--Present prosperity 34
CHAPTER XXX
CROSSING THE BITTER ROOTS
Party for Blackfoot council--Crossing Snake River--Red Wolf and
Timothy thrifty chiefs--Traverse fine country--Coeur
d'Alene Mission--Council with Indians--Wrestling
match--Crossing the Bitter Root Mountains--Rafting the Bitter
Root River--Bitter Root or St. Mary's valley--Reception by
the Flatheads and Pend Oreilles--Victor complains of the
Blackfeet 66
CHAPTER XXXI
THE FLATHEAD COUNCIL
Chiefs unwilling to unite on one reservation--Alexander dreads
strictness of the white man's rule--Big Canoe--What need of
treaty between friends?--Let us live together--Protracted
debates--Indians feast and counsel among themselves--No
result--Victor leaves the council--Two days'
intermission--Governor Stevens accepts Victor's proposition
and concludes treaty--Moses refuses to sign treaty--"The
Blackfeet will get his hair" 81
CHAPTER XXXII
MARCH TO FORT BENTON.--MARSHALING THE TRIBES
Nez Perces and Flatheads to hunt south of Missouri pending
council--Prairie Plateau on summit of Rocky Mountains--Elk
for supper--Lewis and Clark's Pass--Management of
train--Traverse the plains--Abundant game--Bewildering
buffalo trails--Reach Fort Benton--Governor Stevens meets
Commissioner Cumming on Milk River--Boats belated--Provisions
exhausted--Leathery jerked meat--Pemmican two years
old--Hunting buffalo on Judith--Bighorn at Citadel
Rock--Metsic, the hunter--Two thousand western Indians
fraternizing with Blackfeet--Stolen horses--Doty recovers
them--Cumming claims sole authority--Forced to subside into
proper place--He stigmatizes Blackfeet and country--Disagrees
on all points--Governor Stevens's views--A million and a half
buffalo find sustenance on these plains 92
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE BLACKFOOT COUNCIL
Twelve thousand Indians kept in hand for months--Nez Perces and
Snakes move to Yellowstone for food--Adams and Tappan seek
Crows--Delay of boats imperils council--Indians
summoned--Council changed to mouth of Judith
River--Remarkable express service--Three thousand five
hundred Indians assemble--Best feeling--Treaty
concluded--Peace established--Terms well kept by
Blackfeet--Scenes at council ground--Grand chorus of one
hundred Germans--Homeric feasts--Disgruntled commissioner 107
CHAPTER XXXIV
CROSSING THE MOUNTAINS IN MIDWINTER.--SURPRISE OF THE
COEUR D'ALENES AND SPOKANES
The start homeward--The haggard expressman brings news of Indian
outbreak--How Pearson ran the gauntlet of hostile
Indians--Governor Stevens disregards warning
dispatches--Resolves to force his way back by the direct
route--Sends to Fort Benton for arms and ammunition--Hastens
ahead of train to Bitter Root valley--Confers with Flatheads
and Nez Perces--Alarming reports--Procures fresh animals--Nez
Perce chiefs join the party--Taking the unexpected
route--Crossing the snowy Bitter Roots--Ten dead horses--The
surprise of the Coeur d'Alenes--"Peace or war?"--Craig and
the Nez Perces take direct route home--Surprise of the
Coeur d'Alenes--Rescue of blockaded miners--Indians called
to council--The Stevens Guards and Spokane Invincibles
organized 120
CHAPTER XXXV
STORMY COUNCIL WITH THE SPOKANES
Disaffected Indians--Kam-i-ah-kan's emissaries and
falsehoods--Governor Stevens's firm front preserves
friendship--Looking Glass's treachery discovered and
frustrated--Dubious speeches--Indians' friendship
gained--Light marching order--Four days' march in driving
storm to the Nez Perce country 133
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE FAITHFUL NEZ PERCES
Two thousand assemble in council--Offer two hundred and fifty
warriors to force way through hostiles--Battle of Oregon
volunteers--The way cleared--The Nez Perce guard of
honor--March to Walla Walla--Capture of Ume-how-lish--Reception
by the volunteers--Governor Stevens's speech--Winter
campaign--Letter to General Wool--His inaction and mistaken
views--In camp, 27 deg. below zero--The Nez Perces dismissed--
Governor Stevens pushes on to the Dalles in advance of
train--Crossing the gorged Deschutes--By trail down the
Columbia to Vancouver--The sail at night in the storm--Arrival
at Olympia after nine months' absence--Mrs. Stevens and
children visit Whitby Island--In danger from northern Indians 143
CHAPTER XXXVII
PROSTRATION.--RESCUE
Country utterly prostrated--Settlers take refuge in
towns--Abandon farms--General Wool disbands volunteers, takes
the defensive, and maligns the people--Review of war--
Kam-i-ah-kan, leading spirit--Treacherous chiefs, fresh from
signing treaties, incite war--Miners massacred--Agent
Bolon murdered--Major Haller's repulse--Settlers driven from
Walla Walla--Massacre on White River--Volunteers raised--
Lieutenant Slaughter killed--Impenetrable forests and
swamps--Cascades afford hidden resorts--Fruitless march of
Major Rains to Yakima--Governor Stevens addresses
legislature--His measures of relief--Calls out volunteers--
Visits lower Sound--Enlists Indian auxiliaries--Settlers
return to farms--Build blockhouses--Organization of
volunteers 156
CHAPTER XXXVIII
WAGING THE WAR ON THE SOUND
Volunteers form Northern, Central, and Southern battalions--Plan
of campaign--Cooperation sought with regulars--Memoir of
information sent General Wool and Colonel Wright--Campaign
east of Cascades suggested--Wool's flying visit to
Sound--Demands virtual disbanding of volunteers--Governor
Stevens's caustic letter of refusal--Pat-ka-nim fights
hostiles--Naval forces--Battle of Connell's prairie--Scouring
the forests and swamps amid rains and storms--Red
allies--Massacre at Cascades--Two companies of rangers called
out to reassure settlers--Unremitting warfare--Hostiles
surrender or flee across Cascades--Posts and blockhouses
turned over to regulars--Volunteers on Sound disbanded 171
CHAPTER XXXIX
THE WAR IN THE UPPER COUNTRY
Fruitless movements of Oregon volunteers--Colonel Wright
marches to Yakima valley in May--Parleys instead of
fighting--Governor Stevens proposes joint movement across
Cascades--Colonel Casey declines--Colonel Shaw crosses
Nahchess Pass--Marches to Walla Walla--Governor Stevens
journeys to Dalles--Dispatches Goff's and Williams's
companies to Walla Walla--Seeks cooperation with Colonel
Wright--Warns him against amnesty to Sound murderers--Three
columns reach Walla Walla the same day--Shaw defeats hostiles
in Grande Ronde--His victory restrains disaffected Nez
Perces--Governor Stevens invites Colonel Wright to attend
peace council in Walla Walla--That officer fooled by the
Yakimas--His abortive campaign--Ow-hi's diplomacy 194
CHAPTER XL
THE FRUITLESS PEACE COUNCIL
Governor Stevens, assured of support by Colonel Wright,
revokes call for additional volunteers--Council with
Klikitats--Refuses to receive Indian murderers on
reservation--Pushes forward to Walla Walla--Indians take
pack-train--Steptoe arrives with four companies--Indians
assemble--Manifest hostility--Steptoe moves off--Volunteers
start for Dalles--Steptoe refuses guard--Governor Stevens
recalls volunteers--Hostile and threatening Indians--Steptoe
refusing support, Governor Stevens moves to his camp--
Disaffected chiefs demand that treaties be abrogated,
whites leave the country--Governor Stevens demands
submission--Terminates council--Starts for Dalles--Attacked
on march--The fight--Moves back to Steptoe's camp--Indians
attack it--Repulsed--Blockhouse built--One company
left--Both commands march to Dalles--Steptoe's change of
views--Demand on Colonel Wright to deliver up Sound
murderers, who gives order--Cleverly evaded--Colonel Wright
marches to Walla Walla--Counsels with hostile chiefs--Yields
to their demands--Whites ordered out of the country--Shameful
betrayal of duty--Governor Stevens's indignant letters to the
War and Indian departments--Pernicious influence of
missionaries and Hudson Bay Company--Governor Stevens's views
finally adopted--Steptoe's defeat--Wright defeats
hostiles--Summary executions--Fate of Ow-hi and Qualchen 206
CHAPTER XLI
DISBANDING THE VOLUNTEERS
Entire force disbanded--Their character, discipline--Public
property sold--So many captured animals that more were sold
than purchased--Transportation cost nothing--Anecdote of
Captain Henness--Thirty-five forts built by volunteers,
twenty-three by settlers, seven by regulars--Colonel Casey
refuses demand for surrender of murderers--Governor Stevens
insists--Sharply rebukes Colonel Casey's slurs--Leschi
surrendered for trial--Is finally hanged--Qui-e-muth killed 232
CHAPTER XLII
MARTIAL LAW.--DIFFICULTIES OVERCOME
Hudson Bay Company's ex-employees remain in Indian
country--Suspected of aiding enemy--Governor Stevens orders
them to the towns--Five return to farms, at instigation of
trouble-makers--Arrested and thrown in jail Judge Lander
issues writ of habeas corpus--Martial law proclaimed in
Pierce County--Colonel Shaw arrests judge and clerk, who are
taken to Olympia and released--Lawyers pass condemnatory
resolutions--Judge Lander holds court in Olympia--Issues
writs--Martial law in Thurston County--Judge Lander
arrested--Held prisoner at Camp Montgomery until end of
war--Martial law abrogated--Governor Stevens fined fifty
dollars--His action in proclaiming martial law disapproved by
the President--Dishonorable discharge used to maintain
discipline--Company A refuse to take field--Pass contumacious
resolutions--Are dishonorably discharged--Control of
disaffected Indians--Agents in constant danger--Summary
dealing with whiskey-sellers--Agents men of high
qualities--Statement of temporary reserves--Indians and
agents--Northern Indians depredate on Sound--Captain
Gansevoort severely punishes them at Port Gamble, and sends
them north--Colonel Ebey falls victim to their revenge 242
CHAPTER XLIII
LEGISLATIVE CENSURE.--POPULAR VINDICATION
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STEPHEN ARCHER AND OTHER TALES
By George Macdonald
CONTENTS.
STEPHEN ARCHER
THE GIFTS OF THE CHILD CHRIST
THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS
THE BUTCHER'S BILLS
POET IN A STORM
IF I HAD A FATHER
STEPHEN ARCHER
Stephen Archer was a stationer, bookseller, and newsmonger in one of the
suburbs of London. The newspapers hung in a sort of rack at his door, as
if for the convenience of the public to help themselves in passing. On
his counter lay penny weeklies and books coming out in parts, amongst
which the _Family Herald_ was in force, and the _London Journal_ not
to be found. I had occasion once to try the extent of his stock, for I
required a good many copies of one of Shakspere's plays--at a penny, if
I could find such. He shook his head, and told me he could not encourage
the sale of such productions. This pleased me; for, although it was of
little consequence what he thought concerning Shakspere, it was of the
utmost import that he should prefer principle to pence. So I loitered
in the shop, looking for something to buy; but there was nothing in the
way of literature: his whole stock, as far as I could see, consisted of
little religious volumes of gay binding and inferior print; he had
nothing even from the Halifax press. He was a good-looking fellow, about
thirty, with dark eyes, overhanging brows that indicated thought, mouth
of character, and no smile. I was interested in him.
I asked if he would mind getting the plays I wanted. He said he would
rather not. I bade him good morning.
More than a year after, I saw him again. I had passed his shop many
times, but this morning, I forget why, I went in. I could hardly
recall the former appearance of the man, so was it swallowed up in a
new expression. His face was alive, and his behaviour courteous. A
similar change had passed upon his stock. There was _Punch_ and _Fun_
amongst the papers, and tenpenny Shaksperes on the counter, printed on
straw-paper, with ugly wood-cuts. The former class of publications had
not vanished, but was mingled with cheap editions of some worthy of
being called books.
"I see you have changed your mind since I saw you last," I said.
"You have the advantage of me, sir," he returned. "I did not know you
were a customer."
"Not much of that," I replied; "only in intention. I wanted you to get
me some penny Shaksperes, and you would not take the order."
"Oh! I think I remember," he answered, with just a trace of confusion;
adding, with a smile, "I'm married now;" and I fancied I could read a
sort of triumph over his former self.
I laughed, of course--the best expression of sympathy at hand--and,
after a little talk, left the shop, resolved to look in again soon.
Before a month was over, I had made the acquaintance of his wife too,
and between them learned so much of their history as to be able to
give the following particulars concerning it.
Stephen Archer was one of the deacons, rather a young one perhaps, of
a dissenting congregation. The chapel was one of the oldest in the
neighbourhood, quite triumphant in ugliness, but possessed of a history
which gave it high rank with those who frequented it. The sacred odour
of the names of pastors who had occupied its pulpit, lingered about
its walls--names unknown beyond its precincts, but starry in the eyes
of those whose world lay within its tabernacle. People generally do
not know what a power some of these small _conventicles_ are in the
education of the world. If only as an outlet for the energies of men of
lowly education and position, who in connexion with most of the churches
of the Establishment would find no employment, they are of inestimable
value.
To Stephen Archer, for instance, when I saw him first, his chapel was
the sole door out of the common world into the infinite. When he
entered, as certainly did the awe and the hush of the sacred place
overshadow his spirit as if it had been a gorgeous cathedral-house
borne aloft upon the joined palms of its Gothic arches. The Master is
truer than men think, and the power of His presence, as Browning has
so well set forth in his "Christmas Eve," is where two or three are
gathered in His name. And inasmuch as Stephen was not a man of
imagination, he had the greater need of the undefined influences of
the place.
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THE WORLD BEFORE THEM.
A Novel.
BY
MRS. MOODIE,
AUTHOR OF "ROUGHING IT IN THE BUSH."
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1868.
LONDON:
Printed by A. Schulze, 13, Poland Street.
THE WORLD BEFORE THEM.
CHAPTER I.
THE MARTINS.
The cottage, in which the Martins resided, was a quaint-looking
white-washed tenement, which opened into the burying-ground of the
small Gothic church, within whose walls the prayers of many generations
had been offered up. It stood in an isolated position, on the other side
of the heath, and was approached by the same deep sandy lane, which ran
in front of the farm, and round the base of the hill, commanding a fine
view of the sea.
A few old elms skirted the moss-covered stone-wall that surrounded the
churchyard, adding much picturesque beauty to the lonely spot, casting
their fantastic shadows in sunlight and moonlight upon the long rows of
nameless graves that clustered beneath them. These grassy tenements, so
green and quiet, looked the abodes of perfect peace, a fitting resting
place, after the turmoil of this sorrowful life, to the "rude
forefathers" of the little hamlet, which consisted of a few thatched mud
cottages, that clustered round the church, and formed a straggling
street,--the public-house in the centre, a building of more recent date,
being the most conspicuous dwelling in the place.
This was the evening resort of all the idlers in the neighbourhood; and
standing near the coast, and only two miles distant from a large
sea-port town, was much frequented by sailors and smugglers, who
resorted thither to drink and gamble, and hear Jonathan Sly, the
proprietor, read the weekly paper, and all the news of the war.
Dorothy, in her walks to and from the parsonage, generally avoided the
public thoroughfare, and turned off through a pathway field, which led
to the back of the house, having several times encountered a gang of
half-drunken sailors, and been terrified by their rude gaze, and still
more unwelcome expressions of admiration.
Dearly Dorothy loved the old church, in which she had listened with
reverence, from a child, to the word of God.
Her mother had found her last resting-place beneath the sombre shadow
of an old yew tree, that fronted the chancel window.
No sunbeam ever penetrated the dark, closely interwoven branches. No
violet opened its blue eyes amid the long grass and nettles that crowned
that nameless heap of "gathered dust."
Dorothy had often cleared away the weeds, and planted flowers upon the
spot. They drank in the poisonous exhalations of the melancholy tree,
and withered and died.
She tried rose bushes, but those flowers of love and light shared the
same fate. The dank prophetic-looking yew frowned them into death.
Dorothy regarded all these failures with a superstitious awe, and
glanced at that lonely grave, from a distance, with baited breath, and a
strange chill at her heart.
That giant tree, the child of past centuries, that stood watching over
it like a grim sentinel, seemed to her simple mind like an embodiment of
evil. It had no grace, no beauty in her eyes; she had even
sacrilegiously wished it levelled to the earth. It kept the sun from
shining on her mother's grave; the robin and linnet never warbled their
sweet hymns from among its heavy foliage. It had been planted by some
one in the very despair of grief, and the ghost of sorrow hovered under
its gloomy canopy.
In spite of this morbid feeling, a strange sympathy with the unknown
parent often drew Dorothy to the spot. A visit to the churchyard had
been a favourite evening ramble with her and her lover, and, when tired
of their seat on the low stone wall, they wandered hand in hand down to
the sea-shore, to watch the passing sails, and to bathe their feet in
the glad blue waters. Even in the churchyard, love, not divinity, formed
the theme
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THE IRISH PENNY JOURNAL.
NUMBER 30. SATURDAY, JANUARY 23, 1841. VOLUME I.
[Illustration: THE CASTLE OF MONEA, COUNTY OF FERMANAGH.]
The Castle of Monea or Castletown-Monea--properly _Magh an fhiaidh_, i.e.
the plain of the deer--is situated in the parish of Devinish, county
of Fermanagh, and about five miles north-west of Enniskillen. Like the
Castle of Tully, in the same county, of which we gave a view in a recent
number, this castle affords a good example of the class of castellated
residences erected on the great plantation of Ulster by the British and
Scottish undertakers, in obedience to the fourth article concerning the
English and Scottish undertakers, who “are to plant their portions with
English and inland-Scottish tenants,” which was imposed upon them by
“the orders and conditions to be observed by the undertakers upon the
distribution and plantation of the escheated lands in Ulster,” in 1608.
By this article it was provided that “every undertaker of the _greatest
proportion_ of two thousand acres shall, within two years after the date
of his letters patent, build thereupon a castle, with a strong court or
bawn about it; and every undertaker of the second or _middle proportion_
of fifteen hundred acres shall within the same time build a stone or
brick house thereupon, with a strong court or bawn about it. And every
undertaker of the _least proportion_ of one thousand acres shall within
the same time make thereupon a strong court or bawn at least; and all the
said undertakers shall cause their tenants to build houses for themselves
and their families, near the principal castle, house, or bawn, for their
mutual defence or strength,” &c.
Such was the origin of most of the castles and villages now existing in
the six escheated counties of Ulster--historical memorials of a vast
political movement--and among the rest this of Monea, which was the
castle of the _middle proportion_ of Dirrinefogher, of which Sir Robert
Hamilton was the first patentee.
From Pynnar’s Survey of Ulster, made in 1618-19, it appears that this
proportion had at that time passed into the possession of Malcolm
Hamilton (who was afterwards archbishop of Cashel), by whom the castle
was erected, though the bawn, as prescribed by the conditions, was not
added till some years later. He says,
“Upon this proportion there is a strong castle of lime and
stone, being fifty-four feet long and twenty feet broad, but
hath no bawn unto it, nor any other defence for the succouring
or relieving of his tenants.”
From an inquisition taken at Monea in 1630, we find, however, that this
want was soon after supplied, and that the castle, which was fifty feet
in height, was surrounded by a wall nine feet in height and three hundred
in circuit.
The Malcolm Hamilton noticed by Pynnar as possessor of “the middle
proportion of Dirrinefogher,” subsequently held the rectory of Devenish,
which he retained _in commendam_ with his archbishopric till his death
in 1629. The proportion of Dirrinefogher, however, with its castle,
was escheated to the crown in 1630; and shortly after, the old chapel
of Monea was converted into a parish church, the original church being
inconveniently situated on an island of Lough Erne.
Monea Castle served as a chief place of refuge to the English and
Scottish settlers of the vicinity during the rebellion of 1641, and,
like the Castle of Tully, it has its tales of horror recorded in story;
but we shall not uselessly drag them to light. The village of Monea is
an inconsiderable one, but there are several gentlemen’s seats in its
neighbourhood, and the scenery around it is of great richness and beauty.
P.
ON THE SUBJUGATION OF ANIMALS BY MEANS OF CHARMS, INCANTATIONS, OR DRUGS.
FIRST ARTICLE.
ON SERPENT-CHARMING, AS PRACTISED BY THE JUGGLERS OF ASIA.
Many of my readers will doubtless recollect that in a paper on “Animal
Taming,” which appeared some weeks back
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THE WHITE MAN'S FOOT.
BY
GRANT ALLEN,
AUTHOR OF "BABYLON," "IN ALL SHADES," ETC., ETC.
_WITH SEVENTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. FINNEMORE._
LONDON:
HATCHARDS, PICCADILLY, W.
1888.
RICHARD CLAY AND SONS, LIMITED,
LONDON AND BUNGAY.
[Illustration: 'BOWING DOWN TOWARDS THE MOUTH OF THE CRATER, THEY SEEMED
TO SALUTE THE GODDESS OF THE VOLCANO.']
DEDICATION.
TO
JERRARD GRANT ALLEN,
_THE ONLY BEGETTER OF THESE ENSUING ADVENTURES._
My Dear Grantie,
From the following pages, written with a single eye to your own personal
tastes and predilections, you may, I trust, learn three Great Moral
Lessons.
First, never to approach too near the edge of an active volcano.
Second, never to continue your intimacy with a man who deliberately and
wickedly declines to pull you out of a burning crater.
And third, never to intrust the care of youth to a cannibal heathen
South Sea Islander.
With the trifling exception of these three now enumerated, I am not
aware that you can extract any Great Moral Lesson whatsoever from the
hairbreadth escapes of Kea and her associates.
Having thus almost entirely satisfied your expressed wishes in this
matter--for "a story without a moral"--I subscribe myself, with pride,
Your obedient servant and very loving father,
G.A.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
"BOWING DOWN TOWARDS THE MOUTH OF THE CRATER, THEY SEEMED TO SALUTE THE
GODDESS OF THE VOLCANO" _Frontispiece._
"IT'S MORE THAN DANGEROUS. IT'S ALMOST CERTAINLY FATAL"
"ALL AT ONCE A GREAT BODY OF GAS WAS EJECTED INTO THE AIR, IN A BLAZE OF
LIGHT"
"'YOUNG MAN,' HE CRIED, '...I WARN YOU NOT TO TRIFLE WITH THE BURNING
MOUNTAIN'"
"I ROLLED DOWN RAPIDLY TO THE VERY BOTTOM"
"I LAY THERE HORROR-STRICKEN, AND GAZED IDLY DOWN"
"I CLUTCHED THE CRUMBLING PEAK WITH MY HOOKED FINGERS"
"SHE CARRIED ME SLOWLY UP THE ZIG-ZAG PATH"
"'IF YOU KNEW ALL,' SHE ANSWERED, 'HOW YOU WOULD PITY ME!'"
"'EVERYTHING IS CORRECT,' HE WHISPERED"
"SHE LOOKED UP IN AN AGONY OF SUSPENSE"
"KEA TRIED ON ALL HER THINGS"
"A STRANGE PROCESSION BEGAN SLOWLY TO DESCEND"
"THE BAMBOO BENT OMINOUSLY DOWN"
"WE RODE AT FULL SPEED IN BREATHLESS HASTE"
THE WHITE MAN'S FOOT.
CHAPTER I
My brother Frank is a most practical boy. I may be prejudiced, but it
seems to me somehow there's nothing like close personal contact with
active volcanoes to teach a young fellow prudence, coolness, and
adaptability to circumstances. "Tom," said he to me, as we stood and
watched the queer party on deck, devouring taro-paste as a Neapolitan
swallows down long strings of macaroni: "don't you think, if we've got
to live so long in a native hut, and feed on this port of thing, we may
as well use ourselves to their manners and customs, whatever they may
be, at the pearliest convenient opportunity?"
"Haven't you heard, my dear boy," said I, "what the naval officer wrote
when he was asked to report to the Admiralty on that very subject of the
manners and customs of the South Sea Islanders? 'Manners they have
none,' he replied with Spartan brevity, 'and their customs are
beastly.'"
"Not a bit of it," Frank answered quickly in his jolly way. "For my part
I
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THE HONORABLE MISS MOONLIGHT
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THE
HONORABLE
MISS MOONLIGHT
BY
ONOTO WATANNA
AUTHOR OF
“A JAPANESE NIGHTINGALE”
“TAMA” ETC.
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IN REMEMBRANCE
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THE HONORABLE MISS MOONLIGHT
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THE HONORABLE MISS MOONLIGHT
CHAPTER I
THE day had been long and sultry. It was the season of little heat, when
an all-encompassing humidity seemed suspended over the land. Sky and
earth were of one monotonous color, a dim blue, which faded to shadowy
grayness at the fall of the twilight.
With the approach of evening, a soothing breeze crept up from the river.
Its faint movement brought a measure of relief, and nature took on a
more animated aspect.
Up through the narrow, twisting roads, in and out of the never-ending
paths, the lights of countless jinrikishas twinkled, bound for the
Houses of Pleasure. Revelers called to each other out of the balmy
darkness. Under the quivering light of a lifted lantern, suspended for
an instant, faces gleamed out, then disappeared back into the darkness.
To the young Lord Saito Gonji the night seemed to speak with myriad
tongues. Like some finely tuned instrument whose slenderest string must
vibrate if touched by a breath, so the heart of the youth was stirred by
every appeal of the night. He heard nothing of the chatter and laughter
of those about him. For the time at least, he had put behind him that
sickening, deadening thought that had borne him company now for so long.
He was giving himself up entirely to the brief hour of joy, which had
been agreeably extended to him in extenuation of the long life of
thralldom yet to come.
It was in his sole honor that the many relatives and connections of his
family had assembled, joyously to celebrate the fleeting hours of youth.
For within a week the Lord Saito Gonji was to marry. Upon this pale and
dreamy youth the hopes of the illustrious house of Saito depended. To
him the august ancestors looked for the propagating of their honorable
seed. He was the last of a great family, and had been cherished and
nurtured for one purpose only.
With almost as rigid care as would have been bestowed upon a novitiate
priest, Gonji had been educated.
“Send the child you love upon a journey,” admonished the stern-hearted
Lady Saito Ichigo to her husband; and so at the early age of five the
little Gonji was sent to Kummumotta, there to be trained under the
strictest discipline known to the samourai. Here he developed in
strength and grace of body; but, seemingly caught in some intangible
web, the mind of the youth awoke not from its dreams. His arm had the
strength of the samourai, said his teachers, but his spirit and his
heart were those of the poet.
There came a period when he was placed in the Imperial University, and a
new life opened to the wondering youth. New laws, new modes of thought,
the alluring secrets of strange sciences, baffling and fascinating, all
opened their doors to the infatuated and eager Gonji. With the
enthusiasm born of his solitary years, the boy grasped avidly after the
ideals of the New Japan. His career in college was notable. In him
professor and student recognized the born leader and genius. He was to
do great things for Japan some day!
Then came a time when the education of the youth was abruptly halted,
and he was ordered to return to his home. While his mind was still
engaged in the fascinating employment of planning a career, his parents
ceremoniously presented him to Ohano, a girl he had known from childhood
and a distant relative of his mother’s family. Mechanically and
obediently the dazed Gonji found himself exchanging with the maiden the
first gifts of betrothal.
Ohano was plump, with a round, somewhat sullen face, a pouting,
full-lipped mouth, and eyes so small they seemed but mere slits in her
face. She had inherited the inscrutable, disdainful expression of her
lofty ancestors.
Though he had played with her as a child and had seen her upon every
occasion during his school vacations, Gonji looked at her now with new
eyes. As a little boy he had liked Ohano. She
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TALES
FROM
"BLACKWOOD"
Contents of this Volume
_My English Acquaintance._ _By F. Hardman, Esq._
_The Murderer's Last Night._ _By T. Doubleday, Esq._
_Narration of Certain Uncommon Things that did formerly
happen to me, Herbert Willis, B.D._
_The Wags_
_The Wet Wooing: A Narrative of '98_
_Ben-na-Groich_
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
TALES FROM "BLACKWOOD."
MY ENGLISH ACQUAINTANCE.
BY FREDERICK HARDMAN, ESQ.
[_MAGA._ FEBRUARY 1848.]
"I believe I have the pleasure of seeing Mr ----," said a voice in
English, as I paused for a moment, my breakfast concluded, before the
door of a Palais Royal coffee-house, planning the disposal of my day.
I looked at the person who thus addressed me; and, although I pique
myself on rarely forgetting the face of an acquaintance, in this
instance my memory was completely at fault. But for his knowledge of
my name, I should have concluded my interlocutor mistaken as to my
identity. I was at least as much surprised at the perfectly good
English he spoke, as at having my acquaintance claimed by a person of
his profession and rank. He was a young man of about five-and-twenty,
attired in the handsome and well-fitting undress of a sergeant of
French light dragoons. His brown hair curled short and crisp from
under his smart green forage-cap, cavalierly placed upon one side of
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FIRST LOVE.
A NOVEL
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET.
1830.
LONDON:
IBOTSON AND PALMER, PRINTERS, SAVOY-STREET, STRAND.
All the mottoes annexed to the chapters of this work, have been
selected from the Author's dramatic and other poetical works, not yet
published.
FIRST LOVE.
CHAPTER I.
"No hut shelters Comala from the rain."
A family of travelling vagrants were overtaken on the high road
just leading out of Keswick, on the Penrith side, by a gentleman
on horseback. He had observed the same group begging during the
entertainments of the regatta which had concluded but the evening
before.
"Ho! ho! my good woman," he said, as he passed in a sling trot, "I am
glad to see your boy has found his second leg!"
The woman, who appeared to be young, and who would have been handsome,
had not dirt and impudence rendered her disgusting, looked behind her,
and perceived that a poor, sickly, ragged child, apparently about five
years old, who followed her, tired of his crutches, which pushed up his
little shoulders almost out of their sockets, had contrived to loosen
the bandage of his tied-up leg, and slip it down out of the dirty linen
bag, in which it usually hung on the double, and from which it was not
always released, even at night, as so doing necessarily incurred the
further trouble of tying it up again in the morning. She laid down her
bundle, and stood still with her arms a-kimbo, till, with hesitating
steps, and looks of suppressed terror, her victim came up; then
glancing round, to ascertain that the gentleman was out of sight, she
seized the child, snatched both the crutches from his trembling hands,
and grasping them in one of hers, she began to flog him without pity.
He seemed used to this, for he uttered no sound of complaint; silent
tears only rolled down his face.
"Ye villain!" said she at last, with a strong Cumberland accent, and
gasping for breath, "it's not the first time, is it? it's not the first
time I've beat you within an inch of your life for this. But I'll
do for you this time: that I will! You shan't be a burden to me any
longer, instead of a profit. If it wasn't for the miserable looks of
ye," she added, shaking him almost to atoms as she wheeled him round,
"that sometimes wrings a penny out of the folk, I'd ha' finished ye
long ago." Then, with her great foot, armed with an iron-rimmed wooden
shoe, she gave him a violent kick on the offending leg, continuing
thus:--"Its best break the shanks on ye at ance, ye whey-faced urchin
ye! and then ye'll tak te yeer crutches without biddin'!"
Finding, however, that though he had staggered and fallen forward on
both hands, he had yet risen again, and still contrived to stand, she
once more lifted her foot, to repeat the kick with increased force: for
she was as much intoxicated by drink as by rage, and really seemed to
intend to break the child's leg; but her husband, a sort of travelling
tinker, coming up at the moment, and uttering a violent curse, struck
her a blow that, poised as she just then was on one foot, brought her
to the ground.
During the scuffle which ensued, the poor little sufferer, who had
occasioned it all, crept through the hedge of a field by the road side,
and hid himself under some bushes. But the woman, soon after pursuing
in search of him, jumped the fence, and dropped among the very brambles
where he lay. She perceived him instantly, and shook her clenched hand,
which so paralysed him, that he did not dare to move, though she for
some time delayed seizing him. Finding that the inside of the hedge
was covered with clothes for bleaching, she thought it best, the first
thing she did, to secure a good bundle of so desirable a booty, and
fling it over to her husband. She was just in the act of so doing,
when the owner of the linen came into the field, and immediately set
up the halloo of "Thieves!
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[Illustration: "It has never occurred to one of you to ask _why_ I am
different from other women--to ask just what made me so!"]
THE STORY OF JULIA PAGE
BY KATHLEEN NORRIS
_Frontispiece by C. Allan Gilbert_
1915
CHAPTER I
To Emeline, wife of George Page, there came slowly, in her thirtieth
year, a sullen conviction that life was monstrously unfair. From a
resentful realization that she was not happy in her marriage, Emeline's
mind went back to the days of her pert, precocious childhood and her
restless and discontented girlhood, and she felt, with a sort of
smouldering fury, that she had never been happy, had never had a fair
chance, at all!
It took Mrs. Page some years to come to this conclusion, for, if she was
shrewd and sharp among the women she knew, she was, in essential things,
an unintelligent woman, and mental effort of any sort was strange to
her. Throughout her entire life, her mind had never been truly awakened.
She had scrambled through Grammar School, and had followed it with five
years as saleswoman in a millinery store, in that district of San
Francisco known as the Mission, marrying George Page at twenty-three,
and up to that time well enough pleased with herself and her life.
But that was eight years ago. Now Emeline could see that she had
reached--more, she had passed--her prime. She began to see that the
moods of those early years, however violent and changing, had been fed
upon secret springs of hope, hope vague and baseless enough, but strong
to colour a girl's life with all the brightness of a thousand dawns.
There had been rare potentialities in those days, anything might happen,
something _would_ happen. The little Emeline Cox, moving between the
dreary discomfort of home and the hated routine of school, might
surprise all these dull seniors and school-mates some day! She might
become an actress, she might become a great singer, she might make a
brilliant marriage.
As she grew older and grew prettier, these vague, bright dreams
strengthened. Emeline's mother was an overworked and shrill-voiced
woman, whose personality drove from the Shotwell Street house whatever
small comfort poverty and overcrowding and dirt left in it. She had no
personal message for Emeline. The older woman had never learned the care
of herself, her children, her husband, or her house. She had naturally
nothing to teach her daughter. Emeline's father occasionally thundered a
furious warning to his daughters as to certain primitive moral laws. He
did not tell Emeline and her sisters why they might some day consent to
abandon the path of virtue, nor when, nor how. He never dreamed of
winning their affection and confidence, or of selecting their friends,
and making home a place to which these friends might occasionally come.
But he was fond of shouting, when Emeline, May, or Stella pinned on
their flimsy little hats for an evening walk, that if ever a girl of his
made a fool of herself and got into trouble, she need never come near
his door again! Perhaps Emeline and May and Stella felt that the
virtuous course, as exemplified by their parents, was not all of roses,
either, but they never said so, and always shuddered dutifully at the
paternal warning.
School also failed with the education of the inner Emeline, although she
moved successfully from a process known as "diagramming" sentences to a
serious literary analysis of "Snow-Bound" and "Evangeline," and passed
terrifying examinations in ancient history, geography, and advanced
problems in arithmetic. By the time she left school she was a tall,
giggling, black-eyed creature, to be found walking up and down Mission
Street, and gossiping and chewing gum on almost any sunny afternoon.
Between her mother's whining and her father's bullying, home life was
not very pleasant, but at least there was nothing unusual in the
situation; among all the girls that Emeline knew there was not one who
could go back to a clean room, a hospitable dining-room, a well-cooked
and nourishing meal. All her friends did as she did: wheedled money for
new veils and new shoes from their fathers, helped their mothers
reluctantly and scornfully when they must
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Songs for the Little Ones
at Home
[Illustration: Mother with children]
Songs for the Little
Ones at Home
_REVISED EDITION_
_350th Thousand_
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY
150 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK
Copyright, 1884 and 1911, by
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
HEART AND HEARTHSTONE 7
HOUR BY HOUR 47
LITTLE POOR RELATIONS 81
THE GREAT OUTDOORS 135
ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN 175
THE CHRIST CHILD 219
HEROES AND PATRIOTS 231
INDEX 253
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Acknowledgments are made to Charles Scribner’s Sons for the use of _My
Shadow_, from A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES:
To Houghton, Mifflin & Company for _The Leak in the Dike_, from THE
POEMS OF PHŒBE CARY:
To the American Book Company for _The Reindeer and the Rabbit_, from
the old MCGUFFEY SECOND ECLECTIC READER; and for _Young Soldiers_ and
_The Lord’s Prayer_, from the old MCGUFFEY THIRD ECLECTIC READER.
Thanks are also rendered to Mrs. Margaret E. Sangster for the use of
_Dear Little Heads in the Pew_; and to Professor Irsay de Irsa and
others for advice and encouragement.
HEART AND HEARTHSTONE
Some precious words are born of earth,
Some others by the angels given;
But sweetest of celestial birth
Are these: “My Mother,” “Home,” and “Heaven.”
[Music:
THE FATHER’S WILL
Air, with bass accompaniment
1. How sweet the home of Nazareth Where Mary mother smiled,
And flow’rs of daily duty bloom’d About the holy Child.
His Father’s will was all His task Within that earthly home,
That will for ever done in Heav’n Whence He so late had come.
2. Obedient, gentle, loving, meek, He worked at Joseph’s side;
Does nothing from that daily toil Thro’ all the years abide?
We scan the wide world o’er, nor find. In any clime or land,
One single, sacred, treasured thing Wrought out by Jesus’ hand.
3. But wheresoe’er a Christian child Does on the earth fulfil....
With humble, rev’rent, tender heart The heav’nly Father’s will,
The work, tho’ mean and poor to view With heav’nly grace is
fraught,
Since age to age it passes on The lesson Jesus taught.
]
HEART AND HEARTHSTONE
THE FATHER’S WILL
How sweet the home of Nazareth,
Where Mary mother smiled,
And flowers of duty daily bloomed
About the holy Child.
His Father’s will was all his task
Within that earthly home,
The will forever done in heaven,
Whence he so late had come.
Obedient, gentle, loving, meek,
He worked at Joseph’s side:
Does nothing from that daily toil
Through all the years abide?
We scan the wide world o’er, nor find,
In any clime or land,
One single, sacred, treasured thing
Wrought out by Jesus’ hand;
But wheresoe’er a Christian child
Does on the earth fulfil
With humble, reverent, tender heart,
The heavenly Father’s will,
The work, though mean and poor to view,
With heavenly grace is fraught,
Since age to age it passes on
The lesson Jesus taught.
WHEN FATHER COMES HOME
When my father comes home in the evening from work,
Then I will get up on his knee,
And tell him how many nice lessons I’ve learned,
And show him how good I can be.
He’ll ask me what number I know how to count,
I’ll tell him what words I can spell;
And if I can learn something new every day,
I hope soon to read very well.
[Illustration: Jesus, Mary and Joseph in carpenter’s shop]
I’ll repeat to him all the good verses I know,
And tell him how kind we must be,
That we never must hurt little creatures at all;
And he will be glad, and love me.
I’ll tell him we always must try to please God,
And never be cruel nor rude,
For God is the Father of all living things,
He cares for and blesses the good.
DEAR MAMMA
My own mamma; my dear mamma!
How happy shall I be
To-morrow night at candlelight,
When she comes home to me!
’
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[Illustration: NOMAHANNA,
QUEEN OF THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.]
_London. Published by Henry Colburn & Richard Bentley. 1839._
A
NEW VOYAGE
ROUND
THE WORLD,
IN THE YEARS 1823, 24, 25, AND 26.
BY OTTO VON KOTZEBUE,
POST CAPTAIN IN THE RUSSIAN IMPERIAL NAVY.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
HENRY COLBURN AND RICHARD BENTLEY,
NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1830.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY.
Dorset Street, Fleet Street.
CONTENTS
OF
THE SECOND VOLUME
Page
KAMTSCHATKA 1
NEW-ARCHANGEL 27
CALIFORNIA, AND THE NEW RUSSIAN SETTLEMENT, ROSS 69
THE SANDWICH ISLANDS 151
THE PESCADORES, RIMSKI-KORSAKOFF, ESCHSCHOLTZ, AND BRONUS ISLANDS 267
THE LADRONES AND PHILIPPINES 279
ST. HELENA 305
ZOOLOGICAL APPENDIX BY PROFESSOR ESCHSCHOLTZ 323
LIST OF PLATES.
Page
Reception of Captain Kotzebue at the Island of Otdia,
To face Title of Vol. I.
Plan of Mattaway Bay and Village 200
Chart of the Navigators' Islands 250
Chart of the Islands of Radak and Ralik 288
Nomahanna, Queen of the Sandwich Islands,
To face Title of Vol. II.
KAMTSCHATKA.
KAMTSCHATKA.
The wind, which continued favourable to us as far as the Northern
Tropic, was succeeded by a calm that lasted twelve days. The ocean, as
far as the eye could reach, was as smooth as a mirror, and the heat
almost insupportable. Sailors only can fully understand the
disagreeableness of this situation. The activity usual on shipboard gave
place to the most wearisome idleness. Every one was impatient; some of
the men felt assured that we should never have a wind again, and wished
for the most violent storm as a change.
One morning we had the amusement of watching two great sword-fish
sunning themselves on the surface of the water. I sent out a boat, in
the hope that the powerful creatures would, in complaisance, allow us
the sport of harpooning them, but they would not wait; they plunged
again into the depths of the sea, and we had disturbed their enjoyments
in vain.
Our water-machine was several times let down, even to the depth of a
thousand fathoms: on the surface, the temperature was 24 deg., and at
this depth, only 2 deg. of Reaumur.
On the 22nd of May, the anniversary of our frigate's leaving Stopel, we
got a fresh easterly wind, which carried us forward pretty quickly on
the still smooth surface of the sea.
On the 1st of June, when in latitude 42 deg. and longitude 201 deg., and
consequently opposite the coast of Japan, we descried a red stripe in
the water, about a mile long and a fathom broad. In passing over it we
drew up a pail-full, and found that its colour was occasioned by an
infinite number of crabs, so small as to be scarcely distinguishable by
the naked eye.
We now began daily to experience increasing inconveniences from the
Northern climate. The sky, hitherto so serene, became gloomy and covered
with storm-clouds, which seldom threatened in vain; we were, besides,
enveloped in almost perpetual mists, bounding our prospect to a few
fathoms. In a short time, the temperature of the air had fallen from 24
deg. to 3 deg. So sudden a change is always disagreeable, and often
dangerous. We had to thank the skill and attention of our physician,
Dr. Siegwald, that it did not prove so to us. Such rough weather is not
common to the latitude we were in at that season; but it is peculiar to
the Japanese coast even in summer. Whales and storm-birds showed
themselves in great numbers, reminding us that we were hastening to the
North, and were already far from the luxuriant groves of the South-Sea
islands.
The wind continued so favourable, that on the 7th of June we could
already see the high mountains of Kamtschatka in their winter clothing.
Their jagged summits reaching to the heavens, crested with everlasting
snow, which glitters in the sunbeams, while their declivities are begirt
with clouds, give a magnificent aspect to this coast. On the following
day, we reached Awatscha Bay, and in the evening anchored in the harbour
of St. Peter and St. Paul.
The great peninsula of Kamtschatka, stretching to the river Anadir on
the North, and South to the Kurilian Islands, bathed on the east by the
ocean, and on the west by the sea of Ochotsk, is, like many men, better
than its reputation. It is supposed to be the roughest and most desolate
corner of the world, and yet it lies under the same latitude as England
and Scotland, and is equal in size to both. The summer is indeed much
shorter, but it is also much finer; and the vegetation is more luxur
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JACK OF THE PONY EXPRESS
Or
The Young Rider of the Mountain Trails
By
FRANK V. WEBSTER
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. JACK IN THE SADDLE
II. POSTMISTRESS JENNIE
III. A NARROW ESCAPE
IV. IMPORTANT LETTERS
V. JUST IN TIME
VI. THE SECRET MINE
VII. THE STRANGERS AGAIN
VIII. A NIGHT ATTACK
IX. IN BONDS
X. A QUEER DISCOVERY
XI. DUMMY LETTERS
XII. A RIDE FOR LIFE
XIII. THE INSPECTOR
XIV. THE CHASE
XV. A CAUTION
XVI. SUNGER GOES LAME
XVII. AN INVITATION DECLINED
XVIII. A QUEER FEELING
XIX A DESPERATE RIDE
XX. AT GOLDEN CROSSING
XXI. THE ARGENT LETTERS
XXII. THE MASKED MAN
XXIII. THE ESCAPE
XXIV. JACK'S IDEA
XXV. JACK'S TRICK--CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
JACK IN THE SADDLE
"Your father is a little late to-night, isn't he Jack?"
"Yes, Mrs. Watson, he should have been here a half-hour ago, and he would,
too, if he had ridden Sunger instead of his own horse."
"You think a lot of that pony of yours, don't you, Jack?" and a
motherly-looking woman came to the doorway of a small cottage and peered
up the mountain trail, which ran in front of the building. Out on the
trail itself stood a tall, bronzed lad, who was, in fact, about seventeen
years of age, but whose robust frame and athletic build made him appear
several years older.
"Yes, Mrs. Watson," the boy answered with a smile, "I do think a lot of
Sunger, and he's worth it, too."
"Yes, I guess he is. And he can travel swiftly, too. My goodness! The way
you sometimes clatter past my house makes me think you'll sure have an
accident. Sometimes I'm so nervous I can't look at you."
"Sunger is pretty sure-footed, even on worse mountain trails than the one
from Rainbow Ridge to Golden Crossing," answered Jack with a laugh, that
showed his white, even teeth, which formed a strange contrast to his tanned
face.
"Sunger," repeated Mrs. Watson, musingly. "What an odd name. I often wonder
how you came to call him that."
"It isn't his real name," explained Jack, as he gave another look up the
trail over which the rays of the declining sun were shining, and then
walked up to the porch, where he sat down. "The pony was once owned by a
Mexican miner, and he named him something in Spanish which meant that the
little horse could go so fast that he dodged the sun. Sundodger was what
the name would be in English, I suppose, and after I bought him that's what
I called him.
"But Sundodger is too much of a mouthful when one's in a hurry," and Jack
laughed at his idea, "so," he went on, "I shortened it to Sunger, which
does just as well."
"Yes, as long as he knows it," agreed Mrs. Watson. "But I guess, Jack, I
had better be going, I did think I'd wait until your father came, and put
the supper on for you both, but he's so late now--"
"Yes, Mrs. Watson, don't wait," interrupted Jack. "I don't know what to
make of dad's being so late. But we're used to getting our own meals, so
you needn't worry. We'll get along all right."
"Oh, I know you will. For two men--for you are getting so big I shall have
to call you a man," and she smiled at him. "For two men you really get
along very well indeed."
"Yes, I'm getting to be something of a cook myself," admitted the lad. "But
I can't quite equal your biscuits yet, and there's no use saying I can.
However, you baked a pretty good batch this afternoon, and dad sure will be
pleased when he sees 'em. I wish he'd come while they're hot though," and
once more Jack Bailey arose and went out to peer up the trail. He listened
intently, but his sharp senses caught no sound of clattering hoofs, nor
sight of a horseman coming down the <DW72>, a good view
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
Volume 108, February 9th, 1895.
_edited by Sir Francis Burnand_
TO LUCENDA.
(_Who had made "Copy" of Me._)
The bright September when we met
My prospects were _not_ over healthy,
Though you were, I do _not_ forget,
Extremely wealthy.
I know not why it chanced to be,
But this I recollect most clearly--
It never once occurred to me
To love you dearly.
'Twas not your fault, so do not vex
Yourself, for I admired your beauty,
Since admiration of your sex
Is Man's Whole Duty.
And thus it came to be our lot
To part without a sign or token;
I went upon my way, but not
The least heart-broken.
My "fatal pride" does not object
At your fair hands to be made verse on;
But p'raps next time you will select--
Some other person!
* * * * *
UNANSWERABLE.--The Archbishop of CANTERBURY, speaking at Folkestone
last week, said that "The Disestablishment Bill does not need any
answering: it answers itself." An' it please your Grace, if it does
"answer," and answers its purpose, what more can be required of this
Bill or any other?
* * * * *
THE NEW WEATHER PROVERB.--It never rains--but it snows!
* * * * *
[Illustration: BRAVE GIRL!
_Millicent_ (_from the country_). "_NOW_, MABEL! LET'S MAKE A DASH!!"]
* * * * *
QUEER QUERIES.
FREEZING THE VERTEBRAE.--I am in the last stage of bronchitis,
complicated with pneumonia, influenza, and asthma, and a friend has
advised me to try the new French cure of applying ice to the spine.
Will some obliging physician tell me whether he considers such a
course safe? None but a recognised specialist need trouble to reply;
and if he does so, I shall have the satisfaction of feeling that I
have saved his fee, as well as my own life. My boy advises me to go
skating, and "I shall be sure then to have my back applied to the
ice," which he says is the same thing as applying ice to my back. But
is it? A nephew who is staying in the house also kindly offers to "shy
hard snow-balls at my spine," if that would help me in any way. It is
a pity that the newspaper (from which I derived this medical hint) was
not clear as to details; for instance, when I _have_ applied the ice,
what is to prevent its melting and trickling all over me?--NON-PAYING
PATIENT.
* * * * *
Meteorological Moralising.
'Tis an ill-wind which blows nobody good,
And one man's meat another's poison is.
What is disaster to one man or mood,
Is to another mood or man "good biz."
What to your dramatist means love's labour's lost,
Your would-be skater craves--"a perfect frost!"
* * * * *
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
By the publication of _The Play Actress_ (S. R. CROCKETT) Mr. FISHER
UNWIN fully maintains the success attained by his Autonym Library. My
Baronite is least attracted by the scenes which possibly pleased the
author most--those in which he describes life in the purlieus of
London theatres. Mr. CROCKETT is much more at home in Galloway, and
with the people who sparsely populate it. The opening chapter,
describing Sabbath day in the Kirk of the Hill is in his best style,
as are others describing the Great Preacher's tender caring for his
little grand-daughter. _The Play Actress_ is just the sort of thing to
buy at a bookstall on starting for a journey. It will be felt to be a
matter of regret if the journey isn't quite long enough to finish it
at a sitting.
In _The Worst Woman in London_ ("and other stories," a subtitle
craftily suppressed on the outside of the book by F. C. PHILIPS) the
author gives us a number of capital detached stories of a most
irritating abruptness. Almost every one of these stories is a novel
thrown away; that is, every story is in itself the germ of what might
have been a good novel. They are little more than "jottings for
plottings." Yet, to be read with a pipe or small cigar, they just
suffice to wile away time and obviate conversation. They are dedicated
to Mr. WALTER HERRIES POLLOCK, who has on more than one occasion shown
himself an adept at real good short stories--not merely as plots, but
genuinely complete in themselves and full of humour--and from whom the
Baron expects something more in the same line, or, rather, on the same
lines.
The BARON DE B.-W.
* * * * *
A MODERN ECLOGUE.
SCENE--_A Crowded Thoroughfare._ _Enter_ STRE
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HYMNS FROM THE MORNINGLAND
HYMNS
FROM THE MORNINGLAND
BEING
TRANSLATIONS, CENTOS
AND SUGGESTIONS
FROM THE SERVICE BOOKS OF
THE HOLY EASTERN CHURCH
WITH INTRODUCTION
BY
JOHN BROWNLIE, D.D.
_Author of_
"_Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary_"
"_Hymns of the Greek Church_," "_Hymns from the Greek Office Books_"
"_Hymns of the Holy Eastern Church_"
_&c., &c._
_(SIXTH SERIES)_
PAISLEY: ALEXANDER GARDNER
_Publisher by Appointment to the late Queen Victoria_
1911
LONDON:
SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LMD.
PRINTED BY ALEXANDER GARDNER, PAISLEY.
PREFACE
This sixth series of hymns from the Greek Offices is sent forth in the
hope that some of the flowers that bloom in the gardens of the East, in
which our Lord prayed and His Apostles tilled, may serve to beautify the
homes of the faithful in Western lands. Cut flowers lose their beauty and
freshness soon, but not infrequently their perfume remains; and roots
transplanted do not always continue to put forth leaves and blossoms in
that richness which adorns them in their native soil; but if in the case
of the culled flowers, which are here presented, some of their perfume
may chance to linger, it will probably serve to suggest their original
attractiveness. That they may, in some capacity, be used to adorn the
worship of Christ in our sterner clime, is the earnest prayer of the
translator.
J. B.
Trinity Manse,
Portpatrick, _July, 1911_.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
PAGE
Introduction xi
HYMNS
My God, shall sin its power maintain 3
Christmas--
Hark! upon the morning breezes 9
Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills 11
Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now 13
Ye saints, exult with cheerful song 15
He came because the Father willed 17
Now the King Immortal 19
When o'er the world Augustus reigned 21
O Light resplendent of the morn 23
Passiontide--
O wounded hands and feet 27
When Jesus to the judgment hall 29
They brought Him to the hill of death 31
"Watch with Me," the Master said 33
They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" 35
O darkest night that ever fell 37
Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies 39
O Son of God, afflicted 41
This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, 43
Easter--
Lo, in its brightness the morning arising 49
In the dark of early morn 51
Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks 53
Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb 55
Rise, O glorious orb of day 58
Ascension--
Borne on the clouds, the Christ arose 63
Lift up the gates 65
Borne on the wings of light 67
Pentecost--
Like the beams that from the sun 71
Come, Holy Ghost, in might 73
Spirit of God, in love descend 75
Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm 77
O God, the Holy Ghost 78
Various--
When Jesus to the Jordan came 83
When on the mount the Lord appeared 85
Behold, the King of Zion rides 87
Waving in the autumn breeze 89
When in the clouds of heaven 91
Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace 93
Thou dost not pass a lonesome way 95
The man who erring counsel shuns 97
Lord, a band of foes increasing 99
Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art 101
From the hills the light is streaming 103
The day declines to night 105
Lord, let us feel that Thou art near 107
Come, praise with gladness, the Lord of all creation 109
Penitence and Love--
Now, with my weeping would I cleanse my soul 115
O God of love, on bended knee 117
O God, in mercy hear
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A TRAGIC PLAY OF CHURCH AND STAGE
BY
JOHN DAVIDSON
LONDON
E. GRANT RICHARDS
1905
TO THE GENERATION KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
Break--break it open; let the knocker rust:
Consider no "shalt not", and no man's "must":
And, being entered, promptly take the lead,
Setting aside tradition, custom, creed;
Nor watch the balance of the huckster's beam;
Declare your hardiest thought, your proudest dream:
Await no summons; laugh at all rebuff;
High hearts and youth are destiny enough.
The mystery and the power enshrined in you
Are old as time and as the moment new:
And none but you can tell what part you play,
Nor can you tell until you make assay,
For this alone, this always, will succeed,
The miracle and magic of the deed.
John Davidson.
INTRODUCTION
WORDSWORTH'S IMMORALITY AND MINE
Poetry is immoral. It will state any and every morality. It has done
so. There is no passion of man or passion of Matter outside its
province. It will expound with equal zest the twice incestuous
intrigue of Satan, Sin, and Death, and the discarnate adoration of
Dante for the most beatified lady in the world's record. There is no
horror of deluge, fire, plague, or war it does not rejoice to utter;
no evanescent hue, or scent, or sound, it cannot catch, secure, and
reproduce in word and rhythm. The worship of Aphrodite and the
worship of the Virgin are impossible without its ministration. It
will celebrate the triumph of the pride of life riding to victory
roughshod over friend and foe, and the flame-clad glory of the martyr
who lives in obloquy and dies in agony for an idea or a dream. Poetry
is a statement of the world and of the Universe as the world can know
it. Sometimes it is of its own time: sometimes it is ahead of time,
reaching forward to a new and newer understanding and
interpretation. In the latter case poetry is not only immoral in the
Universal order; but also in relation to its own division of time: a
great poet is very apt to be, for his own age and time, a great
immoralist. This is a hard saying in England, where the current
meaning of immorality is so narrow, nauseous, and stupid. I wish to
transmute this depreciated word, to make it so eminent that men shall
desire to be called immoralists. To be immoral is to be different:
that says it precisely, stripped of all accretions, barnacles and
seaweed, rust and slime: the keen keel swift to furrow the deep. The
difference is always one of conduct: there is no other difference
between man and man: from the first breath to the last, life in all
its being and doing is conduct. The difference may be as slight as a
change in the form of poetical expression or the mode of wearing the
hair; or it may be as important as the sayings of Christ, as vast
and significant as the French Revolution and the career of Napoleon.
Nothing in life is interesting except that differentiation which is
immorality: the world would be a putrid stagnation without it, and
greatness and glory impossible. Morality would never have founded the
British Empire in India; it was English piracy that wrested from
Iberia the control of the Spanish Main and the kingdom of the sea.
War is empowered immorality: poetry is a warfare.
What I mean by Wordsworth's immorality begins to appear. This most
naive and majestic person, leading the proudest, cleanest, sweetest
of lives, was, during all his poetical time, immoralist _sans tache_.
In his boyhood he can think of no other atonement for a slight
indignity done him than suicide; he is perverse and obstinate, defies
chastisement--is rather proud of it, and slashes his whip through
the family portrait; he breathes "among wild appetites and blind
desires": delights and exults in "motions of savage instinct":
sullen, wayward, intractable, nothing fascinates him except
"dangerous feats." Even when his poetical time is spent, he can still
do the thing that Wordsworth should do. Milton's watch being handed
round, he takes out his own, a procedure that makes the company
uneasy; and it is remembered against him by vulgar people who were
present and felt foolish; but Wordsworth would not have been
Wordsworth had he left this undone. In Paris of the Revolution he
"ranges the streets with an ardour previously unfelt
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OE ligatures have been expanded.
Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
CHILDREN IN PRISON
AND
OTHER CRUELTIES
OF
PRISON LIFE.
MURDOCH & CO.,
26, PATERNOSTER SQUARE,
LONDON.
PUBLISHERS' NOTE.
The circumstance which called forth this letter is a woeful one for
Christian England. Martin, the Reading warder, is found guilty of
feeding the hungry, nursing the sick, of being kindly and humane. These
are his offences in plain unofficial language.
This pamphlet is tendered to earnest persons as evidence that the prison
system is opposed to all that is kind and helpful. Herein is shown a
process that is dehumanizing, not only to the prisoners, but to every
one connected with it.
Martin was dismissed. It happened in May last year. He is still out of
employment and in poor circumstances. Can anyone help him?
_February, 1898._
SOME CRUELTIES OF PRISON LIFE.
THE EDITOR OF THE DAILY CHRONICLE.
SIR,--I learn with great regret, through an extract from the columns of
your paper, that the warder Martin, of Reading Prison, has been
dismissed by the Prison Commissioners for having given some sweet
biscuits to a little hungry child. I saw the three children myself on
the Monday
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CAMPMATES
_A Story of the Plains_
By KIRK MUNROE
_Author of_ "THE FLAMINGO FEATHER," "WAKULLA," "DORYMATES,"
"DERRICK STERLING" ETC.
_Illustrated_
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
[Illustration: "IT WAS A LIVE BABY."]
CONTENTS.
I. A WEARY RIDE
II. A RUDE BAPTISM
III. A BOY WITHOUT A BIRTHDAY
IV. "I JUST HATE TO STUDY"
V. SWIMMING INTO A FRIENDSHIP
VI. RECEIVING AN OFFER AND ACCEPTING IT
VII. ACROSS THE MISSISSIPPI
VIII. GLEN RUNS A LOCOMOTIVE
IX. KANSAS CITY IN EARLY DAYS
X. AT WORK WITH THE ENGINEER CORPS
XI. ALMOST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
XII. STARTING ACROSS THE PLAINS
XIII. BINNEY GIBBS AND HIS MULE
XIV. ON GUARD AT NIGHT
XV. THE SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENTS OF CERTAIN COYOTES
XVI. IN THE HANDS OF THE CHEYENNES
XVII. ATTACKING A STAGE RANCH
XVIII. BUFFALO AND THEIR USES
XIX. GLEN'S ESCAPE FROM THE INDIANS
XX. A PRESENT THAT WOULD PLEASE ANY BOY
XXI. LAME WOLF, THE YOUNG CHEYENNE
XXII. GLEN AND BINNEY GET INTO TROUBLE
XXIII. FIGHTING THE FINEST HORSEMEN IN THE WORLD
XXIV. CROSSING THE QUICKSANDS
XXV. SWEPT AWAY BY A FRESHET
XXVI. RUNNING THE LINE
XXVII. "COVERED WITH MUD AND GLORY"
XXVIII. LOST IN A MOUNTAIN SNOW-STORM
XXIX. PLUNGING INTO A LAKE OF ICE-WATER
XXX. DOWN THE LONELY CANON
XXXI. KIT CARSON'S GOLD MINE
XXXII. A NEW MEXICAN WEDDING
XXXIII. IN THE VALLEY OF THE RIO GRANDE
XXXIV. BAITING A WOLF-TRAP
XXXV. EL MORO
XXXVI. ZUNI, THE HOME OF THE AZTECS
XXXVII. A PRACTICAL USE OF TRIGONOMETRY
XXXVIII. DYING OF THIRST IN THE DESERT
XXXIX. CROSSING THE SIERRA NEVADA
XL. A HOME AND TWO FATHERS
ILLUSTRATIONS.
"IT WAS A LIVE BABY"
"TWO STALWART WARRIORS SEIZED HIM BY THE ARMS AND RAISED HIM BETWEEN
THEM AS THEY SWEPT PAST"
"THE STRANGE CRAFT WAS BORNE SLOWLY DOWN STREAM"
"'HEAD FOR THAT DARK SPACE, IT MARKS A VALLEY.... IF YOU FIND WATER,
FIRE YOUR PISTOL'"
_CAMP MATES._
_A Story of the Plains._
Chapter I.
A WEARY RIDE.
Slowly and heavily the train rumbled on through the night. It was called
an express; but the year was long ago, in the early days of railroading,
and what was then an express would now be considered a very slow and
poky sort of a train. On this particular night too, it ran more slowly
than usual, because of the condition of the track. The season was such a
wet one, that even the oldest traveller on the train declared he could
not remember another like it. Rain, rain, rain, day after day, for
weeks, had been the rule of that spring, until the earth was soaked like
a great sponge. All the rivers had overflowed their banks, and all the
smaller streams were raging torrents, red, yellow, brown, and sometimes
milky white, according to the color of the clays through which they cut
their riotous way. The lowlands and meadows were flooded, so that the
last year's hay-stacks, rising from them here and there, were veritable
islands of refuge for innumerable rabbits, rats, mice, and other small
animals, driven by the waters from their homes.
And all this water had not helped the railroad one bit. In the cuts the
clay or gravel banks were continually sliding down on the track; while
on the fills they were as continually sliding out from under it. The
section gangs were doubled, and along the whole line they were hard at
work, by night as well as by day, only eating and sleeping by snatches,
trying to keep the track in repair, and the road open for traffic. In
spite of their vigilance and unceasing labor, however, the rains found
plenty of chances to work their mischief undetected.
Many a time only the keen watchfulness of an engine-driver, or his
assistant, the fireman, saved a train from dashing into some gravel
heap, beneath which the rails were buried, or from plunging into some
yawning opening from which a culvert or small bridge had been washed
out. Nor with all this watchfulness did the trains always get through in
safety. Sometimes a bit of track, that looked all right, would suddenly
sink beneath the weight of a passing train into a quagmire that had been
formed beneath it, and then would follow the pitiful scenes of a
railroad wreck.
So nobody travelled except those who were compelled to do so, and the
passenger business of this particular road was lighter than it had been
since the opening. It was so light that on this night there were not
more than half a dozen persons in the single passenger coach of the
express, and only one of these was a woman. Another was her baby, a
sturdy, wholesome-looking little fellow, who, though he was but a year
old, appeared large enough to be nearly, if not quite, two. He had great
brown eyes, exactly like those of his mother. She was young and pretty,
but just now she looked utterly worn out, and no wonder. The train was
twelve hours late; and, instead of being comfortably established in a
hotel, at the end of her journey by rail, as she had expected to be
before dark that evening, she was wearily trying to sleep in the same
stuffy, jolting car she had occupied all day and had no hope of leaving
before morning.
There were no sleeping-cars in those days, nor vestibuled trains, nor
even cars with stuffed easy-chairs in which one could lie back and make
himself comfortable. No, indeed; there were no such luxuries as these
for those who travelled by rail at that time. The passenger coaches were
just long boxes, with low, almost flat roofs, like those of freight
cars. Their windows were small, and generally stuck fast in their
frames, so that they could not be opened. There was no other means of
ventilation, except as one of the end doors was flung open, when there
came such a rush of smoke and cinders and cold air that everybody was
impatient to have it closed again.
At night the only light was given by three candles that burned inside of
globes to protect them from being extinguished every time a door was
opened. There were no electric lights, nor gas, nor even oil-lamps, for
the cars of those days, only these feeble candles, placed one at each
end, and one in the middle of the coach. But worst of all were the
seats, which must have been invented by somebody who wished to
discourage railroad riding. They were narrow, hard, straight-backed, and
covered with shiny
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VOL. I.--NO. 3. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
CENTS.
Tuesday, November 18, 1879. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
per Year, in Advance.
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MARK TWAIN, A BIOGRAPHY
By Albert Bigelow Paine
VOLUME III, Part 2: 1907-1910
CCLVI
HONORS FROM OXFORD
Clemens made a brief trip to Bermuda during the winter, taking Twichell
along; their first return to the island since the trip when they had
promised to come back so soon-nearly thirty years before. They had been
comparatively young men then. They were old now, but they found the
green island as fresh and full of bloom as ever. They did not find their
old landlady; they could not even remember her name at first, and then
Twichell recalled that it was the same as an author of certain
schoolbooks in his youth, and Clemens promptly said, "Kirkham's Grammar."
Kirkham was truly the name, and they went to find her; but she was dead,
and the daughter, who had been a young girl in that earlier time, reigned
in her stead and entertained the successors of her mother's guests. They
walked and drove about the island
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Bytheway, Hilton Campbell, Ben Crowder, Meridith Crowder,
Cameron Dixon, Tod Robbins, David Van Leeuwen.
Frontispiece.
Fly--fly--these thoughts on the lightning car,
With the speed of light to the realms afar!
Mount--mount the car with the horse of fire;
Outstrip the wind, he will never tire,
Let the wild bird scream as he lags behind,
And the hurricane a champion find.
Search the darkest spot where mortals dwell:
With a voice of thunder the tidings tell,
Proclaim the dawn of a brighter day,
When the _King of kings_ shall his sceptre sway.
Bid pain, and anguish, and sorrow cease,
And open the way for the _Prince of Peace_.
He will conquer death, bid mourning flee,
And give to the nations a _Jubilee_.
KEY
TO THE
SCIENCE OF THEOLOGY:
DESIGNED AS
An Introduction
TO THE FIRST PRINCIPLES OF SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY; RELIGION; LAW AND
GOVERNMENT; AS DELIVERED BY THE ANCIENTS, AND AS RESTORED IN THIS AGE,
FOR THE FINAL DEVELOPMENT OF UNIVERSAL PEACE, TRUTH AND KNOWLEDGE.
BY PARLEY P. PRATT.
O Truth divine! what treasures unrevealed,
In thine exhaustless fountains are concealed!
Words multiplied; how powerless to tell,
The infinitude with which our bosoms swell.
Liverpool:
F. D. RICHARDS, 15, WILTON STREET.
London:
L.D SAINTS' BOOK DEPOT, 35, JEWIN ST., CITY,
AND ALL BOOKSELLERS.
1855.
ENTERED AT STATIONERS' HALL.
J. Sadler, Printer, 1, Moorfields, Liverpool.
CONTENTS.
Preface
CHAPTER I.
Theology--its definition--historical illustrations
CHAPTER II.
Decline and loss of this science among the Jews
CHAPTER III.
Progress, decline and final loss of the science of Theology among
the Gentiles--foreshadowings of its restoration for the ushering in
of the Millennium
CHAPTER IV.
Rise, progress, decline and loss of the science of Theology on the
Western Hemisphere, as brought to light by the late discovery of
Ancient American Records
CHAPTER V.
Keys of the mysteries of the Godhead
CHAPTER VI.
Origin of the Universe
CHAPTER VII.
Destiny of the Universe
CHAPTER VIII.
Key of Knowledge, Power and Government
CHAPTER IX.
Revival, or restoration of the science of Theology, in the present
age
CHAPTER X.
Keys of initiation in practical Theology
CHAPTER XI.
Philosophy of Miracles
CHAPTER XII.
Angels and Spirits
CHAPTER XIII.
Dreams
CHAPTER XIV.
The world of Spirits
CHAPTER XV.
Resurrection, its times and degrees--first, second and third
heavens; or, the Telestial, Terrestrial and Celestial kingdoms
CHAPTER XVI.
Further remarks on man's physical and intellectual
progress--Philosophy of will, as originating, directing and
controlling all voluntary animal motion--astounding facts, in
relation to the speed, or velocity of motion, as attainable by
physical man--intercommunication of the inhabitants of different and
distant planets
CHAPTER XVII.
Laws of marriage and procreation
PREFACE.
The present is an age of progress, of change, of rapid advance, and of
wonderful revolutions.
The very foundations of society--social, political, commercial, moral
and religious, seem to be shaken as with a mighty earthquake, from
centre to circumference. All things tremble; creation groans; the
world is in travail, and pains to be delivered.
A new era has dawned upon our planet, and is advancing with
accelerated force--with giant strides.
The rail-roads and the steam-boats, with their progressive
improvements in speed, safety and convenience, are extending and
multiplying the means of travel, of trade, of association, and
intercommunication between countries whose inhabitants have been
comparatively unknown to, or estranged from, each other.
But, as if even these means were too slow for the God-like
aspirations, the mighty throes of human thought, and its struggles for
light and expansion, man seizes the lightning, tames and subdues it,
and makes it the bearer of his thoughts and despatches. While these
things are in progress by one
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THE FAR EAST, VOL. II (OF 2)***
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MILITARY SERVICE AND ADVENTURES IN THE FAR EAST:
Including Sketches of the Campaigns
Against the Afghans in 1839,
and the Sikhs in 1845-6.
BY A CAVALRY OFFICER.
In Two Volumes.
VOL. II.
London:
Charles Ollier,
Southampton Street, Strand.
1847.
CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
CHAPTER I.
The commander-in-chief returns to England--Disastrous
insurrection throughout Afghanistan--Jellalabad holds
out, and General Pollock advances upon Caubul p. 1
CHAPTER II.
Visit to Agra--Journey through Central India via Gwalior
and Indore to Bombay 16
CHAPTER III.
Arrival in Calcutta--Departure for the south-western frontier--Arrival
at Merut--State of affairs on the north-western
frontier--The Sikh military establishment--The British
position 37
CHAPTER IV.
The British forces--The Sikh army cross the Sutlej--The
battle of Moodkee--Position and operations considered 65
CHAPTER V.
The army advance to attack the Sikhs in their entrenched
camp at Ferozeshuhur--The actions of the 21st
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[Illustration: Cronkey Gudehart
[Page 103
THE FIRST GLOOMSTER]
THE DREAMERS
A Club. _Being a More or Less Faithful
Account of the Literary Exercises
of the First Regular Meeting
of that Organization, Reported by_
JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS_
_By_ EDWARD PENFIELD
[Illustration]
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NEW YORK AND LONDON:
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_All rights reserved._
Dedicated
WITH ALL
DUE RESPECT AND PROPER APOLOGIES
TO
RICHARD HARDING DAVIS
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
RUDYARD KIPLING
HALL CAINE
SUNDRY MAGAZINE POETS
ANTHONY HOPE
THE WAR CORRESPONDENTS
A. CONAN DOYLE
IAN MACLAREN
JAMES M. BARRIE
THE INVOLVULAR CLUB
AND
MR. DOOLEY
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE IDEA 1
II. IN WHICH THOMAS SNOBBE, ESQ., OF YONKERS, UNFOLDS A TALE 21
III. IN WHICH A MINCE-PIE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR A REMARKABLE
COINCIDENCE 44
IV. BEING THE CONTRIBUTION OF MR. BEDFORD PARKE 59
V. THE SALVATION OF FINDLAYSON 80
VI. IN WHICH HARRY SNOBBE RECITES A TALE OF GLOOM 102
VII. THE DREAMERS DISCUSS A MAGAZINE POEM 123
VIII. DOLLY VISITS CHICAGO 142
IX. IN WHICH YELLOW JOURNALISM CREEPS IN 163
X. THE MYSTERY OF PINKHAM'S DIAMOND STUD 185
XI. LANG TAMMAS AND DRUMSHEUGH SWEAR OFF 207
XII. CONCLUSION--LIKEWISE MR. BILLY JONES 228
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
THE FIRST GLOOMSTER _Frontispiece_
DISCUSSING THE IDEA 3
AND SO TO DREAM 17
THE DREAMERS DINE 25
"'REMEMBER TO BE BRAVE'" 35
"'ELEANOR HUYLER HAS DISAPPEARED'" 39
"WRIT A POME ABOUT A KID" 47
"I BOUGHT A BOOK OF VERSE" 51
"IT FILLED ME WITH DISMAY" 55
"'COME IN'" 61
MARY 65
EDWARDS REBELS 71
THE VICEROY EXAMINES HIS RUINED SMILE 85
THEY GAVE HIM _PUNCH_ 89
THE DONKEY ENGINE CALLS ON FINDLAYSON 93
THE END OF THE GLOOMSTER 109
WISHED HER A HAPPY NEW-YEAR 117
"'O ARGENT-BROWED SARCOPHAGUS'" 125
"_SARCOPHAGUSTUS_" 131
MR. BILLY JONES 137
"'I MUST SEE HIM,' SAID DOLLY" 145
"'KAPE YOUR HOOSBAND HOME'" 155
MIXING ILLUSTRATIONS 159
THE SHIP'S BARBER AT WORK 167
A CLEVER CAROM 177
SINKING THE _CASTILLA_ 181
THE LAMP-POSTS WERE TWISTED 191
HOLMES IN DISGUISE INTERVIEWS WATTLES 199
"'YOU DID TOO!' SAID POLLY" 203
"'HOOT MON!'" 209
"A SWEET-FACED NURSE APPEARED" 213
TAMMAS MEETS DRUMSHEUGH 221
MR. JONES BEGINS 231
HE DID NOT SEE 243
THE STENOGRAPHER SLEPT 247
[Illustration: The Dreamers: A Club]
THE DREAMERS: A CLUB
I
THE IDEA
The idea was certainly an original one. It was Bedford Parke who
suggested it to Tenafly Paterson, and Tenafly was so pleased with it
that he in turn unfolded it in detail to his friend Dobbs Ferry,
claiming its inception as his very own. Dobbs was so extremely
enthusiastic about it that he invited Tenafly to a luncheon at the
Waldoria to talk over the possibilities of putting the plan into
practical operation, and so extract from it whatever of excellence it
might ultimately be found to contain.
"As yet it is only an idea, you know," said Dobbs; "and if you have ever
had any experience with ideas, Tenny, you are probably aware that,
unless reduced to a practical basis, an idea is of no more value than a
theory."
"True," Tenafly replied. "I can demonstrate that in five minutes at the
Waldoria. For instance, you see, Dobbsy, I have an idea that I am as
hungry as a bear, but as yet it is only a theory, from which I derive no
substantial benefit. Place a portion of whitebait, a filet Bearnaise,
and a quart of Sauterne before me, and--"
"I see," said Dobbsy. "Come along."
[Illustration: DISCUSSING THE IDEA]
And they went; and the result of that luncheon at the Waldoria was the
formation of "The Dreamers: A Club." The colon was Dobbs Ferry's
suggestion. The objects of the club were literary, and Dobbs, who was an
observant young man, had noticed that the use of the colon in these days
of unregenerate punctuation was confined almost entirely to the literary
contingent and its camp-followers. With small poets particularly was
it in vogue, and Dobbs--who, by-the-way, had written some very dainty
French poems to the various _fiancees_ with whom his career had been
checkered--had a sort of vague idea that if his brokerage business would
permit him to take the necessary time for it he might become famous as a
small poet himself. The French poems and his passion for the colon,
combined with an exquisite chirography which he had assiduously
cultivated, all contributed to assure him that it was only lack of time
that kept him in the ranks of the mute, inglorious Herricks.
As formulated by Dobbs and Tenafly, then, Bedford Parke's suggestion
that a Dreamers' Club be formed was amplified into this: Thirteen choice
spirits, consisting of Dobbs, Tenafly, Bedford Parke, Greenwich Place,
Hudson Rivers of Hastings, Monty St. Vincent, Fulton Streete, Berkeley
Hights, Haarlem Bridge, the three Snobbes of Yonkers--Tom, Dick, and
Harry--and Billy Jones of the _Weekly Oracle_, were to form themselves
into an association which should endeavor to extract whatever latent
literary talent the thirteen members might have within them. It was a
generally accepted fact, Bedford Parke had
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LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT
by ADA LEVERSON
First published London, 1916
(Book Three of THE LITTLE OTTLEYS)
TO TACITUS
CHAPTER I
An appalling crash, piercing shrieks, a loud, unequal quarrel on a
staircase, the sharp bang of a door....
Edith started up from her restful corner on the blue sofa by the fire,
where she had been thinking about her guest, and rushed to the door.
'Archie--Archie! Come here directly! What's that noise?'
A boy of ten came calmly into the room.
'It wasn't me that made the noise,' he said, 'it was Madame Frabelle.'
His mother looked at him. He was a handsome, fair boy with clear grey
eyes that looked you straight in the face without telling you anything
at all, long eyelashes that softened, but gave a sly humour to his
glance, a round face, a very large forehead, and smooth straw-coloured
hair. Already at this early age he had the expressionless reserve of the
public school where he was to be sent, with something of the suave
superiority of the university for which he was intended. Edith thought
he inherited both of these traits from her.
* * * * *
She gazed at him, wondering, as she had often wondered, at the
impossibility of guessing, even vaguely, what was really going on behind
that large brow. And he looked back observantly, but not expressively,
at her. She was a slim, fair, pretty woman, with more vividness and
character than usually goes with her type. Like the boy, she had
long-lashed grey eyes, and _blond-cendre_ hair: her mouth and chin were
of the Burne-Jones order, and her charm, which was great but
unintentional, and generally unconscious, appealed partly to the senses
and partly to the intellect. She was essentially not one of those women
who irritate all their own sex by their power (and still more by their
fixed determination) to attract men; she was really and unusually
indifferent to general admiration. Still, that she was not a cold woman,
not incapable of passionate feeling, was obvious to any physiognomist;
the fully curved lips showed her generous and pleasure-loving
temperament, while the softly glancing, intelligent, smiling eyes spoke
fastidiousness and discrimination. Her voice was low and soft, with a
vibrating sound in it, and she laughed often and easily, being very
ready to see and enjoy the amusing side of life. But observation and
emotion alike were instinctively veiled by a quiet, reposeful manner, so
that she made herself further popular by appearing retiring. Edith
Ottley might so easily have been the centre of any group, and yet--she
was not! Women were grateful to her, and in return admitted that she was
pretty, unaffected and charming. Today she was dressed very simply in
dark blue and might have passed for Archie's elder sister.
'It isn't anything. It wasn't my fault. It was her fault. Madame
Frabelle said _she_ would teach me to take away her mandolin and use it
for a cricket bat. She needn't teach me; I know already.'
'Now, Archie, you know perfectly well you've no right to go into her
room when she isn't there.'
'How can I go in when she is there?... She won't let me. Besides, I
don't want to.'
'It isn't nice of you; you ought not to go into her room without her
permission.'
'It isn't her room; it's your room. At least, it's the spare room.'
'Have you done any harm to the mandolin?'
He paused a little, as he often did before answering, as if in absence
of mind, and then said, as though starting up from a reverie:
'Er--no. No harm.'
'Well, what have you done?'
'I can mend it,' he answered.
'Madame Frabelle has been very kind to you, Archie. I'm sorry you're not
behaving nicely to a guest in your mother's house. It isn't the act of a
gentleman.'
'Oh. Well, there are a great many things in her room, Mother; some of
them are rather jolly.'
'Go and say you're sorry, Archie. And you mustn't do it again.'
'Will it be the act of a gentleman to say I'm sorry? It'll be the act of
a story-teller, you know.'
'What! Aren
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FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS
_(With Apologies to La Fontaine)_
By GUY WETMORE CARRYL
With Illustrations by Peter Newell
1898
FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS
TO MY FATHER
NOTE:
I have pleasure in acknowledging the courteous permission
the editors to reprint in this form such of the following fables
were originally published in Harper's periodicals, in _Life_,
and _Munsey's Magazine_.
G. W. C.
CONTENTS
THE AMBITIOUS FOX AND THE UNAPPROACHABLE GRAPES
THE PERSEVERING TORTOISE AND THE PRETENTIOUS HARE
THE PATRICIAN PEACOCKS AND THE OVERWEENING JAY
THE ARROGANT FROG AND THE SUPERIOR BULL
THE DOMINEERING EAGLE AND THE INVENTIVE BRATLING
THE ICONOCLASTIC RUSTIC AND THE APROPOS ACORN
THE UNUSUAL GOOSE AND THE IMBECILIC WOODCUTTER
THE RUDE RAT AND THE UNOSTENTATIOUS OYSTER
THE URBAN RAT AND THE SUBURBAN RAT
THE IMPECUNIOUS CRICKET AND THE FRUGAL ANT
THE PAMPERED LAPDOG AND THE MISGUIDED ASS
THE VAINGLORIOUS OAK AND THE MODEST BULRUSH
THE INHUMAN WOLF AND THE LAMB SANS GENE
THE SYCOPHANTIC FOX AND THE GULLIBLE RAVEN
THE MICROSCOPIC TROUT AND THE MACHIAVELIAN FISHERMAN
THE CONFIDING PEASANT AND THE MALADROIT BEAR
THE PRECIPITATE COCK AND THE UNAPPRECIATED PEARL
THE ABBREVIATED FOX AND HIS SCEPTICAL COMRADES
THE HOSPITABLE CALEDONIAN AND THE THANKLESS VIPER
THE IMPETUOUS BREEZE AND THE DIPLOMATIC SUN
ILLUSTRATIONS
"THE FOX RETREATED OUT OF RANGE"
"HE STROVE TO GROW ROTUNDER"
"AN ACORN FELL ABRUPTLY"
"SAID SHE, 'GET UP, YOU BRUTE YOU!'"
"'_J'ADMIRE_,' SAID HE, '_TON BEAU PLUMAGE'_"
"AND SO A WEIGHTY ROCK SHE AIMED"
THE AMBITIOUS FOX
AND
THE UNAPPROACHABLE GRAPES
A farmer built around his crop
A wall, and crowned his labors
By placing glass upon the top
To lacerate his neighbors,
Provided they at any time
Should feel disposed the wall to climb.
He also drove some iron pegs
Securely in the coping,
To tear the bare, defenceless legs
Of brats who, upward groping,
Might steal, despite the risk of fall,
The grapes that grew upon the wall.
One day a fox, on thieving bent,
A crafty and an old one,
Most shrewdly tracked the pungent scent
That eloquently told one
That grapes were ripe and grapes were good
And likewise in the neighborhood.
He threw some stones of divers shapes
The luscious fruit to jar off:
It made him ill to see the grapes
So near and yet so far off.
His throws were strong, his aim was fine,
But "Never touched me!" said the vine.
The farmer shouted, "Drat the boys!"
And, mounting on a ladder,
He sought the cause of all the noise;
No farmer could be madder,
Which was not hard to understand
Because the glass had cut his hand.
His passion he could not restrain,
But shouted out, "You're thievish!"
The fox replied, with fine disdain,
"Come, country, don't be peevish."
(Now "country" is an epithet
One can't forgive, nor yet forget.)
The farmer rudely answered back
With compliments unvarnished,
And downward hurled the _bric-a-brac_
With which the wall was garnished,
In view of which demeanor strange,
The fox retreated out of range.
"I will not try the grapes to-day,"
He said. "My appetite is
Fastidious, and, anyway,
I fear appendicitis."
(The fox
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HOW TO READ
HUMAN NATURE:
ITS INNER STATES AND
OUTER FORMS
By WILLIAM WALKER ATKINSON
WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS
L. N. FOWLER & CO.
7, Imperial Arcade, Ludgate Circus
London, E. C., England
1916
THE ELIZABETH TOWNE CO.
HOLYOKE, MASS.
COPYRIGHT 1913
BY
ELIZABETH TOWNE
HOW TO READ
HUMAN NATURE
CONTENTS
Chapter Page
I. Inner State and Outer Form 9
II. The Inner Phase: Character 29
III. The Outer Form: Personality 38
IV. The Temperaments 47
V. The Mental Qualities 68
VI. The Egoistic Qualities 76
VII. The Motive Qualities 81
VIII. The Vitative Qualities 89
IX. The Emotive Qualities 93
X. The Applicative Qualities 100
XI. The Modificative Qualities 107
XII. The Relative Qualities 114
XIII. The Perceptive Qualities 122
XIV. The Reflective Qualities 139
XV. The Religio-Moral Qualities 148
XVI. Faces 156
XVII. Chins and Mouths 169
XVIII. Eyes, Ears,
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Transcriber's note:
Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=).
Text enclosed by tilde characters was printed widely-spaced
or "gesperrt" (~gesperrt~).
SOUTH-SEA IDYLS.
by
CHARLES WARREN STODDARD.
[Illustration: (Printer's logo)]
Boston:
James R. Osgood and Company,
Late Ticknor & Fields, and Fields, Osgood, & Co.
1873.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873,
by Charles Warren Stoddard,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co.,
Cambridge.
[Decoration]
CONTENTS.
PAGE
IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP 7
CHUMMING WITH A SAVAGE.
I. KANA-ANA 25
II. HOW I CONVERTED MY CANNIBAL 43
III. BARBARIAN DAYS 57
TABOO.--A FETE-DAY IN TAHITI 80
JOE OF LAHAINA 112
THE NIGHT-DANCERS OF WAIPIO 128
PEARL-HUNTING IN THE
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Transcriber’s Note: The reader may wish to be warned that this book
contains language which is nowadays considered racially offensive.
[Illustration: _Drawn by A. B. Frost_
“_Is anybody ever hear de beat er dat?_”--“_Brother Rabbit’s
Laughing-Place_”]
_Told by_
UNCLE REMUS
New Stories of the
Old Plantation
_by_
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
_Illustrated by_
A. B. FROST, J. M. CONDE
_and_ FRANK UERBECK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
_Publishers_
NEW YORK
_Copyright, 1903, 1904, 1905, by_
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
Copyright, 1903, 1904, 1905, by P. F. Collier & Son
Copyright, 1904, 1905, by The Metropolitan Magazine Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES
AT
THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE REASON WHY 3
I WHY MR. CRICKET HAS ELBOWS ON HIS LEGS 19
II HOW WILEY WOLF RODE IN THE BAG 37
III BROTHER RABBIT’S LAUGHING-PLACE 53
IV BROTHER RABBIT AND THE CHICKENS 74
V LITTLE MISTER CRICKET AND THE OTHER CREATURES 87
VI WHEN BROTHER RABBIT WAS KING 101
VII HOW OLD CRANEY-CROW LOST HIS HEAD 126
VIII BROTHER FOX FOLLOWS THE FASHION 141
IX WHY THE TURKEY-BUZZARD IS BALD-HEADED 153
X BROTHER DEER AN’ KING SUN’S DAUGHTER 172
XI BROTHER RABBIT’S CRADLE 188
XII BROTHER RABBIT AND BROTHER BULL-FROG 205
XIII WHY MR. DOG IS TAME 230
XIV BROTHER RABBIT AND THE GIZZARD EATER 243
XV BROTHER RABBIT AND MISS NANCY 266
XVI THE HARD-HEADED WOMAN 276
LIST OF FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS
“IS ANYBODY EVER HEAR DE BEAT ER DAT?” _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
“SO HE HOLLER DOWN THOO DE CRACK” 34
“‘DOES YOU CALL DIS GOOD LUCK?’” 36
“DEY SOT DAR … TALKIN’ ’BOUT OL’ TIMES” 44
“‘GIT ’IM USE TER DE BAG’” 48
“‘DEN YOU COME ON HOME; YO’ MAMMY WANT YOU’” 50
“WENT OFF HOME DES EZ GAYLY EZ A COLT IN A BARLEY PATCH” 80
“‘BRER RABBIT, WHAR YOU GWINE?’” 82
“BRER FOX, SAY, ‘GENTS, … I WANTER TELL YOU DAT I’M DE
SWIFFES’ ONE IN DIS BUNCH’” 92
“MR. ELEPHANT WENT SPLUNGIN’ THOO DE WOODS SAME EZ A
HARRYCANE” 96
“SO HIS OL’ ’OMAN WENT OUT TER DE WOODPILE AN’ GOT DE AX” 150
“SHE DREMP DAT BRER RABBIT WUZ LAUGHIN’ AT ’ER” 152
“BRER DEER WENT ON FER TER TELL BRER RABBIT” 180
“DE BEAU GOT TER FLINGIN’ HIS SASS ROUN’ BRER RABBIT” 272
“DE GAL, SHE CRY SOME, BUT DEY WENT OFF AN’ GOT MARRIED” 274
“DEN HE SHUCK A GOURD-VINE OVER DE POT” 286
“DE AX, IT CLUM BACK ON TOP ER DE WOODPILE AN’ FELL
OFF ON T’ER SIDE” 290
“DEN SHE LIT OUT ATTER DE POT LIKE
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* * * * *
Transcriber's Note: The original publication has been replicated
faithfully except as shown in the Transcriber's Amendments at the end of
the text. This etext presumes a mono-spaced font on the user's device,
such as Courier New. Words in italics are indicated like _this_. But the
publisher also wanted to emphasize words in sentences already italicized,
so he printed them in the regular font which is indicated here with: _The
pirates then went to +Hispaniola+._ Obscured letters in the original
publication are indicated with {?}. Superscripts are indicated like this:
S^{ta} Maria. Footnotes are located near the end of the work.
* * * * *
[Illustration: Lestevenon de Berkenroode]
THE
MEMOIRS
OF
_CHARLES-LEWIS_,
Baron de POLLNITZ.
BEING
The OBSERVATIONS He made in his
late TRAVELS from _Prussia_ thro'
_GERMANY_,
_ITALY_,
_FRANCE_,
_FLANDERS_,
_HOLLAND_,
_ENGLAND_, &c.
In LETTERS to his FRIEND.
Discovering not only the PRESENT STATE
of the Chief CITIES and TOWNS;
BUT
The CHARACTERS of the PRINCIPAL PERSONS
at the Several COURTS.
In TWO VOLUMES.
Vol. I
The SECOND EDITION, with ADDITIONS.
_LONDON:_
Printed for DANIEL BROWNE, at the _Black Swan_,
without _Temple-Bar_. M.DCC.XXXIX.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PREFACE, BY THE TRANSLATOR v
AUTHOR'S PREFACE ix
ADVERTISEMENT BY THE EDITOR xiv
PREFACE xv
ADDENDA to Vol. I xviii
ADDENDA to Vol. II xxi
BOOKS LATELY PUBLISHED xxiv
LETTER I 1
LETTER II 49
LETTER III 60
LETTER IV 69
LETTER V 80
LETTER VI 162
LETTER VII 178
LETTER VIII 183
LETTER IX 193
LETTER X 197
LETTER XI 210
LETTER XII 224
LETTER XIII 246
LETTER XIV 258
LETTER XV 272
LETTER XVI 280
LETTER XVII 293
LETTER XVIII 299
LETTER XIX 315
LETTER XX 327
LETTER XXI 338
LETTER XXII 357
LETTER XXIII 364
LETTER XXIV 377
LETTER XXV 391
LETTER XXVI 408
LETTER XXVII 422
OTHER BOOKS 432
INDEX 433
ERRATA
FOOTNOTES
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To the Right Honourable
PHILIP, _Lord_ HARDWICKE;
Baron of _Hardwicke_, in the
County of _Gloucester_;
LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR
of _Great Britain_;
AND
One of the LORDS of His Majesty's most
Honourable PRIVY COUNCIL.
MY LORD,
The good Reception these Memoirs, which I most humbly offer to your
Lordship, have met with Abroad; and the Protection and Favour the _Author_
has obtain'd at one of the Chief Protestant Courts of EUROPE; encourage
me, tho' with the profoundest Submission, to intreat your Lordship's
favourable Acceptance of this _Translation_.
'Tis, my Lord, the only Homage I am capable of paying your Lordship, and
the best Testimony I can give with what Zeal and Pleasure I join in the
Congratulation of the Public for that illustrious Regard paid to your
Lordship's Merit, and Their Wishes, by his SACRED MAJESTY, this Day in
Council.
That your Lordship may very long enjoy a sufficient Portion of Health,
equal to the Abilities of your Great Mind, for supporting you
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GOVERNMENT AND REBELLION
A sermon delivered in the North Broad Street Presbyterian Church,
Sunday Morning, April 28 1861,
By
Rev. E. E. Adams.
Published by Request.
1861.
Government and Rebellion.
An evil man seeketh only rebellion; therefore a cruel messenger shall be
sent against him.--Prov. xvii. 11.
We have in these words this plain announcement--that Rebellion is a crime,
and shall be visited with terrible judgment. Solomon here speaks his own
convictions; God declares his thought, and utters his sanction of law.
This is also the expression of natural conscience,--vindicating in our
breast the Divine procedure, when the majesty of insulted government is
asserted, and penalty applied.
God never overlooks rebellion against his throne--never pardons the rebel
until he repent and submit. God does not command us to forgive our
offending fellow-men, unless they repent. "If thy brother trespass against
thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn to thee, saying,
I repent, thou shalt forgive him." God is in a forgiving attitude; so
ought we to be. But he does not _express_ forgiveness until the rebel
expresses penitence; neither are we under obligation to _pronounce_ an
enemy forgiven until he signify his compunction and sorrow, and desist
from his injurious conduct. If my child rebel against my law and my
rightful discipline, I am not allowed by the spirit of love to pursue him
with vengeance; neither am I bound by the law of God to release him from
the penalty of his sin, until he shall have exhibited signs of submission,
of sorrow, and of obedience. I may pity him, and cherish toward him the
_spirit_ of forgiveness; but for his own sake, for the order of the
household, and on account of my innate sense of justice, I must not
pronounce his acquittal, nor declare the controversy ended, until he shall
have satisfied my governmental authority, and the sentiment of justice
which both his own conscience and mine, constitutionally, and therefore by
necessity, cherish. And I do not see that Government can safely pardon a
rebel against its statutes, its honor and its common brotherhood, until
his rebellion cease; until he bow to law, confess his crime, and signify
his sorrow. I speak not of oppressive government, of iniquitous law; but
of _good_ government, of statutes healthful, humane, equal. Although in
the former case rebellion cannot be justified until every constitutional
measure has been resorted to for redress,--then, if redress be not given,
the voice of the people in all representative governments may legally
change oppressive for just laws, and oppressors for rulers who shall
regard the popular will. And in despotisms, when the people have the
_power_ to redress their wrongs, and to enter on a career of development
in mind and morals, in the arts of civilization,--when every other course
fails--"resistance to tyrants is obedience to God!" Man was not _made_ for
tyranny. He was not made for any form of government that crushes out his
intellect and his religious capabilities. He was made to be governed
morally; to be under righteous law; law which, while it restrains passion,
selfishness and crime, gives a man all the freedom that he is able and
willing to _use_ safely for himself, and for the commonwealth; all that is
consistent with individual development and the national good.
I am not one of those who believe that the voice of the people is, without
exception, the voice of God. It was not so at the Deluge, but quite the
reverse. It was not so when Israel clamored for a king--not in mercy but
in anger, God gave them their request. It was not so when Absalom stole
the hearts of the people, and stirred up rebellion against his father. And
yet, when a nation, independent of party, free from the excitements of
momentary interest, without the influence of ambitious leaders, under the
calm guidance of reason, history, and the spirit of the age,--rises
spontaneously against oppression, against iniquity, and _demands_ just
laws; rights for all; free thought, free speech, free labor, free worship;
when compacts are not violated; when moderation is maintained; when the
spirit of humanity is preserved,--_
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THE MOVING
FINGER
BY
E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM
AUTHOR OF "THE LOST AMBASSADOR," "THE ILLUSTRIOUS
PRINCE," "JEANNE OF THE MARSHES," ETC.
_With Illustrations by_
J. V. McFALL
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1911
_Copyright, 1910, 1911_,
BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.
_All rights reserved._
Published, May, 1911.
_Printed by
THE COLONIAL PRESS
C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U. S. A._
[Illustration: "Sit still," he whispered. "Don't say anything. There
is someone coming." FRONTISPIECE. _See p._ 166]
"The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
PROLOGUE--THE DREAMER 1
I. A LETTER PROVES USEFUL 11
II. OLD ACQUAINTANCES 17
III. "WHO IS MR. SATON?" 23
IV. A QUESTION OF OBLIGATION 32
V. A MORNING WALK 46
VI. PAULINE MARRABEL 54
VII. AN UNWELCOME VISITOR 61
VIII. AN INSTANCE OF OCCULTISM 67
IX. A SENTIMENTAL TALK 74
X. THE SCENE CHANGES 80
XI. A BUSY EVENING 86
XII. A CALL ON LADY MARRABEL 97
XIII. LADY MARY'S DILEMMA 105
XIV. PETTY WORRIES 114
XV. ROCHESTER IS INDIGNANT 124
XVI. PLAIN SPEAKING 133
XVII. THE GREAT NAUDHEIM 141
XVIII. ROCHESTER'S ULTIMATUM 150
XIX. TROUBLE BREWING 158
XX. FIRST BLOOD 165
XXI. AFRAID! 172
XXII. SATON REASSERTS HIMSELF 178
XXIII. AN UNPLEASANT ENCOUNTER 186
XXIV. LOIS IS OBEDIENT 194
XXV. A LAST WARNING 202
XXVI. THE DUCHESS'S DINNER PARTY 209
XXVII. THE ANSWER TO A RIDDLE 215
XXVIII. SPOKEN FROM THE HEART 224
XXIX. THE COURAGE OF DESPERATION 232
XXX. A SURPRISING REQUEST 239
XXXI. BETWEEN LOVE AND DUTY 248
XXXII. AT THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE 255
XXXIII. "YOU DO NOT BELIEVE IN ME!" 261
XXXIV. A WOMAN'S TONGUE 269
XXXV. ON LOIS' BIRTHDAY 278
XXXVI. THE CHARLATAN UNMASKED 284
EPILOGUE--THE MAN 294
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Sit still," he whispered. "Don't say anything.
There is someone coming" _Frontispiece_
He came to a standstill by the side of the boy _Page_ 2
"Some water quick, and brandy," Rochester
cried " 73
She swayed for a moment, and fell over on
her side " 222
THE MOVING FINGER
PROLOGUE
THE DREAMER
The boy sat with his back to a rock, his knees drawn up and clasped
within fingers nervously interlocked. His eyes were fixed upon the
great stretch of landscape below, shadowy now, and indistinct, like a
rolling plain of patchwork woven by mysterious fingers. Gray mists
were floating over the meadows and low-lying lands. Away in the
distance they marked the circuitous course of the river, which only an
hour ago had shone like a belt of silver in the light of the setting
sun. Twilight had fallen with unexpected swiftness. Here and there a
light flashed from the isolated farmhouses. On the darkening horizon,
a warm glow was reflected in the clouds from the distant town.
The boy, when
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BY-GONE TOURIST DAYS
By-gone Tourist Days
Letters of Travel
By LAURA G. COLLINS
Author of “Immortelles and Asphodels”
ILLUSTRATED
“I consider letters the most vital part of literature”
--_Elizabeth Barrett Browning_
CINCINNATI THE ROBERT CLARKE COMPANY 1900
Copyright, 1899,
By The Robert Clarke Company.
INSCRIPTION.
_Respectfully inscribed to the dear friends
to whom the letters were written,
and by them preserved._
CONTENTS.
LONDON LETTER--
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HARPER'S
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE
VOLUME III.
JUNE TO NOVEMBER, 1851.
NEW YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
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1852.
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encouragement it has received.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME III.
Adventure with a Grizzly Bear 101
Ally Somers 610
American Notabilities 834
Anecdotes of Curran 108
Anecdotes of Paganini 39
Application of Electro-Magnetism to Railway Transit 786
Autobiography of a Sensitive Spirit 479
Bear-Steak 484
Blind Lovers of Chamouny 68
Bookworms 628
Bored Wells in Mississippi 539
Breton Wedding 87
Brush with a Bison 218
Captain's Self-Devotion 689
Chapter on Giraffes 202
Coffee-Planting in Ceylon 82
Conversation in a Stage Coach 105
Cricket 718
Convict's Tale 209
Daughter of Blood 74
Deserted House 241
Eagle and Swan 691
Eclipse in July, 1851 239
EDITOR'S DRAWER.
Preliminary; Word-painting; Grandiloquence; Memories of
Childhood; Good-nature, 282. Englishman's independence; Parodies;
Done twice; Punctuation; Epitaph; Personification, 284. Small
courtesies; Home California; Grumblers; Rachel Baker, 421. Take
physic, doctor; Moralizing; Curiosity, 422. Sabbath morning;
Pictures of Napoleon; Libraries; Booing; Childlike temper; Pretty
spry, 423. The sea; Old Eben; Harvest time; Long Island ghosts,
571. Alleged lunatic; Musical elephant, 572. The Bible; New use
of a note of hand; The Ship of Death; Taste in tombstones;
Tennyson's Word-painting, 573. Western eloquence; John Bull of
old; Interrupting conversation, 575. Ollapod on October; The
Virtues too cheap, 704. Charms of the incomprehensible; Harriet
Martineau on love; The fire annihilator, 705. Originality;
Eccentricities of Swift; The Iron Duke in Rhyme; On
reminiscences, 706. Taking an interest; Determination of the
Will, 707. In France without French; Mrs. Ramsbottom; The
Disbanded Volunteer, 851. Baron Vondullbrainz; Domestic Remedies;
Dr. Johnson on Scotland, 852. Hopeful Pupils; Lord Timothy
Dexter; Adjutant-birds, 853. Dinner-giving; Keep cool; Peter
Funk; Titles of songs; John Bull as a beat-ee, 854.
EDITOR'S EASY CHAIR.
Ex cathedra; The commercial and romantic way of telling a thing,
707. The winning loser, 708. Equestrianism as a beautifyer, 709.
Advent of autumn; Retrospective and prospective; Hard times; The
Arctic expedition, 849. Catherine Hayes; Madame Thillon; Mrs.
Warner; Healy's Webster; The Art Union; Leutze's Washington
Crossing the Delaware; American clippers, 850. French gossip;
Borrel and his wife, 851. Albert Smith, 852.
EDITOR'S TABLE.
The indestructibleness of the religious principle in the human
soul, 701. Night as represented by the Poets: Homer, Apollonius
Rhodius, Virgil, Byron, Job, 702. Pedantic fallacies on
education, 703. Progression of Ancestry and Posterity, 704.
Westward course of empire, 851. Marriage: the nuptial torch,
woman's rights, divorces, 846. True Charity: St. Augustine
thereupon, 848.
Episode in the Life of John Rayner 510
Escape from a Mexican Quicksand 481
Execution of Fieschi, Pepin, and Morey 76
Fairy's Choice 800
Faquir's Curse 375
Fashions for June 143
Fashions for July 287
Fashions for August 431
Fashions for September 575
Fashions for October 719
Fashions for November 863
Feet-Washing in Munich 349
Floating Island 781
Fortunes of the Reverend Caleb Ellison 680
Francis's Life Boats and Life Cars. By JACOB ABBOTT 161
French Cottage Cookery 369
Frenchman in London 236
Gallop for Life 802
Hartley Coleridge 334
Highest House in Wathendale 521
Household of Sir Thomas More 42, 183, 310, 498, 623, 757
Hunter's Wife 388
Ice-Hill Party in Russia 66
Incident during the Mutiny of 1797 652
Incidents of Dueling 630
Incident of Indian Life 80
Infirmities of Genius 327
Joanna Baillie 88
Jeweled Watch 96
Joe Smith and the Mormons 64
Josephine at Malmaison 222
Joys and Sorrows of Lumbering 517
Lamartine on the Restoration 685
Last days of the Emperor Alexander 565
Last Priestess of Pele 354
LEAVES FROM PUNCH.
Tired of the World; Pleasure Trip of Messrs. Robinson and Jones;
A Perfect Wretch, 141. Facts and Comments by Mr. Punch;
Comparative Love; Taking the Census; Mysterious Machine, 285.
Experimental Philosophy; The Interesting Story; Elegant and
Rational Costume for Hot Weather; A Wet Day at a Country Inn;
Scene at the Sea-Side; Affecting rather; Real Enjoyment; A Taste
for the Beautiful; Singular Optical Delusion; A most alarming
Swelling; Sunbeams from Cucumbers; Much Ado about Nothing; Little
Lessons for Little Ladies, 425. Holding the Mirror up to Nature;
A Bite; Much too considerate; A Lesson on Patience; Development
of Taste, 717. Brother Jonathan's First Lesson in Shipbuilding;
Not a difficult thing to foretell; Curiosities of Medical
Experience; Retirement, 861.
Lima and the Limanians 598
LITERARY NOTICES.
Philosophy of Mathematics; Life of Algernon Sidney; Journal and
Letters of Henry Martyn; Cooper's Water Witch, 138. Mayhew's
London Labor, 139, 281, 856. Barry's Fruit Garden; Female Jesuit;
The Wife's Sister; Poems by Mrs. E.H. Evans; Dealings with the
Inquisition; Opdyke's Political Economy; Harper's New York and
Erie Railroad Guide, 139. Tuckerman's Characteristics of
Literature; The Gold-Worshipers; Mrs. Sigourney's Letters to my
Pupils; Maurice Tiernay; Willis's Hurry-Graphs; Eastbury;
Episodes of Insect Life, 280, 568, 855. Arthur's Works, 140.
Memoirs of Wordsworth; Hitchcock's Religion of Geology; The
Glens; Abbott's Cleopatra; Mrs. Browning's Poems, 280. Cosmos;
Martin's Ortheopist; The Heir of West-Wayland; A Grandmother's
Recollections; Ida; Colton's Land and Sea; De Felice's
Protestants in France; Warren's Para; Herbert's Life and
Writings, 281. Caleb Field; Dr. Spring's First Things; Yeast;
Taylor's Angel's Song; Stuart of Dunleath; Shakspeare
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ENGLAND AND GERMANY
BY
DR. E. J. DILLON
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY
THE HON. W. M. HUGHES, M.P. PRIME MINISTER OF AUSTRALIA
BRENTANO'S NEW YORK
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PRINCESS OF MONACO
THIS PARTIAL PRESENTMENT OF THE
BEGINNINGS OF A WORLD
CATACLYSM
INTRODUCTION
Behind any human institution there stand a few men--perhaps only one
man--who direct its movement, protect its interests, or serve as its
mouthpiece. This applies to nations. If we wish to know for what a
nation stands and what are its ideals and by what means it seeks to
realise them, we shall do well to know something of the men who lead
its people or express their feelings.
It is of vital importance that we should understand the attitude of
every one of the nations--both friends and enemies--involved in this
war. For in this way only can we know what is necessary to be done to
achieve victory.
And the remarkable man who has written this book knows those who lead
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ordinary men know their own townsmen.
Dr. Dillon has moved through the chancelleries of Europe. He has seen
and heard what has been denied to
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