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THE LIFE OF A CONSPIRATOR
[Illustration: SIR EVERARD DIGBY
_From a portrait belonging to W. R. M. Wynne, Esq. of Peniarth, Merioneth_]
THE LIFE OF A CONSPIRATOR
Being a Biography of Sir Everard Digby by One of His Descendants
by the author of
"A Life of Archbishop Laud," By a Romish Recusant, "The
Life of a Prig, by One," etc.
With Illustrations
London
Kegan Paul, Trench, Truebner & Co., Ltd.
Paternoster House, Charing Cross Road
1895
PREFACE
The chief difficulty in writing a life of Sir Everard Digby is to steer
clear of the alternate dangers of perverting it into a mere history of
the Gunpowder Plot, on the one hand, and of failing to say enough of
that great conspiracy to illustrate his conduct, on the other. Again, in
dealing with that plot, to condemn all concerned in it may seem like
kicking a dead dog to Protestants, and to Catholics like joining in one
of the bitterest and most irritating taunts to which they have been
exposed in this country throughout the last three centuries.
Nevertheless, I am not discouraged. The Gunpowder Plot is an historical
event about which the last word has not yet been said, nor is likely to
be said for some time to come; and monographs of men who were, either
directly or indirectly, concerned in it, may not be altogether useless
to those who desire to make a study of it. However faulty the following
pages may be in fact or in inference, they will not have been written in
vain if they have the effect of eliciting from others that which all
students of historical subjects ought most to desire--the Truth.
I wish to acknowledge most valuable assistance received from the Right
Rev. Edmund Knight, formerly Bishop of Shrewsbury, as well as from the
Rev. John Hungerford Pollen, S.J., who was untiring in his replies to my
questions on some very difficult points; but it is only fair to both of
them to say that the inferences they draw from the facts, which I have
brought forward, occasionally vary from my own. My thanks are also due
to that most able, most courteous, and most patient of editors, Mr Kegan
Paul, to say nothing of his services in the very different capacity of a
publisher, to Mr Wynne of Peniarth, for permission to photograph his
portrait of Sir Everard Digby, and to Mr Walter Carlile for information
concerning Gayhurst.
The names of the authorities of which I have made most use are given in
my footnotes; but I am perhaps most indebted to one whose name does not
appear the oftenest. The back-bone of every work dealing with the times
of the Stuarts must necessarily be the magnificent history of Mr Samuel
Rawson Gardiner.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
The portrait of Sir Everard Digby--Genealogy--His father a
literary man--His father's book--Was Sir Everard brought up a
Protestant?--At the Court of Queen Elizabeth--Persecution of
Catholics--Character of Sir Everard--Gothurst--Mary
Mulsho--Marriage--Knighthood 1-14
CHAPTER II.
Hospitality at Gothurst--Roger Lee--Sir Everard "Catholickly
inclined"--Country visiting 300 years ago--An absent
host--A good hostess--Wish to see a priest--Priest or
sportsman?--Father Gerard--Reception of Lady Digby--Question
of Underhandedness--Illness of Sir Everard--Conversion--Second
Illness--Impulsiveness of Sir Everard
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DIARY
OF
AN ENLISTED MAN
BY
LAWRENCE VAN ALSTYNE
SHARON, CONN.
NEW HAVEN, CONN.
THE TUTTLE, MOREHOUSE & TAYLOR COMPANY
1910
Copyrighted 1910
by
LAWRENCE VAN ALSTYNE
WITH LOVING REGARD
FOR THE MEMORY OF MY PARENTS
WHO WATCHED FOR AND EAGERLY READ THE DIARY
AS FROM TIME TO TIME IT CAME TO THEM
AND TO MY COMRADES-IN-ARMS
WHETHER LIVING OR DEAD
THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
PREFACE
In the multitude of books written about the Civil War, very little is
said of the enlisted man. His bravery and his loyalty
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The letters a-i, upper case and lower case, enclosed in square brackets
are script font. All other letters enclosed in square brackets are
rotated 180 degrees.
Letters preceded by a caret are superscript.
Characters enclosed by curly braces and underscore are subscript.
Italics delimited by underscores.
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Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.]
OMAHA SOCIOLOGY.
BY
REV. J. OWEN DORSEY.
Third Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology to the Secretary of
the Smithsonian Institution, 1881-82, Government Printing Office,
Washington, 1884, pages 205-370.
SIOUAN ALPHABET.
[This is given to explain the pronunciation of the Indian words in the
following paper]
a, as in _father_.
`a, an initially exploded a.
ă, as in _what_.
`ă, an initially exploded ă.
ä, as in _hat_.
c, as sh in _she_. See ś.
ᴐ, a medial _sh_, a sonant-surd.
¢ (Dakota letter), as _ch_ in _church_.
ç, as _th_ in _thin_.
[ç], a medial ç, sonant-surd.
¢, as _th_ in _the_.
e, as in _they_.
`e, an initially exploded e.
ě, as in _get_.
`ě, an initially exploded ě.
g, as in _go_.
ġ (in Dakota), _gh_. See x.
ḣ (in Dakota), _kh_, etc. See q.
i, as in _machine_.
`i, an initially exploded i.
ĭ, as in _pin_.
j, as _z_ in _azure_, or as _j_ in French _Jacques_.
ʞ, a medial k, a sonant-surd.
k', an exploded k.
ñ, as _ng_ in _sing_.
hn, its initial sound is expelled from the nostrils, and is scarcely
heard.
o, as in _no_.
`o, an initially exploded o.
[p], a medial b (or p), a sonant-surd.
p', an exploded p.
q, as German _ch_ in _ach_. See ḣ.
[s], a medial s (or z), a sonant-surd.
ś (in Dakota), as _sh_ in _she_. See c.
ʇ, a medial t, a sonant-surd.
t', an exploded t.
u, as _oo_ in _tool_.
`u, an initially exploded u.
ŭ, as _oo_ in _foot_.
ṵ, a sound between o and u.
ü, as in German _kühl_.
x, _gh_, or nearly the Arabic _ghain_. See ġ.
dj, as _j_ in _judge_.
tc, as _ch_ in _church_. See ć.
tc', an exploded tc.
ʇᴐ, a medial tᴐ, a sonant-surd.
ʇ[s], a medial ts, a sonant-surd.
ts', an exploded ts.
ź (in Dakota), as _z_ in _azure_, etc. See j.
ai, as in _aisle_.
au, as _ow_ in _cow_.
yu, as _u_ in _tune_.
The following have the ordinary English sounds: b, d, h, k, l, m, n, p,
r, s, t, w, y, and z. A superior n (^n) after a vowel nasalizes it. A
plus sign (+) after any letter prolongs it.
With the exception of the five letters taken from Riggs' Dakota
Dictionary, and used only in the Dakota words in this paper, the above
letters belong to the alphabet adopted by the Bureau of Ethnology.
CONTENTS.
Page.
CHAPTER I.--INTRODUCTION 211
Early migrations of the ₵egiha tribes 211
Subsequent migrations of the Omahas 213
Present state of the Omahas 214
CHAPTER II.--THE STATE 215
Differentiation of organs in the State 216
State classes 216
Servants 217
Corporations 218
CHAPTER III.--THE GENTILE SYSTEM 219
Tribal circles 219
The Omaha tribal circle 219
Rules for pitching the tents 220
The sacred tents 221
The sacred pipes 221
Gahige's account of the tradition of the pipes 222
A^n-ba-hebe's account of the same 222
Law of membership 225
The Weji^n cte or Elk gens 225
The Iñke-sabe or Black shoulder gens 228
The Hañga gens 233
The ₵atada gens 236
The Wasabe-hit`ajĭ subgens 236
The Wajiñga-¢atajĭ subgens 238
The [T]eda-it`ajĭ subgens 239
The [K]eï^n subgens 240
The Ka^nze gens 241
The Ma^n¢iñka-gaxe gens 242
The [T]e-sinde gens 244
The [T]a-[p]a or Deer-head gens 245
The Iñg¢e-jide gens 247
The Ictasanda gens 248
CHAPTER IV.--THE KINSHIP SYSTEM AND MARRIAGE LAWS 252
Classes of kinship 252
Consanguineous kinship 253
Affinities 255
Marriage laws 255
Whom a man or woman cannot marry 256
Whom a man or woman can marry 257
Importance of the subgentes 258
Remarriage 258
CHAPTER V.--DOMESTIC LIFE 259
Courtship and marriage customs 259
Domestic etiquette--bashfulness 262
Pregnancy 263
Children 265
Standing of women in society 266
Catamenia 267
Widows and widowers 267
Rights of parents and others 268
Personal habits, politeness, etc. 269
Meals, etc. 271
CHAPTER VI.--VISITING CUSTOMS 276
The_calumet_dance 276
CHAPTER VII.--INDUSTRIAL OCCUPATIONS 283
Hunting customs 283
Fishing customs 301
Cultivation of the ground 302
CHAPTER VIII.--INDUSTRIAL OCCUPATIONS (CONTINUED) 303
Food and its preparation 303
Clothing and its preparation 310
CHAPTER IX.--PROTECTIVE INDUSTRIES 312
War customs 312
Defensive warfare 312
Offensive warfare 315
CHAPTER X.--AMUSEMENTS AND CORPORATIONS 334
Games 334
Corporations 342
Feasting societies 342
Dancing societies 342
CHAPTER XI.--REGULATIVE INDUSTRIES 356
The government 356
Religion 363
CHAPTER XII.--THE LAW 364
Personal law 364
Property law 366
Corporation law 367
Government law 367
International law 368
Military law 368
Religious law 368
ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page.
PLATE XXX.--Map showing the migrations of the Omahas
and cognate tribes 212
XXXI.--Tent of Agaha-wacuce 237
XXXII.--Omaha system of consanguinities 253
XXXIII.--Omaha system of affinities 255
FIG. 12.--The Omaha tribal circle 220
13.--Places of the chiefs, &c., in the tribal assembly 224
14.--Iñke-sabe tent 230
15.--Iñke-sabe style of wearing the hair 230
16.--Iñke-sabe Gentile assembly 231
17.--The sacred pole 234
18.--Wasabe-hit`ajĭ style of wearing the hair 237
19.--[T]e-sinde style of wearing the hair 244
20.--The weawa^n or calumet pipe 277
21.--Rattles used in the pipe dance 278
22.--The Dakota style of tobacco pouch used by the Omahas
in the pipe dance 278
23.--The position of the pipes, the ear of corn, &c. 279
24.--Decoration of child's face 280
25.--Showing positions of the long tent, the pole, and rows
of "ʇa" within the tribal circle 295
26.--Figures of pumpkins 306
27.--The Webajabe 310
28.--The Weubaja^n 311
29.--Front view of the iron 311
30.--Old Ponka fort 314
31.--Diagram showing places of the guests, messengers, etc. 315
32.--The banañge 336
33.--The sticks 336
34.--Na^na^n au hă 336
35.--₵ab¢i^n au hă 337
36.--Diagram of the play-ground 337
37.--The stick used in playing [P]a¢i^n-jahe 338
38.--The wa¢igije 338
39.--The stick used in playing I^nti^n-buʇa 341
40.--The waq¢eq¢e `a^nsa 352
41.--The Ponka style of hañga-ʞi`a^nze 359
42.--The Omaha style of hañga-ʞi`a^nze 361
OMAHA SOCIOLOGY.
BY J. OWEN DORSEY.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTION.
§ 1. The Omaha Indians belong to the ₵egiha group of the Siouan family.
The ₵egiha group may be divided into the Omaha-₵egiha and the
Kwapa-₵egiha. In the former are four tribes, speaking three dialects,
while the latter consists of one tribe, the Kwapas. The dialects are as
follows: Pañka, spoken by the Pon
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been retained as printed. Words printed in italics are noted with
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The Story of a Confederate Boy in the Civil War
By
David E. Johnston
_of the 7th Virginia Infantry Regiment_
Author of "Middle New River Settlements"
With Introduction by
Rev. C. E. Cline, D.D.
A Methodist Minister and Chaplain of the
Military Order of the Loyal Legion, U.S.A.
COPYRIGHT, 1914
BY
DAVID E. JOHNSTON
PUBLISHED BY
GLASS & PRUDHOMME COMPANY
PORTLAND, OREGON
Preface
Some twenty-eight years ago I wrote and published a small book
recounting my personal experiences in the Civil War, but this book is
long out of print, and the publication exhausted. At the urgent request
of some of my old comrades who still survive, and of friends and my own
family, I have undertaken the task of rewriting and publishing this
story.
As stated in the preface to the former volume, the principal object of
this work is to record, largely from memory, and after the lapse of
many years (now nearly half a century) since the termination of the
war between the states of the Federal Union, the history, conduct,
character and deeds of the men who composed Company D, Seventh regiment
of Virginia infantry, and the part they bore in that memorable
conflict.
The chief motive which inspires this undertaking is to give some meager
idea of the Confederate soldier in the ranks, and of his individual
deeds of heroism, particularly of that patriotic, self-sacrificing,
brave company of men with whose fortunes and destiny my own were linked
for four long years of blood and carnage, and to whom during that
period I was bound by ties stronger than hooks of steel; whose
confidence and friendship I fully shared, and as fully reciprocated.
To the surviving members of that company, to the widows and children,
broken-hearted mothers, and to gray-haired, disconsolate fathers (if
such still live) of those who fell amidst the battle and beneath its
thunders, or perished from wounds or disease, this work is dedicated.
The character of the men who composed that company, and their deeds of
valor and heroism, will ever live, and in the hearts of our people will
be enshrined the names of the gallant dead as well as of the living, as
the champions of constitutional liberty. They will be held in grateful
remembrance by their own countrymen, appreciated and recognized by all
people of all lands, who admire brave deeds, true courage, and devotion
of American soldiers to cause and country.
For some of the dates and material I am indebted to comrades. I also
found considerable information from letters written by myself during
the war to a friend, not in the army, and not subject to military duty,
on account of sex; who, as I write, sits by me, having now (February,
1914), for a period of more than forty-six years been the sharer of my
joys, burdens and sorrows; whose only brother, George Daniel Pearis, a
boy of seventeen years, and a member of Bryan's Virginia battery, fell
mortally wounded in the battle of Cloyd's Farm, May 9, 1864.
DAVID E. JOHNSTON.
Portland, Oregon, May, 1914.
Introduction
The author of this book is my neighbor. He was a Confederate, and I a
Union soldier. Virginia born, he worked hard in youth. A country
lawyer, a member of the Senate of West Virginia, Representative in
Congress, and Circuit Judge, his life has been one of activity and
achievement. Blessed with a face and manner which disarm suspicion,
inspire confidence and good will, he makes new friends, and retains old
ones.
Judge Johnston (having through life practiced the virtues of a good
Baptist), is, therefore, morally sound to the core. He has succeeded,
not by luck or chance, but because of what he is. Withal, he has
cultivated the faculty for hard work; in fact, through life he has
liked nothing so well as hard work.
A vast good nature, running easily into jocular talk, with interesting
stories, in which he excels, he is able to meet every kind of man in
every rank of society, catching with unerring instinct the temper of
every individual and company where he is.
He is thoroughly American, and though having traveled extensively in
Europe and the East, he is not spoiled with aping foreigners, nor
"rattled" by their frivolous accomplishments. He is likewise an
experienced writer, being the author of the history of "Middle New
River Settlements, and Contiguous Territory," in Virginia and West
Virginia, a work of great value, which cost the author years of
persistent research.
This volume, "The
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A BLACK ADONIS.
by
ALBERT ROSS.
* * * * *
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By ALBERT ROSS
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New Sensation, A
Original Sinner, An
Out of Wedlock
Speaking of Ellen
Stranger Than Fiction
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Why I'm Single
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"Out of Wedlock," "Speaking of Ellen," "Thou Shalt Not,"
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"You see!" he answered, bitterly. "Because I am black I
cannot touch the hand of a woman that is white. And yet you
say the Almighty made of one blood all nations of the
earth!"--Page 212.
New York:
Copyright, 1896, by G. W. Dillingham.
G. W. Dillingham Co., Publishers.
[All rights reserved.]
CONTENTS.
Chapter Page
I. A Rejected Manuscript 9
II. "Was my story too bold?" 23
III. "Her feet were pink" 35
IV. With Titian Tresses 49
V. Studying Miss Millicent 65
VI. "How the women stare!" 79
VII. A Dinner at Midlands 93
VIII. Holding Her Hand 99
IX. "Daisy, my darling!" 110
X. "Oh, so many, many maids!" 121
XI. Archie Pays Attention 136
XII. Dining at Isaac's 143
XIII. A Question of Color 155
XIV. "Let us have a betrayal" 166
XV. The Green-Eyed Monster 177
XVI. "I've had such luck!" 190
XVII. A Burglar in the House 198
XVIII. Black and White 204
XIX. "Play out your farce" 215
XX. Like a Stuck Pig 226
XXI. "We want Millie to understand" 238
XXII. Where Was Daisy? 246
XXIII. An Awful Night 254
XXIV. "This ends it, then?" 263
XXV. An Undiscoverable Secret 273
XXVI. "I played, and I lost" 282
XXVII. Absolutely Blameless 292
XXVIII. Trapping a Wolf 301
XXIX. "The Greatest Novel" 309
TO MY READERS.
I do not know how better to use the space that the printer always leaves
me in this part of the book than to redeem the promise I made at the end
of my last novel, and tell you in a few words what became of Blanche
Brixton Fantelli and her husband.
But, do you really need to be told?
Could they have done anything else than live in connubial felicity,
after the man had proved himself so noble and the woman had learned to
appreciate him at his true worth?
Well, whether they could or not, they didn't. Blanche is the happiest of
wedded wives. She still holds to her theory that marriage is based on
wrong principles, and that the contract as ordinarily made is
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[Illustration: "I think my trunk is on this train," she
said.--_Page 7._]
MOLLY BROWN'S
FRESHMAN DAYS
By
NELL SPEED
_WITH FOUR HALF-TONE ILLUSTRATIONS
BY CHARLES L. WRENN_
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1912,
BY
HURST & COMPANY
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WELLINGTON 5
II. THEIR NEIGHBOR 19
III. THE PROFESSOR 32
IV. A BUSY DAY 46
V. THE KENTUCKY SPREAD 62
VI. KNOTTY PROBLEMS 75
VII. AN INCIDENT OF THE COFFEE CUPS 86
VIII. CONCERNING CLUBS,--AND A TEA PARTY 99
IX. RUMORS AND MYSTERIES 115
X. JOKES AND CROAKS 130
XI. EXMOOR COLLEGE 140
XII. SUNDAY MORNING BREAKFAST 152
XIII. TRICKERY 164
XIV. AN INSPIRATION 177
XV. PLANNING AND WISHING 188
XVI. THE MCLEAN SUPPER 204
XVII. A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE 216
XVIII. THE FOOTBALL GAME 230
XIX. THREE FRIENDS 241
XX. MISS STEEL 255
XXI. A BACHELOR'S POCKET 266
XXII. CHRISTMAS--MID-YEARS--AND THE WANDERTHIRST 276
XXIII. SOPHOMORES AT LAST 291
ILLUSTRATIONS
"I think my trunk is on this train," she said. _Frontispiece_
PAGE
"I wish you would tell me your receipt for making friends,
Molly," exclaimed Nance. 51
"I'm scared to death," she announced. Then she struck a
chord and began. 60
It was quite the custom for girls to prepare breakfasts in
their rooms. 152
Molly Brown's Freshman Days
CHAPTER I.
WELLINGTON.
"Wellington! Wellington!" called the conductor.
The train drew up at a platform, and as if by magic a stream of girls
came pouring out of the pretty stucco station with its sloping red
roof and mingled with another stream of girls emptying itself from the
coaches. Everywhere appeared girls,--leaping from omnibuses; hurrying
down the gravel walk from the village; hastening along the University
drive; girls on foot; girls on bicycles; girls running, and girls
strolling arm in arm.
Few of them wore hats; many of them wore sweaters and short walking
skirts of white duck or serge, and across the front of each sweater was
embroidered a large "W" in cadet blue, the mystic color of Wellington
University.
In the midst of a shouting, gesticulating mob stood Mr. Murphy, baggage
master, smiling good naturedly.
"Now, young ladies, one at a time, please. We've brought down all the
baggage left over by the 9.45. If your trunk ain't on this train, it'll
come on the next. All in good time, please."
A tall girl with auburn hair and deep blue eyes approached the group.
There was a kind of awkward grace about her, the grace which was hers by
rights and the awkwardness which comes of growing too fast. She wore a
shabby brown homespun suit, a shade darker than her hair, and on her
head was an old brown felt which had plainly seen service the year
before.
But knotted at her neck was a tie of burnt-orange silk which seemed to
draw attention away from the shiny seams and frayed hem and to cry
aloud:
"Look at me. I am the color of a winter sunset. Never mind the other old
togs."
Surely there was something very brave and jaunty about this young girl
who now pushed her way through the crowd of students and endeavored to
engage the attention of the baggage-master.
"I think my trunk was on this train," she said timidly. "I hope it is.
It came from Louisville to Philadelphia safely, and when I re-checked it
they told me it would be on this train."
Now, Murphy, the baggage master, had his own peculiar method of
conducting business, and it was strictly a partial and prejudiced one.
If he liked the face
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APU OLLANTAY
A Drama Of The Time Of The Incas
Sovereigns Of Peru
About A.D. 1470
First Reduced To Writing By Dr. Valdez, Cuba Of Sicuani A.D. 1770
The Original Manuscript Copied By Dr. Justo Pastor Justiniani
This Justiniani Text Copied At Laris, In April 1863, By Clements R. Markham
A Free Translation Into English By Sir Clements Markham, K.C.B. [1910]
INTRODUCTION
The drama was cultivated by the Incas, and dramatic performances were
enacted before them. Garcilasso de la Vega, Molina, and Salcamayhua
are the authorities who received and have recorded the information given
by the Amautas respecting the Inca drama. Some of these dramas, and
portions of others, were preserved in the memories of members of Inca
and Amauta families. The Spanish priests, especially the Jesuits of
Juli, soon discovered the dramatic aptitude of the people. Plays were
composed and acted, under priestly auspices, which contained songs and
other fragments of the ancient Inca drama. These plays were called
'Autos Sacramentales.'
But complete Inca dramas were also preserved in the memories of members
of the Amauta caste and, until the rebellion of 1781, they were acted.
The drama of Ollantay was first reduced to writing and arranged for
acting by Dr. Don Antonio Valdez, the Cura of Tinto. It was acted
before his friend Jose Gabriel Condorcanqui[1] in about 1775. Taking
the name of his maternal ancestor, the Inca Tupac Amaru, the ill-fated
Condorcanqui rose in rebellion, was defeated, taken, and put to death
under torture, in the great square of Cuzco. In the monstrous sentence
'the representation of dramas as well as all other festivals which the
Indians celebrate in memory of their Incas' was prohibited.[2] This
is a clear proof that before 1781 these Quichua dramas were acted.
The original manuscript of Valdez was copied by his friend Don Justo
Pastor Justiniani, and this copy was inherited by his son. There was
another copy in the convent of San Domingo at Cuzco, but it is corrupt,
and there are several omissions and mistakes of a copyist. Dr. Valdez
died, at a very advanced age, in 1816. In 1853 the original manuscript
was in the possession of his nephew and heir, Don Narciso Cuentas of
Tinta.
The Justiniani copy was, in 1853, in the possession of Dr. Don Pablo
Justiniani, Cura of Laris, and son of Don Justo Pastor Justiniani. He
is a descendant of the Incas.[3] In April 1853 I went to Laris, a
secluded valley of the Andes, and made a careful copy of the drama of
Ollantay. From this Justiniani text my first very faulty line-for-line
translation was made in 1871, as well as the present free translation.
The first printed notice of Ollantay appeared in the Museo Erudito, Nos.
5 to 9, published at Cuzco in 1837, and edited by Don Jose Palacios.
The next account of the drama, with extracts, was in the 'Antiguedades
Peruanas,' a work published in 1851 jointly by Dr. von Tschudi and Don
Mariaiao Rivero of Arequipa. The complete text, from the copy in the
convent of San Domingo at Cuzco, was first published at Vienna in 1853
by Dr. von Tschudi in his 'Die Kechua Sprache. It was obtained for him
by Dr. Ruggendas of Munich. The manuscript was a corrupt version, and
in very bad condition, in parts illegible from damp. In 1868 Don Jose
Barranca published a Spanish translation, from the Dominican text of von
Tschudi. The learned Swiss naturalist, von Tschudi, published a revised
edition of his translation at Vienna in 1875, with a parallel German
translation. In 1871 I printed the Justiniani text with a literal,
line-for-line translation, but with many mistakes, since corrected; and
in 1874, a Peruvian, Don Jose Fernandez Nodal, published the Quichua
text with a Spanish translation.
In 1878 Gavino Pacheco Zegarra published his version of Ollantay, with a
free translation in French. His text is a manuscript of the drama which
he found in his uncle's library. Zegarra, as a native of Peru whose
language was Quichua, had great advantages. He was a very severe, and
often unfair, critic of his predecessors.
The work of Zegarra is, however, exceedingly valuable. He was not only
a Quichua scholar, but also accomplished and well read. His notes on
special words and on the construction of sentences are often very
interesting. But his conclusions respecting several passages which are
in the Justiniani text, but not in the others, are certainly erroneous.
Thus he entirely spoils the dialogue between the Uillac Uma and Piqui
Chaqui by omitting the humorous part contained in the Justiniani text;
and makes other similar omissions merely because the passages are not in
his text. Zegarra gives a useful vocabulary at the end of all the words
which occur in the drama.
The great drawback to the study of Zegarra's work is that he invented a
number of letters to express the various modifications of sound as they
appealed to his ear. No one else can use them, while they render the
reading of his own works difficult and intolerably tiresome.
The last publication of a text of Ollantay was by the Rev. J. H. Gybbon
Spilsbury, at Buenos Ayres in 1907, accompanied by Spanish, English, and
French translations in parallel columns.
There is truth in what Zegarra says, that the attempts to translate line
for line, by von Tschudi and myself, 'fail to convey a proper idea of
the original drama to European readers, the result being alike contrary
to the genius of the modern languages of Europe and to that of the
Quichua language.' Zegarra accordingly gives a very free translation in
French.
In the present translation I believe that I have always preserved the
sense of the original, without necessarily binding myself to the words.
The original is in octosyllabic lines. Songs and important speeches are
in quatrains of octosyllabic lines, the first and last rhyming, and the
second and third. I have endeavoured to keep to octosyllabic lines as
far as possible, because they give a better idea of the original; and I
have also tried to preserve the form of the songs and speeches.
The drama opens towards the close of the reign of the Inca Pachacuti,
the greatest of all the Incas, and the scene is laid at Cuzco or at
Ollantay-tampu, in the valley of the Vilcamayu. The story turns on the
love of a great chief, but not of the blood-royal, with a daughter of
the Inca. This would not have been prohibited in former reigns, for the
marriage of a sister by the sovereign or his heir, and the marriage of
princesses only with princes of the blood-royal, were rules first
introduced by Pachacuti.[4] His imperial power and greatness led him
to endeavour to raise the royal family far above all others.
The play opens with a dialogue between Ollantay and Piqui Chaqui, his
page, a witty and humorous lad. Ollantay talks of his love for the
Princess Cusi Coyllur, and wants Piqui Chaqui to take a message to her,
while the page dwells on the danger of loving in such a quarter, and
evades the question of taking a message. Then to them enters the Uillac
Uma, or High Priest of the Sun, who remonstrates with Ollantay--a scene
of great solemnity, and very effective.
The next scene is in the Queen's palace. Anahuarqui, the Queen, is
discovered with the Princess Cusi Coyllur, who bitterly laments the
absence of Ollantay. To them enters the Inca Pachacuti, quite ignorant
that his daughter has not only married Ollantay in secret, but that she
is actually with child by him. Her mother keeps her secret. The Inca
indulges in extravagant expressions of love for his daughter. Then boys
and girls enter dancing and singing a harvest song. Another very
melancholy yarahui is sung; both capable of being turned by the Princess
into presages of the fate of herself and her husband.
In the third scene Ollantay prefers his suit to the Inca Pachacuti in
octosyllabic quatrains, the first and last lines rhyming, and the second
and third. His suit is rejected with scorn and contempt. Ollantay next
appears on the heights above Cuzco. In a soliloquy he declares himself
the implacable enemy of Cuzco and the Inca. Then Piqui Chaqui arrives
with the news that the Queen's palace is empty, and abandoned, and that
Cusi Coyllur has quite disappeared; while search is being made for
Ollantay. While they are together a song is sung behind some rocks, in
praise of Cusi Coyllur's beauty. Then the sound of clarions and people
approaching is heard, and Ollantay and Piqui Chaqui take to flight. The
next scene finds the Inca enraged at the escape of Ollantay, and
ordering his general Rumi-naui to march at once, and make him prisoner.
To them enters a chasqui, or messenger, bringing the news that Ollantay
has collected a great army at Ollantay-tampu, and that the rebels have
proclaimed him Inca.
The second act opens with a grand scene in the hall of the
fortress-palace of Ollantay-tampu. Ollantay is proclaimed Inca by the
people, and he appoints the Mountain Chief, Urco Huaranca, general of
his army. Urco Huaranca explains the dispositions he has made to oppose
the army advancing from Cuzco, and his plan of defence. In the next
scene Rumi-naui, as a fugitive in the mountains, describes his defeat
and the complete success of the strategy of Ollantay and Urco Huaranca.
His soliloquy is in the octosyllabic quatrains. The last scene of the
second act is in the gardens of the Convent of Virgins of the Sun. A
young girl is standing by a gate which opens on the street. This, as
afterwards appears, is Yma Sumac, the daughter of Ollantay and Cusi
Coyllur, aged ten, but ignorant of her parentage. To her enters Pitu
Salla, an attendant, who chides her for being so fond of looking out at
the gate. The conversation which follows shows that Yma Sumac detests
the convent and refuses to take the vows. She also has heard the moans
of some sufferer, and importunes Pitu Salla to tell her who it is. Yma
Sumac goes as Mama Ccacca enters and cross examines Pitu Salla on her
progress in persuading Yma Sumac to adopt convent life. This Mama
Ccacca is one of the Matrons or Mama Cuna, and she is also the jailer of
Cusi Coyllur.
The third act opens with an amusing scene between the Uillac Uma and
Piqui Chaqui, who meet in a street in Cuzco. Piqui Chaqui wants to get
news, but to tell nothing, and in this he succeeds. The death of Inca
Pachacuti is announced to him, and the accession of Tupac Yupanqui, and
with this news he departs.
Next there is an interview between the new Inca Tupac Yupanqui, the
Uillac Uma, and the defeated general Rumi-naui, who promises to retrieve
the former disaster and bring the rebels to Cuzco, dead or alive. It
after wards appears that the scheme of Rumi-naui was one of treachery.
He intended to conceal his troops in eaves and gorges near
Ollantay-tampu ready to rush in, when a signal was made. Rumi-naui then
cut and slashed his face, covered himself with mud, and appeared at the
gates of Ollantay-tampu, declaring that he had received this treatment
from the new Inca, and imploring protection.[5] Ollantay received him
with the greatest kindness and hospitality. In a few days Ollantay and
his people celebrated the Raymi or great festival of the sun with much
rejoicing and drinking. Rumi-naui pretended to join in the festivities,
but when most of them were wrapped in drunken sleep, he opened the
gates, let in his own men, and made them all prisoners.
There is next another scene in the garden of the convent, in which Yma
Sumac importunes Pitu Salla to tell her the secret of the prisoner.
Pitu Salla at last yields and opens a stone door. Cusi Coyllur is
discovered, fastened to a wall, and in a dying state. She had been
imprisoned, by order of her father, Inca Pachacuti on the birth of Yma
Sumac. She is restored with food and water, and the relationship is
discovered when Cusi Coyllur hears the child's name, for she had given
it to her.
Next the Inca Tupac Yupanqui is discovered in the great hall of his
palace, seated on his tiana or throne, with the Uillac Uma in
attendance. To them enters a chasqui, or messenger, who describes the
result of Rumi-naui's treachery in octosyllabic quatrains. Rumi-naui
himself enters and receives the thanks of his sovereign. Then the
prisoners are brought in guarded-Ollantay, Hanco Huayllu, Urco Huaranca,
and Piqui Chaqui. The Inca upbraids them for their treason. He then
asks the Uillac Uma for his judgment. The High Priest recommends mercy.
Rumi-naui advises immediate execution: The Inca seems to concur and they
are ordered off, when suddenly the Inca cries 'Stop.' He causes them
all to be released, appoints Ollantay to the highest post in the empire
next to himself, and Urco Huaranca to a high command. There are
rejoicings, and in the midst of it all Yma Sumac forces her way into the
hall, and throws herself at the Inca's feet, entreating him to save her
mother from death. The Inca hands over the matter to Ollantay, but this
Yma Sumac will not have, and, the Uillac Uma intervening, the Inca
consents to go with the child.
The final scene is in the gardens of the convent. The Inca enters with
Yma Sumac, followed by the whole strength of the company. Mama Ccacca
is ordered to open the stone door and Cusi Coyllur is brought out. She
proves to be the sister of the Inca and the wife of Ollantay. There are
explanations, and all ends happily.
Of the antiquity of the drama of Ollantay there is now no question.
General Mitre wrote an elaborate paper on its authenticity, raising
several points to prove that it was of modern origin. But every point
he raised has been satisfactorily refuted. At the same time there are
many other points, some of them referred to by Zegarra, which establish
the antiquity of the drama beyond any doubt. The antiquity of the name
Ollantay-tampu, applied to the fortress in memory of the drama, is
proved by its use in the narratives of Molina (1560) and of Salcamayhua.
An able review of the literature connected with the drama of Ollantay
was written by Don E. Larrabure y Unanue, the present Vice-President of
Peru, who considers that Ollantay would make a good acting play with
magnificent scenic effects.
MS. TEXTS.
1. The original text of Valdez. In 1853 the property of Don Narciso
Cuentas of Tinta, heir of Dr. Valdez.
2. The Justiniani text. In 1853 at Laris. Copy of the Valdez text.
3. Markham's copy of the Justiniani text (printed 1871).
4. Rosas copy of the Justiniani text.
5. Copy in the convent of San Domingo at Cuzco (the Dominican text).
6. Von Tschudi's copy of the Dominican text (printed 1853).
7. Text of Zegarra (printed 1878).
8. Second text of von Tschudi.
9. Text of Spilsbury.
10. Text of Sahuaraura penes Dr. Gonzalez de la Rosa.
There is light thrown upon the name Ollantay by the evidence taken
during the journey of the Viceroy Toledo from Jauja to Cuzco, from
November 1570 to March 1571. He wanted information respecting the
origin of the Inca government, and 200 witnesses were examined, the
parentage or lineage of each witness being recorded. Among these we
find six witnesses of the Antasayac ayllu. Sayac means a station or
division, Anta is a small town near Cuzco. The names of the six Ant
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Soldiers’ Stories of the War
Edited by
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INTRODUCTION
The narratives in this volume, which is a companion to my _Soldiers’
Stories of the War_, are told on exactly the same lines as those which
were adopted for that collection. There was a personal interview to
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_Newly set forth_
_by_
ALICE MORSE EARLE
_A BOOK OF_
THE SWEET O' THE YEAR
"_Life is sweet, brother! There's day and night, brother!
both sweet things: sun, moon and stars, brother! all
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[Illustration: TO MY DAUGHTER
ALICE CLARY EARLE
TO WHOSE KNOWLEDGE OF FLOWERS
AND LOVE OF FLOWER LORE
I OWE MANY PAGES OF THIS BOOK....]
Contents
CHAPTER PAGE
I. COLONIAL GARDEN-MAKING 1
II. FRONT DOORYARDS 38
III. VARIED GARDENS FAIR 54
IV. BOX EDGINGS 91
V. THE HERB GARDEN 107
VI. IN LILAC TIDE 132
VII. OLD FLOWER FAVORITES 161
VIII. COMFORT ME WITH APPLES 192
IX. GARDENS OF THE POETS 215
X. THE CHARM OF COLOR 233
XI. THE BLUE FLOWER BORDER 252
XII. PLANT NAMES 280
XIII. TUSSY-MUSSIES 296
XIV. JOAN SILVER-PIN 309
XV. CHILDHOOD IN A GARDEN 326
XVI. MEETIN' SEED AND SABBATH DAY POSIES 341
XVII. SUN-DIALS 353
XVIII. GARDEN FURNISHINGS 383
XIX. GARDEN BOUNDARIES 399
XX. A MOONLIGHT GARDEN 415
XXI. FLOWERS OF MYSTERY 433
XXII. ROSES OF YESTERDAY 459
INDEX 479
List of Illustrations
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_A New Orchard and Garden_, William Lawson, 1608.
The chapter initials are from old wood-cut initials in the English
Herbals of Gerarde, Parkinson, and Cole.
PAGE
_Garden of Johnson Mansion, Germantown. Photographed
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MASTER FRANCIS RABELAIS
FIVE BOOKS OF THE LIVES, HEROIC DEEDS AND SAYINGS OF
GARGANTUA AND HIS SON PANTAGRUEL
[Illustration: He Did Cry Like a Cow--frontispiece]
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Translated into English by
Sir Thomas Urquhart of Cromarty
and
Peter Antony Motteux
The text of the first Two Books of Rabelais has been reprinted from the
first edition (1653) of Urquhart's translation. Footnotes initialled 'M.'
are drawn from the Maitland Club edition (1838); other footnotes are by the
translator. Urquhart's translation of Book III. appeared posthumously in
1693, with a new edition of Books I. and II., under Motteux's editorship.
Motteux's rendering of Books IV. and V. followed in 1708. Occasionally (as
the footnotes indicate) passages omitted by Motteux have been restored from
the 1738 copy edited by Ozell.
[Illustration: Rabelais Dissecting Society--portrait2]
CONTENTS.
[Illustration: Francois Rabelais--portrait]
Introduction.
Had Rabelais never written his strange and marvellous romance, no one would
ever have imagined the possibility of its production. It stands outside
other things--a mixture of mad mirth and gravity, of folly and reason, of
childishness and grandeur, of the commonplace and the out-of-the-way, of
popular verve and polished humanism, of mother-wit and learning, of
baseness and nobility, of personalities and broad generalization, of the
comic and the serious, of the impossible and the familiar. Throughout the
whole there is such a force of life and thought, such a power of good
sense, a kind of assurance so authoritative, that he takes rank with the
greatest; and his peers are not many. You may like him or not, may attack
him or sing his praises, but you cannot ignore him. He is of those that
die hard. Be as fastidious as you will; make up your mind to recognize
only those who are, without any manner of doubt, beyond and above all
others; however few the names you keep, Rabelais' will always remain.
We may know his work, may know it well, and admire it more every time we
read it. After being amused by it, after having enjoyed it, we may return
again to study it and to enter more fully into its meaning. Yet there is
no possibility of knowing his own life in the same fashion. In spite of
all the efforts, often successful, that have been made to throw light on
it, to bring forward a fresh document, or some obscure mention in a
forgotten book, to add some little fact, to fix a date more precisely, it
remains nevertheless full of uncertainty and of gaps. Besides, it has been
burdened and sullied by all kinds of wearisome stories and foolish
anecdotes, so that really there is more to weed out than to add.
This injustice, at first wilful, had its rise in the sixteenth century, in
the furious attacks of a monk of Fontevrault, Gabriel de Puy-Herbault, who
seems to have drawn his conclusions concerning the author from the book,
and, more especially, in the regrettable satirical epitaph of Ronsard,
piqued, it is said, that the Guises had given him only a little pavillon in
the Forest of Meudon, whereas the presbytery was close to the chateau.
From that time legend has fastened on Rabelais, has completely travestied
him, till, bit by bit, it has made of him a buffoon, a veritable clown, a
vagrant, a glutton, and a drunkard.
The likeness of his person has undergone a similar metamorphosis. He has
been credited with a full moon of a face, the rubicund nose of an
incorrigible toper, and thick coarse lips always apart because always
laughing. The picture would have surprised his friends no less than
himself. There have been portraits painted of Rabelais; I have seen many
such. They are all of the seventeenth century, and the greater number are
conceived in this jovial and popular style.
As a matter of fact there is only one portrait of him that counts, that has
more than the merest chance of being authentic, the one in the Chronologie
collee or coupee. Under this double name is known and cited a large sheet
divided by lines and cross lines into little squares, containing about a
hundred heads of illustrious Frenchmen. This
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WANDA
BY
OUIDA
_'Doch!--alles was dazu mich trieb_;
_Gott!--war so gut, ach, war so lieb!_'
Goethe
IN THREE VOLUMES
VOL. I.
London
CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY
1873
TO
'A PERFECT WOMAN, NOBLY PLANN'D'
WALPURGA, LADY PAGET
NÉE
COUNTESS VON HOHENTHAL
This book is inscribed
IN ADMIRATION AND AFFECTION
WANDA.
PROEM.
Doch--alles was dazu mich trieb,
Gott! war so gut! ach, war so lieb!--GOETHE.
Towards the close of a summer's day in Russia a travelling carriage was
compelled to pause before a little village whilst a smith rudely mended
its broken wheel. The hamlet was composed of a few very poor dwellings
grouped around a large low horse-shoe shaped building, which was the
manorial mansion of the absent proprietor. It was gloomy, and dropping
to decay; its many windows were barred and shuttered; the grass grew in
its courts, and flowering weeds had time to seed and root themselves
on its whitewashed walls.
Around it the level ground was at this season covered with green
wheat, spreading for leagues on leagues, and billowing and undulating
under the wind that blew from the steppes, like the green sea which it
resembled. Farther on were woods of larch and clumps of willow; and in
the distance, across the great plain to the
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CAMBRIDGE: DEIGHTON, BELL AND CO.
NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN CO.
BOMBAY: A. H. WHEELER AND CO.
THE LIVES AND OPINIONS OF
EMINENT PHILOSOPHERS
BY
DIOGENES LAËRTIUS.
LITERALLY TRANSLATED
BY C. D. YONGE, M.A.,
_Fellow of the Royal University of London;
Regius Professor of English Literature and Modern
History, Queen’s College, Belfast._
[Illustration]
LONDON
G. BELL AND SONS, LTD
1915
[_Reprinted from Stereotype plates._]
CONTENTS.
PAGE.
PREFACE 1
BOOK I.
INTRODUCTION 3
THALES 14
SOLON 23
CHILO 32
PITTACUS 35
BIAS 38
CLEOBULUS 41
PERIANDER 43
ANACHARSIS, THE SCYTHIAN 46
MYSON 49
EPIMENIDES 50
PHERECYDES 53
BOOK II.
ANAXIMANDER 57
ANAXIMENES 57
ARCHELAUS 62
SOCRATES 63
XENOPHON 75
ÆSCHINES 79
ARISTIPPUS 81
PHÆDO 96
EUCLIDES 97
STILPO 100
CRITO 103
SIMON 104
GLAUCO 104
SIMIAS 105
CEBES 105
MENEDEMUS 105
BOOK III.
PLATO 113
BOOK IV.
SPEUSIPPUS 152
XENOCRATES 154
POLEMO 158
CRATES 160
CRANTOR 161
ARCESILAUS 163
BION 171
LACYDES 176
CARNEADES 177
CLITOMACHUS 178
BOOK V.
ARISTOTLE 181
THEOPHRASTUS 194
STRATO 202
LYCON 205
DEMETRIUS 209
HERACLIDES 213
BOOK VI.
ANTISTHENES 217
DIOGENES 224
MONIMUS 248
ONESICRITUS 249
CRATES 249
METROCLES 253
HIPPARCHIA 254
MENIPPUS 256
MENEDEMUS 257
BOOK VII.
ZENO 259
ARISTON 318
HERILLUS 320
DIONYSIUS 321
CLEANTHES 322
SPHÆRUS 326
CHRYSIPPUS 327
BOOK VIII.
PYTHAGORAS 338
EMPEDOCLES 359
EPICHARMUS 368
ARCHYTAS 369
ALCMÆON 371
HIPPASUS 371
PHILOLAUS 372
EUDOXUS 372
BOOK IX.
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GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXIII. PHILADELPHIA, NOVEMBER, 1848. NO. 5.
THE BRIDE OF FATE.
A TALE: FOUNDED UPON EVENTS IN THE EARLY HISTORY OF VENICE.
BY W. GILMORE SIMMS.
It was a glad day in Venice. The eve of the feast of the Purification
had arrived, and all those maidens of the Republic, whose names had
been written in the "Book of Gold," were assembled with their parents,
their friends and lovers--a beautiful and joyous crowd--repairing, in
the gondolas provided by the Republic, to the church of San Pietro de
Castella, at Olivolo, which was the residence of the Patriarch. This
place was on the extreme verge of the city, a beautiful and isolated
spot, its precincts almost without inhabitants, a ghostly and small
priesthood excepted, whose grave habits and taciturn seclusion seemed
to lend an additional aspect of solitude to the neighborhood. It was,
indeed, a solitary and sad-seeming region, which, to the thoughtless
and unmeditative, might be absolutely gloomy. But it was not the less
lovely as a place suited equally for the picturesque and the
thoughtful; and, just now, it was very far from gloomy or solitary.
The event which was in hand was decreed to enliven it in especial
degree, and, in its consequences, to impress its characteristics on
the memory for long generations after. It was the day of St. Mary's
Eve--a day set aside from immemorial time for a great and peculiar
festival. All, accordingly, was life and joy in the sea republic. The
marriages of a goodly company of the high-born, the young and the
beautiful, were to be celebrated on this occasion, and in public,
according to the custom. Headed by the Doge himself, Pietro Candiano,
the city sent forth its thousands. The ornamented gondolas plied
busily from an early hour in the morning, from the city to Olivolo;
and there, amidst music and merry gratulations of friends and kindred,
the lovers disembarked. They were all clad in their richest array.
Silks, which caught their colors from the rainbow, and jewels that had
inherited, even in their caverns, their beauties from the sun and
stars, met the eye in all directions. Wealth had put on all its
riches, and beauty, always modest, was not satisfied with her
intrinsic loveliness. All that could delight the eye, in personal
decorations and nuptial ornaments, was displayed to the eager gaze of
curiosity, and, for a moment, the treasures of the city were
transplanted to the solitude and waste.
But gorgeous and grand as was the spectacle, and joyous as was the
crowd, there were some at the festival, some young, throbbing hearts,
who, though deeply interested in its proceedings, felt any thing but
gladness. While most of the betrothed thrilled only with rapturous
anticipations that might have been counted in the strong pulsations
that made the bosom heave rapidly beneath the close pressure of the
virgin zone, there were yet others, who felt only that sad sinking of
the heart which declares nothing but its hopelessness and desolation.
There were victims to be sacrificed as well as virgins to be made
happy, and girdled in by thousands of the brave and goodly--by golden
images and flaunting banners, and speaking symbols--by music and by
smiles--there were more hearts than one that longed to escape from
all, to fly away to some far solitude, where the voices of such a joy
as was now present could vex the defrauded soul no more. As the fair
procession moved onward and up through the gorgeous avenues of the
cathedral to the altar-place, where stood the venerable Patriarch in
waiting for their coming, in order to begin the solemn but grateful
rites, you might have marked, in the crowding column, the face of one
meek damsel, which declared a heart very far removed from hope or
joyful expectation. Is that tearful eye--is that pallid cheek--that
lip, now so tremulously convulsed--are these proper to one going to a
bridal, and that her own? Where is her anticipated joy? It is not in
that despairing vacancy of face--not in that feeble, faltering, almost
fainting footstep--not, certainly, in any thing that we behold about
the maiden, unless we seek it in the rich
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A WONDER BOOK
AND
TANGLEWOOD TALES
FOR GIRLS AND BOYS
BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
WITH PICTURES BY
MAXFIELD PARRISH
NEW YORK
DUFFIELD & COMPANY
MCMX
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY DUFFIELD & COMPANY
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
[Illustration: JASON AND THE TALKING OAK
(From the original in the collection of Austin M. Purves, Esqu're
Philadelphia)]
Preface
The author has long been of opinion that many of the classical myths
were capable of being rendered into very capital reading for children.
In the little volume here offered to the public, he has worked up half a
dozen of them, with this end in view. A great freedom of treatment was
necessary to his plan; but it will be observed by every one who attempts
to render these legends malleable in his intellectual furnace, that they
are marvellously independent of all temporary modes and circumstances.
They remain essentially the same, after changes that would affect the
identity of almost anything else.
He does not, therefore, plead guilty to a sacrilege, in having sometimes
shaped anew, as his fancy dictated, the forms that have been hallowed by
an antiquity of two or three thousand years. No epoch of time can claim
a copyright in these immortal fables. They seem never to have been made;
and certainly, so long as man exists, they can never perish; but, by
their indestructibility itself, they are legitimate subjects for every
age to clothe with its own garniture of manners and sentiment, and to
imbue with its own morality. In the present version they may have lost
much of their classical aspect (or, at all events, the author has not
been careful to preserve it), and have, perhaps, assumed a Gothic or
romantic guise.
In performing this pleasant task,--for it has been really a task fit for
hot weather, and one of the most agreeable, of a literary kind, which
he ever undertook,--the author has not always thought it necessary to
write downward, in order to meet the comprehension of children. He has
generally suffered the theme to soar, whenever such was its tendency,
and when he himself was buoyant enough to follow without an effort.
Children possess an unestimated sensibility to whatever is deep or high,
in imagination or feeling, so long as it is simple, likewise. It is only
the artificial and the complex that bewilder them.
LENOX, _July 15, 1851_.
Contents
A Wonder Book for Girls and Boys
The Gorgon's Head
The Golden Touch
The Paradise of Children
The Three Golden Apples
The Miraculous Pitcher
The Chimaera
Tanglewood Tales
The Wayside--_Introductory_
The Minotaur
The Pygmies
The Dragon's Teeth
Circe's Palace
The Pomegranate Seeds
The Golden Fleece
Illustrations
JASON AND THE TALKING OAK
PANDORA
ATLAS
BELLEROPHON BY THE FOUNTAIN OF PIRENE
THE FOUNTAIN OF PIRENE
CADMUS SOWING THE DRAGON'S TEETH
CIRCE'S PALACE
PROSERPINA
JASON AND HIS TEACHER
THE ARGONAUTS IN QUEST OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE
A Wonder Book
THE GORGON'S HEAD
Tanglewood Porch
_Introductory to "The Gorgon's Head"_
Beneath the porch of the country-seat called Tanglewood, one fine
autumnal morning, was assembled a merry party of little folks, with a
tall youth in the midst of them. They had planned a nutting expedition,
and were impatiently waiting for the mists to roll up the hill-<DW72>s,
and for the sun to pour the warmth of the Indian summer over the fields
and pastures, and into the nooks of the many- woods. There was a
prospect of as fine a day as ever gladdened the aspect of this beautiful
and comfortable world. As yet, however, the morning mist filled up the
whole length and breadth of the valley, above which, on a gently sloping
eminence, the mansion stood.
This body of white vapor extended to within less than a hundred yards of
the house. It completely hid everything beyond that distance, except a
few ruddy or yellow tree-tops, which here and there emerged, and were
glorified by the early sunshine, as was likewise the broad surface of
the mist. Four or five miles off to the southward rose the summit of
Monument Mountain, and seemed to be floating on a cloud. Some fifteen
miles farther away, in the same direction, appeared the loftier Dome of
T
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French words have not been modernized or corrected.
(note of transcriber)]
THE PEARL OF THE
ANTILLES
OR
_AN ARTIST IN CUBA_
BY
WALTER GOODMAN
HENRY S. KING & CO. 65 CORNHILL & 12 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON 1873
(_All rights reserved_)
TO
MY TRAVELLING-COMPANION AND BROTHER-ARTIST
SENOR DON JOAQUIN CUADRAS
OF CUBA
_THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED_
IN REMEMBRANCE OF OUR LONG AND UNINTERRUPTED FRIENDSHIP
AT HOME AND ABROAD
PREFACE.
Cuba having lately become a prominent object of attention, both to
Europe and America, I venture to think that any trustworthy information
that can be given respecting it, may prove acceptable to the reader. I
approach my task with no great pretensions, but yet with an experience
acquired by many years' residence in the Island, and an intimate
intercourse with its inhabitants. I arrived there in 1864, when Cuba was
enjoying uninterrupted peace and prosperity, and my departure took place
in the first year of her adversity. Having thus viewed society in the
Island under the most opposite conditions, I have had various and ample
opportunities of studying its institutions, its races and its
government; and in availing myself of these opportunities I have
endeavoured, as far as possible, to avoid those matters which are alike
common to life in Spain and in Cuba.
As I write, Cuba is passing through a great crisis in her history. For
this reason my experiences may prove more interesting than they might
otherwise have done; nor do I think that they will be found less
attractive, because it has been my choice to deal with the subject
before me from the point of view rather of an artist than of a traveller
or a statistician.
Perhaps I may be allowed to add, that the matter contained in these
pages will be almost entirely fresh to the reader; for, although I have
included a few papers which I have from time to time contributed to _All
the Year Round_, _Cassell's Magazine_, and _London Society_, I have
taken care to introduce them in such a manner as not to break the
continuity with which I have endeavoured to connect the various parts of
my subject.
In explanation of the title chosen for this volume, I may remark that
'the Pearl of the Antilles' is one of the prettiest in that long series
of eulogistic and endearing titles conferred by poets and others on the
Island of Cuba, which includes 'the Queen of the Antilles,' 'the Jewel
in the Spanish Crown,' 'the Promised Land,' 'the Summer Isle of Eden,'
'the Garden of the West,' and 'the Loyal and Ever-faithful Isle.'
WALTER GOODMAN.
22 LANCASTER ROAD,
WESTBOURNE PARK,
LONDON: 1873.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
A CUBAN WELCOME.
PAGE
Our Reception at Santiago de Cuba--Spanish Law--A Commemorative
Feast--Cuban Courtesy--Coffee House Politeness
CHAPTER II.
DAILY LIFE IN CUBA.
A Cuban Home--My Bed-Room--A Creole Breakfast--Don Benigno
and his Family--A Cuban Matron--Church-going in connection with
Shopping--An Evening Tertulia--A Tropical Moon
CHAPTER III.
ART-PATRONAGE IN CUBA.
Our Studio--Our Critics--Our Patrons--Still-Life
CHAPTER IV.
A CUBAN 'VELORIO.'
More Still-Life--A Night-Wake--Mourners--Dona Dolores--A Funeral
Procession--A Burial
CHAPTER V.
CUBAN MODELS.
Tropical Birds--The Coco's--La Grulla--Vultures--Street Criers--Water
Carriers
CHAPTER VI.
CUBAN BEGGARS.
Carrapatam Bunga--The Havana Lottery--A Lady Beggar--A Beggar's
Opera--Popular Characters--Charity--A Public Raffle--The 'King of
the Universe'
CHAPTER VII.
THE BLACK ART IN CUBA.
A Model Mulatto--A Bewitched Watchman--Cuban Sorcery--An Enchanted
Painter
CHAPTER VIII.
A TASTE OF CUBAN PRISON-LIFE.
Two Views of the Morro Castle--The Commandant--The Town Jail--Cuban
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A RESIDENCE IN FRANCE,
DURING THE YEARS
1792, 1793, 1794, AND 1795;
DESCRIBED IN A SERIES OF LETTERS
FROM AN ENGLISH LADY;
With General And Incidental Remarks
On The French Character And Manners.
Prepared for the Press
By John Gifford, Esq.
Author of the History of France, Letter to Lord
Lauderdale, Letter to the Hon. T. Erskine, &c.
Second Edition.
_Plus je vis l'Etranger plus j'aimai ma Patrie._
--Du Belloy.
London: Printed for T. N. Longman, Paternoster Row. 1797.
PRELIMINARY REMARKS BY THE EDITOR.
The following Letters were submitted to my inspection and judgement by
the Author, of whose principles and abilities I had reason to entertain a
very high opinion. How far my judgement has been exercised to advantage
in enforcing the propriety of introducing them to the public, that public
must decide. To me, I confess, it appeared, that a series of important
facts, tending to throw a strong light on the internal state of France,
during the most important period of the Revolution, could neither prove
uninteresting to the general reader, nor indifferent to the future
historian of that momentous epoch; and I conceived, that the opposite and
judicious reflections of a well-formed and well-cultivated mind,
naturally arising out of events within the immediate scope of its own
observation, could not in the smallest degree diminish the interest
which, in my apprehension, they are calculated to excite. My advice upon
this occasion was farther influenced by another consideration. Having
traced, with minute attention, the progress of the revolution, and the
conduct of its advocates, I had remarked the extreme affiduity employed
(as well by translations of the most violent productions of the Gallic
press, as by original compositions,) to introduce and propagate, in
foreign countries, those pernicious principles which have already sapped
the foundation of social order, destroyed the happiness of millions, and
spread desolation and ruin over the finest country in Europe. I had
particularly observed the incredible efforts exerted in England, and, I
am sorry to say, with too much success, for the base purpose of giving a
false colour to every action of the persons exercising the powers of
government in France; and I had marked, with indignation, the atrocious
attempt to strip vice of its deformity, to dress crime in the garb of
virtue, to decorate slavery with the symbols of freedom, and give to
folly the attributes of wisdom. I had seen, with extreme concern, men,
whom the lenity, mistaken lenity, I must call it, of our government had
rescued from punishment, if not from ruin, busily engaged in this
scandalous traffic, and, availing themselves of their extensive
connections to diffuse, by an infinite variety of channels, the poison of
democracy over their native land. In short, I had seen the British
press, the grand palladium of British liberty, devoted to the cause of
Gallic licentiousness, that mortal enemy of all freedom, and even the
pure stream of British criticism diverted from its natural course, and
polluted by the pestilential vapours of Gallic republicanism. I
therefore deemed it essential, by an exhibition of well-authenticated
facts, to correct, as far as might be, the evil effects of
misrepresentation and error, and to defend the empire of truth, which had
been assailed by a host of foes.
My opinion of the principles on which the present system of government in
France was founded, and the war to which those principles gave rise, have
been long since submitted to the public. Subsequent events, far from
invalidating, have strongly confirmed it. In all the public declarations
of the Directory, in their domestic polity, in their conduct to foreign
powers, I plainly trace the prevalence of the same principles, the same
contempt for the rights and happiness of the people, the same spirit of
aggression and aggrandizement, the same eagerness to overturn the
existing institutions of neighbouring states, and the same desire to
promote "the universal revolution of Europe," which marked the conduct of
BRISSOT, LE BRUN, DESMOULINS, ROBESPIERRE, and their disciples. Indeed,
what stronger instance need be adduced of the continued prevalence of
these principles, than the promotion to the supreme rank in the state, of
two men who took an active part in the most atrocious proceedings of the
Convention at the close of 1792, and at the commencement of the following
year?
In all the various constitutions which have been successively adopted
in that devoted country, the welfare of the people has been wholly
disregarded, and while they have been amused with the shadow of liberty,
they have been cruelly despoiled of the substance. Even on the
establishment of the present constitution, the one which bore the nearest
resemblance to a rational system, the freedom of election, which had been
frequently proclaimed as the very corner-stone of liberty, was shamefully
violated by the legislative body, who, in their eagerness to perpetuate
their own power, did not scruple to destroy the principle on which it was
founded. Nor is this the only violation of their own principles. A
French writer has aptly observed, that "En revolution comme en morale, ce
n'est que le premier pas qui coute:" thus the executive, in imitation of
the legislative body, seem disposed to render their power perpetual. For
though it be expressly declared by the 137th article of the 6th title of
their present constitutional code, that the "Directory shall be partially
renewed by the election of a new member every year," no step towards such
election has been taken, although the time prescribed by the law is
elapsed.--In a private letter from Paris now before me, written within
these few days, is the following observation on this very circumstance:
"The constitution has received another blow. The month of Vendemiaire is
past, and our Directors still remain the same. Hence we begin to drop
the appalation of Directory, and substitute that of the Cinqvir, who are
more to be dreaded for their power, and more to be detested for their
crimes, than the Decemvir of ancient Rome." The same letter also
contains a brief abstract of the state of the metropolis of the French
republic, which is wonderfully characteristic of the attention of the
government to the welfare and happiness of its inhabitants!
"The reign of misery and of crime seems to be perpetuated in this
distracted capital: suicides, pillage, and assassinations, are daily
committed, and are still suffered to pass unnoticed. But what renders
our situation still more deplorable, is the existence of an innumerable
band of spies, who infest all public places, and all private societies.
More than a hundred thousand of these men are registered on the books of
the modern SARTINE; and as the population of Paris, at most, does not
exceed six hundred thousand souls, we are sure to find in six individuals
one spy. This consideration makes me shudder, and, accordingly, all
confidence, and all the sweets of social intercourse, are banished from
among us. People salute each other, look at each other, betray mutual
suspicions, observe a profound silence, and part. This, in few words, is
an exact description of our modern republican parties. It is said, that
poverty has compelled many respectable persons, and even state-creditors,
to enlist under the standard of COCHON, (the Police Minister,) because
such is the honourable conduct of our sovereigns, that they pay their
spies in specie--and their soldiers, and the creditors of the state, in
paper.--Such is the morality, such the justice, such are the republican
virtues, so loudly vaunted by our good and dearest friends, our
pensioners--the Gazetteers of England and Germany!"
There is not a single abuse, which the modern reformers reprobated so
loudly under the ancient system, that is not magnified, in an infinite
degree, under the present establishment. For one Lettre de Cachet issued
during the mild reign of LOUIS the Sixteenth, a thousand Mandats d'Arret
have been granted by the tyrannical demagogues of the revolution; for one
Bastile which existed under the Monarchy, a thousand Maisons de Detention
have been established by the Republic. In short, crimes of every
denomination, and acts of tyranny and injustice, of every kind, have
multiplied, since the abolition of royalty, in a proportion which sets
all the powers of calculation at defiance.
It is scarcely possible to notice the present situation of France,
without adverting to the circumstances of the WAR, and to the attempt now
making, through the medium of negotiation, to bring it to a speedy
conclusion. Since the publication of my Letter to a Noble Earl, now
destined to chew the cud of disappointment in the vale of obscurity, I
have been astonished to hear the same assertions advance, by the members
and advocates of that party whose merit is said to consist in the
violence of their opposition to the measures of government, on the origin
of the war, which had experienced the most ample confutation, without the
assistance of any additional reason, and without the smallest attempt to
expose the invalidity of those proofs which, in my conception, amounted
nearly to mathematical demonstration, and which I had dared them, in
terms the most pointed, to invalidate. The question of aggression before
stood on such high ground, that I had not the presumption to suppose it
could derive an accession of strength from any arguments which I could
supply; but I was confident, that the authentic documents which I offered
to the public would remove every intervening object that tended to
obstruct the fight of inattentive
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THE MAN WHO DID NOT DIE
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THE MAN WHO DID NOT DIE.
AFTER the death of King Solomon, his son Rehoboam became ruler
of the Israelites. The prodigality and magnificence of
Solomon's court, and his lavish way of living had been met by
heavy taxation. Seeing the vast revenues of the kingdom
employed in this way, the people had grown discontented, and
then disloyal.
After Rehoboam had become king, the Israelites appealed to him
to lighten the taxes and other heavy burdens which oppressed
the poor. Instead of following the advice of his older
counsellors, and releasing the people from some of their
burdens, the new king hearkened to the counsel of the younger
men who had grown up with him and scornfully rejected the
petition of his subjects.
[Image: THE KING SCORNFULLY REJECTED THEIR PETITION.]
A very ambitious man named Jeroboam presented the petition to
Rehoboam, and upon its rejection, ten tribes revolted and made
Jeroboam their ruler under the title of King of Israel.
The remainder of the Israelitish nation from this time were
known as the Kingdom of Judah. Jerusalem remained its capital,
and God was worshipped in the magnificent temple built by King
Solomon. It also maintained the regular priesthood, its
officers descending as formerly from father to son.
Among the twenty sovereigns of Judah, there were a few who
served God sincerely. The best four of the kings were Asa,
Jehosaphat, Hezekiah and Josiah. Asa fought against the
worship of idols which had corrupted the people, yet he made
an alliance with the King of Syria, who was an idolater.
Jehosaphat, his son, ruled the kingdom of Judah for
twenty-five years, and, although he did not always do right,
his reign was a quiet one.
[Image: ASA READ THE LAW OF GOD TO THE PEOPLE.]
Hezekiah waged a vigorous war against the worship of idols,
and, as far as he was able, restored the worship of God in the
temple. The Bible says of everything he undertook for the
glory of God that _"he did it with all his heart, and
prospered."_
[Image: HEZEKIAH DESTROYED THE IDOLS IN THE TEMPLE.]
Hezekiah was a very brave man, and when Sennacherib, the King
of Assyria, sent an army against Jerusalem, his speech to the
people, telling them to be strong and courageous, for God
would help them and fight for them, was not unlike that of
Joshua when he exhorted the Israelites to trust in God, at the
time when they were about to enter the land of Canaan.
[Image: SENNACHERIB, KING OF ASSYRIA.]
The prophet Isaiah lived during the reign of Hezekiah. At one
time when the king was very sick he prayed to God that his
life might be spared. God told Isaiah to tell him that He had
heard his prayer, and that He would heal him, and prolong his
life for fifteen years.
When Isaiah had delivered God's message, Hezekiah asked for a
sign that these things should be done, and Isaiah said that he
might decide whether the shadow upon the sundial should go
forward ten degrees or go backward ten degrees.
Hezekiah replied that it was an easy thing for the shadow to
go forward ten degrees, and asked that it might go backwards.
God moved the shadow as the king had asked, and he accepted it
as a sign that his life was to be spared and his days
lengthened.
[Image: GOD MOVED THE SHADOW BACKWARDS.]
Josiah was only eight years old when he came to the throne of
Judah. He served God while yet a child, and devoted his life
to His service. He reigned for more than thirty years, and was
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EN ROUTE
by
J. K. HUYSMANS
Translated by W. Fleming
EN ROUTE.
CHAPTER I.
During the first week in November, the week within the Octave of All
Souls, Durtal entered St. Sulpice, at eight o'clock in the evening. He
often chose to turn into that church, because there was a trained choir,
and because he could there examine himself at peace, apart from the
crowd. The ugliness of the nave, with its heavy vaulting, vanished at
night, the aisles were often empty, it was ill-lighted by a few
lamps--it was possible for a man to chide his soul in secret, as if at
home.
Durtal sat down behind the high altar, on the left, in the aisle along
the Rue de St. Sulpice; the lamps of the choir organ were lighted. Far
off, in the almost empty nave, an ecclesiastic was preaching. He
recognized, by the unctuousness of his delivery, and his oily accent, a
well-fed priest who poured on his audience, according to his wont, his
best known commonplaces.
"Why are they so devoid of eloquence?" thought Durtal. "I have had the
curiosity to listen to many of them, and they are much the same. They
only vary in the tones of their voice. According to their temperament,
some are bruised down in vinegar, others steeped in oil. There is no
such thing as a clever combination." And he called to mind orators
petted like tenors, Monsabre, Didon, those Coquelins of the Church, and
lower yet than those products of the Catholic training school, that
bellicose booby the Abbe d'Hulst.
"Afterwards," he continued, "come the mediocrities, each puffed by the
handful of devotees who listen to them. If those cooks of the soul had
any skill, if they served their clients with delicate meats, theological
essences, gravies of prayer, concentrated sauces of ideas, they would
vegetate misunderstood by their flocks. So, on the whole, it is all for
the best. The low-water mark of the clergy must conform to the level of
the faithful, and indeed Providence has provided carefully for this."
A stamping of shoes, then the movement of chairs grinding on the flags
interrupted him. The sermon was over.
Then a great stillness was broken by a prelude from the organ, which
dropped to a low tone, a mere accompaniment to the voices.
A slow and mournful chant arose, the "De Profundis." The blended voices
sounded under the arches, intermingling with the somewhat raw sounds of
the harmonicas, like the sharp tones of breaking glass.
Resting on the low accompaniment of the organ, aided by basses so hollow
that they seemed to have descended into themselves, as it were
underground, they sprang out, chanting the verse "De profundis ad te
clamavi, Do--" and then stopped in fatigue, letting the last syllables
"mine" fall like a heavy tear; then these voices of children, near
breaking, took up the second verse of the psalm, "Domine exaudi vocem
meam," and the second half of the last word again remained in suspense,
but instead of separating, and falling to the ground, there to be
crushed out like a drop, it seemed to gather itself together with a
supreme effort, and fling to heaven the anguished cry of the
disincarnate soul, cast naked, and in tears before God.
And after a pause, the organ, aided by two double-basses, bellowed out,
carrying all the voices in its torrent--baritones, tenors, basses, not
now serving only as sheaths to the sharp blades of the urchin voices,
but openly with full throated sound--yet the dash of the little soprani
pierced them through all at once like a crystal arrow.
Then a fresh pause, and in the silence of the church, the verses mourned
out anew, thrown up by the organ, as by a spring board. As he listened
with attention endeavouring to resolve the sounds, closing his eyes,
Durtal saw them at first almost horizontal, then rising little by
little, then raising themselves upright, then quivering in tears, before
their final breaking.
Suddenly at the end of the psalm, when the response of the antiphon
came--"Et lux perpetua luceat eis"--the children's voices broke into a
sad, silken cry, a sharp sob, trembling on the word "eis," which
remained suspended in the void.
These children's voices stretched to breaking, these clear sharp voices
threw into the darkness of the chant some whiteness of the dawn, joining
their pure, soft sounds to the resonant tones of the basses, piercing as
with a jet of living silver the sombre cataract of the deeper singers;
they sharpened the wailing, strengthened and embittered the burning salt
of tears, but they insinuated also a sort of protecting caress, balsamic
freshness, lustral help; they lighted in the darkness those brief gleams
which tinkle in the Angelus at dawn of day; they called up, anticipating
the prophecies of the text, the compassionate image of the Virgin,
passing, in the pale light of their tones, into the darkness of that
sequence.
The "De Profundis" so chanted was incomparably beautiful. That sublime
prayer ending in sobs, at the moment when the soul of the voices was
about to overpass human limits, gave a wrench to Durtal's nerves, and
made his heart beat. Then he wished to abstract himself, and cling
especially to the meaning of that sorrowful plaint, in which the fallen
being calls upon its God with groans and lamentations. Those cries of
the third verse came back to him, wherein calling on his Saviour in
despair from the bottom of the abyss, man, now that he knows he is
heard, hesitates ashamed, knowing not what to say. The excuses he has
prepared appear to him vain, the arguments he has arranged seem to him
of no effect, and he stammers forth; "If Thou, O Lord, shalt observe
iniquities, Lord, who shall endure it?"
"It is a pity," said Durtal to himself, "that this psalm, which in its
first verses chants so magnificently the despair of humanity, becomes in
those which follow more personal to King David. I know well," he went
on, "that we must accept the symbolic sense of this pleading, admit that
the despot confounds his own cause with that of God, that his
adversaries are the unbelievers and the wicked, that he himself,
according to the doctors of the Church, prefigures the person of Christ;
but yet the memory of his fleshly desires, and the presumptuous praise
he gives to his incorrigible people, contracts the scope of the poem.
Happily the melody has a life apart from the text, a life of its own,
not arising out of mere tribal dissensions, but extending to all the
earth, chanting the anguish of the time to be born, as well as of the
present day, and of the ages which are no more."
The "De Profundis" had ceased; after a silence, the choir intoned a
motet of the eighteenth century, but Durtal was only moderately
interested in human music in churches. What seemed to him superior to
the most vaunted works of theatrical or worldly music, was the old plain
chant, that even and naked melody, at once ethereal and of the tomb, the
solemn cry of sadness and lofty shout of joy, those grandiose hymns of
human faith, which seem to well up in the cathedrals, like irresistible
geysers, at the very foot of the Romanesque columns. What music, however
ample, sorrowful or tender, is worth the "De Profundis" chanted in
unison, the solemnity of the "Magnificat," the splendid warmth of the
"Lauda Sion," the enthusiasm of the "Salve Regina," the sorrow of the
"Miserere," and the "Stabat Mater," the majestic omnipotence of the "Te
Deum"? Artists of genius have set themselves to translate the sacred
texts: Vittoria, Josquin de Pres, Palestrina, Orlando Lasso, Handel,
Bach, Haydn, have written wonderful pages; often indeed they have been
uplifted by the mystic effluence, the very emanation of the Middle Ages,
for ever lost; and yet their works have retained a certain pomp, and in
spite of all are pretentious, as opposed to the humble magnificence, the
sober splendour of the Gregorian chant--with them the whole thing came
to an end, for composers no longer believed.
Yet in modern times some religious pieces may be cited of Lesueur,
Wagner, Berlioz, and Caesar Franck, and in these again we are conscious
of the artist underlying his work, the artist determined to show his
skill, thinking to exalt his own glory, and therefore leaving God out.
We feel ourselves in the presence of superior men, but men with their
weaknesses, their inseparable vanity, and even the vice of their senses.
In the liturgical chant, created almost always anonymously in the depth
of the cloisters, was an extraterrestrial well, without taint of sin or
trace of art. It was an uprising of souls already freed from the slavery
of the flesh, an explosion of elevated tenderness and pure joy, it was
also the idiom of the Church, a musical gospel appealing like the Gospel
itself at once to the most refined and the most humble.
Ah! the true proof of Catholicism was that art which it had founded, an
art which has never been surpassed; in painting and sculpture the Early
Masters, mystics in poetry and in prose, in music plain chant, in
architecture the Romanesque and Gothic styles. And all this held
together and blazed in one sheaf, on one and the same altar; all was
reconciled in one unique cluster of thoughts: to revere, adore and serve
the Dispenser, showing to Him reflected in the soul of His creature, as
in a faithful mirror, the still immaculate treasure of His gifts.
Then in those marvellous Middle Ages, wherein Art, foster-child of the
Church, encroached on death and advanced to the threshold of Eternity,
and to God, the divine concept and the heavenly form were guessed and
half-perceived, for the first and perhaps for the last time by man. They
answered and echoed each other--art calling to art.
The Virgins had faces almond-shaped, elongated like those ogives which
the Gothic style contrived in order to distribute an ascetic light, a
virginal dawn in the mysterious shrine of its naves. In the pictures of
the Early Masters the complexion of holy women becomes transparent as
Paschal wax, and their hair is pale as golden grains of frankincense,
their childlike bosoms scarcely swell, their brows are rounded like the
glass of the pyx, their fingers taper, their bodies shoot upwards like
delicate columns. Their beauty becomes, as it were, liturgical. They
seem to live in the fire of stained glass, borrowing from the flaming
whirlwind of the rose-windows the circles of their aureoles. The ardent
blue of their eyes, the dying embers of their lips, keeping for their
garments the colours they disdain for their flesh, stripping them of
their light, changing them, when they transfer them to stuffs, into
opaque tones which aid still more by their contrast to declare the
seraphic clearness of their look, the grievous paleness of the mouth, to
which, according to the Proper of the season, the scent of the lily of
the Canticles or the penitential fragrance of myrrh in the Psalms lend
their perfume.
Then among artists was a coalition of brains, a welding together of
souls. Painters associated themselves in the same ideal of beauty with
architects, they united in an indestructible relation cathedrals and
saints, only reversing the usual process--they framed the jewel
according to the shrine, and modelled the relics for the reliquary.
On their side the sequences chanted by the Church had subtle affinities
with the canvases of the Early Painters.
Vittoria's responses for Tenebrae are of a like inspiration and an equal
loftiness with those of Quentin Matsys' great work, the Entombment of
Christ. The "Regina Coeli" of the Flemish musician Lasso has the same
good faith, the same simple and strange attraction, as certain statues
of a reredos, or religious pictures of the elder Breughel. Lastly, the
Miserere of Josquin de Pres, choirmaster of Louis XII., has, like the
panels of the Early Masters of Burgundy and Flanders, a patient
intention, a stiff, threadlike simplicity, but also it exhales like them
a truly mystical savour, and its awkwardness of outline is very
touching.
The ideal of all these works is the same and attained by different
means.
As for plain chant, the agreement of its melody with architecture is
also certain; it also bends from time to time like the sombre Romanesque
arcades, and rises, shadowy and pensive, like complete vaulting. The "De
Profundis," for instance, curves in on itself like those great groins
which form the smoky skeleton of the bays; it is like them slow and
dark, extends itself only in obscurity and moves only in the shadow of
the crypts.
Sometimes, on the other hand, the Gregorian chant seems to borrow from
Gothic its flowery tendrils, its scattered pinnacles, its gauzy rolls,
its tremulous lace, its trimmings light and thin as the voices of
children. Then it passes from one extreme to another, from the amplitude
of sorrow to an infinite joy; at other times again, the plain music, and
the Christian music to which it gave birth, lend themselves, like
sculpture, to the gaiety of the people, associate themselves with simple
gladness, and the sculptured merriment of the ancient porches; they take
the popular rhythm of the crowd, as in the Christmas carol "Adeste
Fideles" and in the Paschal hymn "O Filii et Filiae;" they become trivial
and familiar like the Gospels, submitting themselves to the humble
wishes of the poor, lending them a holiday tune easy to catch, a
running melody which carries them into pure regions where these simple
souls can cast themselves at the indulgent feet of Christ.
Born of the Church, and bred up by her in the choir-schools of the
Middle Ages, plain chant is the aerial and mobile paraphrase of the
immovable structure of the cathedrals; it is the immaterial and fluid
interpretation of the canvases of the Early Painters; it is a winged
translation, but also the strict and unbending stole of those Latin
sequences, which the monks built up or hewed out in the cloisters in the
far-off olden time.
Now it is changed and disconnected, foolishly overwhelmed by the crash
of organs, and is chanted, God knows how!
Most choirs when they intone it, like to imitate the rumbling and
gurgling of water-pipes, others the grating of rattles, the creaking of
pullies, the grinding of a crane, but, in spite of all, its beauty
remains, unextinguished, dulled though it be, by the wild bellowing of
the singers.
The sudden silence in the church roused Durtal. He rose and looked about
him; in his corner was no one save two poor women, asleep, their feet on
the bars of chairs, their heads on their knees. Leaning forward a
little, he saw, hanging above him in a dark chapel, the light of a lamp,
like a ruby in its red glass; no sound save the military tread of the
Suisse, making his round in the distance.
Durtal sat down again; the sweetness of his solitude was enhanced by the
aromatic perfume of wax, and the memories, now faint, of incense, but it
was suddenly broken. As the first chords crashed on the organ Durtal
recognized the "Dies irae," that despairing hymn of the Middle Ages;
instinctively he bowed his head and listened.
This was no more as in the "De Profundis" an humble supplication, a
suffering which believes it has been heard, and discerns a path of light
to guide it in the darkness, no longer the prayer which has hope enough
not to tremble; it was the cry of absolute desolation and of terror.
And, indeed, the wrath divine breathed tempestuously through these
stanzas. They seemed addressed less to the God of mercy, to the Son who
listens to prayer, than to the inflexible Father, to Him whom the Old
Testament shows us, overcome with anger, scarcely appeased by the smoke
of the pyres, the inconceivable attractions of burnt-offerings. In this
chant it asserted itself still more savagely, for it threatened to
strike the waters, and break in pieces the mountains, and to rend
asunder the depths of heaven by thunder-bolts. And the earth, alarmed,
cried out in fear.
A crystalline voice, a clear child's voice, proclaimed in the nave the
tidings of these cataclysms, and after this the choir chanted new
strophes wherein the implacable judge came with shattering blare of
trumpet, to purify by fire the rottenness of the world.
Then, in its turn, a bass, deep as a vault, as though issuing from the
crypt, accentuated the horror of these prophecies, made these threats
more overwhelming, and after a short strain by the choir, an alto
repeated them in yet more detail. Then, so soon as the awful poem had
exhausted the enumeration of chastisement and suffering, in shrill
tones--the falsetto of
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VISITS AND SKETCHES AT HOME AND ABROAD.
VOL. III.
VISITS AND SKETCHES AT HOME AND ABROAD
WITH TALES AND MISCELLANIES NOW FIRST COLLECTED.
BY MRS. JAMESON,
AUTHOR OF "THE CHARACTERISTICS OF WOMEN," "LIVES OF CELEBRATED FEMALE
SOVEREIGNS," &c.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
SECOND EDITION.
LONDON
SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET.
1835.
LONDON:
IBOTSON AND PALMER, PRINTERS, SAVOY STREET, STRAND.
CONTENTS OF VOL. III.
PAGE
Sketch of Mrs. Siddons 3
Sketch of Fanny Kemble 49
The False One 93
Halloran the Pedlar 177
The Indian Mother 231
Much Coin, Much Care 263
VOL. III.
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MRS. SIDDONS.
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Mrs. Siddons, and was called forth by certain paragraphs which appeared
in the daily papers. A misapprehension of the real character of this
remarkable woman, which I know to exist in the minds of many who admired
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THE TELEPHONE
By Professor A. E. Dolbear
_THE TELEPHONE_
With directions for making a Speaking Telephone Illustrated 50 cents
_THE ART OF PROJECTING_
A Manual of Experimentation in Physics, Chemistry, and Natural History,
with the Porte Lumiere and Magic Lantern New Edition Revised Illustrated
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The Factors and Relations of Physical Science Illustrated $1.75
Lee and Shepard Publishers Boston
THE TELEPHONE:
AN ACCOUNT OF THE
_Phenomena of Electricity, Magnetism, and Sound,_
AS INVOLVED IN ITS ACTION.
WITH DIRECTIONS FOR MAKING
A SPEAKING TELEPHONE.
BY
PROF. A. E. DOLBEAR,
TUFTS COLLEGE,
AUTHOR OF "THE ART OF PROJECTING," ETC.
BOSTON:
LEE & SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.
COPYRIGHT,
1877,
BY A. E. DOLBEAR.
PREFACE.
THE popular exhibitions of the speaking-telephone during the past six
months, together with numerous newspaper articles, have created a
widespread interest in the instrument; and it has been thought that a
small book explanatory of its action would meet a public want.
It has seemed to be necessary to call attention to the various phenomena
and inter-actions of the forces involved; and hence the author has
attempted to make plain and intelligible the phenomena of electricity,
magnetism, and sound. Cuts have been inserted where they could be useful
in making the mechanical conditions more intelligible; and a table of
tone-composition has been devised, which shows at a glance the
constituents of the sounds of various musical instruments.
As the speaking-telephone, in which magneto-electric currents were
utilized for the transmission of speech and other kinds of sounds, was
invented by me, I have described at some length my first instrument, and
have also given explicit directions for making a speaking-telephone
which I know, by trial, to be as efficient as any hitherto made; but
nothing in the book is to be taken as a dedication of the invention to
the public, as steps have already been taken to secure letters-patent
according to the laws of the United States.
A. E. DOLBEAR.
COLLEGE HILL, MASS.
THE TELEPHONE.
ELECTRICITY.
SOME of the phenomena of electricity are manifested upon so large a
scale as to be thrust upon the attention of everybody. Thus lightning,
which accompanies so many showers in warm weather in almost every
latitude, has always excited in some individuals a superstitious awe, as
being an exhibition of supernatural agency; and probably every one feels
more or less dread of it during a thunder-shower, and this for the
reason that it affects so many of the senses at the same time. The flash
may be blinding to the eyes if near to us; the thunder may be deafening
to the ears, and so powerful as to shake the foundations of the hills,
and make the ground upon which we stand to sensibly move: these with the
remembered destructive effects that have been witnessed, of buildings
demolished and large trees torn to splinters in an instant, are quite
sufficient to raise a feeling of dread in the strongest mind. In the
polar regions, both north and south, where thunder-storms are less
frequent, the atmospheric electricity assumes the form called the aurora
borealis, or the aurora australis, according as it is seen north or
south of the equator.
More than two thousand years ago it was noticed by the Greeks that a
certain kind of a mineral which was thrown up on the shores of the
Mediterranean Sea, when rubbed would attract light bodies, such as
shreds of silk or linen and bits of paper. To this substance they gave
the name of Elektron, and the property developed thus by friction was
afterwards called electricity. In 1600 Dr. Gilbert, physician to Queen
Elizabeth, published a book in which he described numerous experiments
demonstrating that electricity could be developed by friction upon a
great variety of substances, such as stones, gems, and resins. The first
machine for developing electricity was made by Otto von Guericke of
Magdeburg, about 1680. His machine consisted of a ball of sulphur about
six inches in diameter, which could be rotated. If the dry hand were
held against the sulphur while it was being turned in a dark room, the
sphere appeared to emit light: it also gave out a peculiar hissing or
cr
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SHAMRUCK; OR, THE CHRISTMAS PANNIERS.
BY FRANK R. STOCKTON.
There was once a gloomy old giant named Shamruck. His castle was on a
hill not far from a great city, in which dwelt the King of the country.
Everybody knew Shamruck. He was not a dangerous giant, and no one feared
him; but it may also be said that he never cared to do any one the
slightest service. About Christmas-time Shamruck always seemed more
quiet and melancholy than usual, and more anxious to be alone. Nothing
could ever induce him to remain in his castle during the holiday-time.
He did not wish to see nor hear the happiness and gayety of the people,
and always went away a day or two before Christmas, and did not return
until all the festivities were over.
At the time of this story, Christmas was drawing near, and the King had
been thinking a great deal about Shamruck. It disturbed him that any one
in his kingdom, especially the very largest person in it, should not be
cheerful and happy at the joyous Christmas-time. He therefore determined
to make a grand effort to induce Shamruck to stay at home and join in
the general festivities. "If he does it once, he will do it always,"
said the old King to himself. "He hasn't the least idea how happy we
are. I will go and see him myself."
The way up the hill to Shamruck's castle was very steep and rugged, and
so the court engineers made a road up to the castle door, and along this
road the sixteen royal piebald horses easily drew the royal carriage.
The King went in to see Shamruck. He had a long talk with him, but it
was of no use. The giant would not consent to remain in the neighborhood
during Christmas. He was not even willing to stay long enough for any
one to wish him "Merry Christmas." "If I did that," said the grim old
fellow, "I wouldn't go away at all."
Quite disappointed, the King came out, and rode back to his palace. But
this monarch did not give up his plan. He thought that although he had
not succeeded, some other person might; and so he ordered a proclamation
to be made that whoever should prevail upon Shamruck to remain at home
until some of the citizens wished him "Merry Christmas" should be
allowed to give away the Christmas panniers.
The Christmas panniers were two great wicker baskets, filled with
valuable presents, and given by the King every Christmas to the most
deserving person in his dominions. The panniers were put on the back of
a mule, and driven on Christmas morning to the door of the deserving
person. The King proposed this year, as the greatest prize he could set
before any of his subjects, to forego his delightful privilege of giving
away the panniers in favor of that person who should make Shamruck hear,
for the first time in his life, a "Merry Christmas."
This proclamation set all the people in a ferment. Everybody wished to
gain the prize, and everybody began to devise some plan by which to do
it. It was now Monday, and as Christmas came on the following Saturday,
there was no time to be lost. All day Tuesday great people and common
people thronged to the giant's castle to try to persuade him to change
his mind about going away at Christmas-time. Some of these the giant
listened to, some he laughed at, and some he told to go home. About noon
he put up a placard in front of his castle, and shut the great door. The
placard read thus:
"Any person coming up here to disturb me with propositions about
Christmas, shall be thrown back to his home, wherever that may be.
"SHAMRUCK."
After this nobody knocked at the giant's door.
About a dozen miles from Shamruck's castle there lived two young giants.
They had heard of the King's proclamation. They laughed when they heard
of the placard on Shamruck's castle. "He can't throw us anywhere," they
said. "We are nearly as powerful as he is. If we want to make him stay
at home, all we have to do is to do it. If he attempts to go away, we
will just take hold of him, and show him that two giants are better than
one."
The next day the two young giants met Shamruck taking a walk by a
river-bank not far from his castle. They went up to him and spoke to him
very civilly.
"Shamruck," they said, "the King desires that you will stay at home this
Christmas, and we have undertaken to carry out his wishes. So you must
go back to your castle, and stay there until Saturday morning."
"Suppose I don't do it?" said Shamruck.
"Then we will take you back," said the young giants.
"Very well, then, I don't do it," remarked Shamruck.
Upon this, one of the young giants took hold of Shamruck by the right
shoulder, while the other took him by the left,
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PEG WOFFINGTON
By Charles Reade
To T. Taylor, Esq., my friend, and coadjutor in the comedy of "Masks and
Faces," to whom the reader owes much of the best matter in this tale:
and to the memory of Margaret Woffington, falsely _summed up_ until
to-day, this "Dramatic Story" is inscribed by CHARLES READE.--
LONDON. Dec. 15, 1852.
CHAPTER I.
ABOUT the middle of the last century, at eight o'clock in the evening,
in a large but poor apartment, a man was slumbering on a rough couch.
His rusty and worn suit of black was of a piece with his uncarpeted
room, the deal table of home manufacture, and its slim unsnuffed candle.
The man was Triplet, scene painter, actor and writer of sanguinary
plays, in which what ought to be, viz., truth, plot, situation and
dialogue, were not; and what ought not to be, were--_scilicet,_ small
talk, big talk, <DW2>s, ruffians, and ghosts.
His three mediocrities fell so short of one talent that he was sometimes
_impransus._
He slumbered, but uneasily; the dramatic author was uppermost, and his
"Demon of the Hayloft" hung upon the thread of popular favor.
On his uneasy slumber entered from the theater Mrs. Triplet.
She was a lady who in one respect fell behind her husband; she lacked
his variety in ill-doing, but she recovered herself by doing her one
thing a shade worse than he did any of his three. She was what is called
in grim sport an actress; she had just cast her mite of discredit on
royalty by playing the Queen, and had trundled home the moment the
breath was out of her royal body. She came in rotatory with fatigue,
and fell, gristle, into a chair; she wrenched from her brow a diadem and
eyed it with contempt, took from her pocket a sausage, and contemplated
it with respect and affection, placed it in a frying-pan on the fire,
and entered her bedroom, meaning to don a loose wrapper, and dethrone
herself into comfort.
But the poor woman was shot walking by Morpheus, and subsided
altogether; for dramatic performances, amusing and exciting to youth
seated in the pit, convey a certain weariness to those bright beings who
sparkle on the stage for bread and cheese.
Royalty, disposed of, still left its trail of events. The sausage began
to "spit." The sound was hardly out of its body, when poor Triplet
writhed like a worm on a hook. "Spitter, spittest," went the sausage.
Triplet groaned, and at last his inarticulate murmurs became words:
"That's right, pit now, that is so reasonable to condemn a poor fellow's
play before you have heard it out." Then, with a change of tone, "Tom,"
muttered he, "they are losing their respect for specters; if they do,
hunger will make a ghost of me." Next he fancied the clown or somebody
had got into his ghost's costume.
"Dear," said the poor dreamer, "the clown makes a very pretty specter,
with his ghastly white face, and his blood-boltered cheeks and nose. I
never saw the fun of a clown before, no! no! no! it is not the clown, it
is worse, much worse; oh, dear, ugh!" and Triplet rolled off the couch
like Richard the Third. He sat a moment on the floor, with a finger
in each eye; and then, finding he was neither daubing, ranting, nor
deluging earth with "acts," he accused himself of indolence, and sat
down to write a small tale of blood and bombast; he took his seat at the
deal table with some alacrity, for he had recently made a discovery.
How to write well, _rien que cela._
"First, think in as homely a way as you can; next, shove your pen under
the thought, and lift it by polysyllables to the true level of fiction,"
(when done, find a publisher--if you can). "This," said Triplet,
"insures common sense to your ideas, which does pretty well for a
basis," said Triplet, apologetically, "and elegance to the dress they
wear." Triplet, then casting his eyes round in search of such actual
circumstances as could be incorporated on this plan with fiction, began
to work thus:
TRIPLET'S FACTS. TRIPLET
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THE MOTOR GIRLS
ON CRYSTAL BAY
Or
The Secret of the Red Oar
By
MARGARET PENROSE
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Copyright, 1914, by
Cupples & Leon Company
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. A Worried Girl 1
II. Freda'S Story 15
III. Crystal Bay 26
IV. The Red Oar 36
V. Two Men 47
VI. The "Chelton" 55
VII. In The Motely Mote 67
VIII. Frights Or Fancies 76
IX. A Merry Time 83
X. Too Much Joy 93
XI. The Rescue 102
XII. The Calm 109
XIII. Suspicion 120
XIV. An Angry Druggist 129
XV. An Alarm 141
XVI. A Bad Case Of Nerves 156
XVII. A Little Race 164
XVIII. More Suspicions 171
XIX. Odd Talk 176
XX. The Night Plot 184
XXI. The Breakdown 196
XXII. At The Cabin 202
XXIII. Unexpected Help 208
XXIV. Denny'S Soliloquy 214
XXV. The Plotters Arrive 220
XXVI. Cora'S Brave Resolve 227
XXVII. The Red Oar Again 235
XXVIII. The Discovery--Conclusion 241
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THE MOTOR GIRLS ON CRYSTAL BAY
CHAPTER I
A WORRIED GIRL
Four girls sat on four chairs, in four different corners of the room.
They sat on the chairs because they were really too tired to stand
longer, and the reason for the occupancy of the corners of the
apartment was self-evident. There was no other available space. For
the center of the chamber was littered to overflowing with trunks,
suitcases and valises, in various stages of being packed, and from
them overflowed a variety of garments and other accessories of a
journey.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Cora Kimball, as she gazed helplessly about, "will
we ever be finished, Bess?"
"I don't know," was the equally discouraging reply. "It doesn't seem
so; does it?"
"I'm sure I can't get another thing in my suitcase," spoke the
smallest girl of all, who seemed to shrink back rather timidly into
her corner, as though she feared she might be put into a trunk by
mistake.
"Oh, Marita! You simply must get more in your suitcase!" exclaimed
Cora, starting up. "Why, your trunk won't begin to hold all the rest
of your things unless you crowd more into the case."
"The only trouble, Cora," sighed Marita, "is that the sides and top
aren't made of rubber."
"There's an idea!" cried a plump girl, in the corner nearest the
piano. "A rubber suitcase! What a boon it would be for week-ends, when
one starts off with a Spartan resolution to take only one extra gown,
and ends up with slipping two party dresses and the 'fixings' into
one's trunk. Oh, for a rubber suitcase!"
"What's the sense in sighing after the impossible?" asked the girl
opposite the plump one. "Why don't you finish packing, Bess?"
"Why don't you?" and the plump one rather glared at her more frail
questioner.
"Now, sisters!" cautioned Cora, as she gazed at the Robinson twins,
"don't get on one another's nerves. Let's have another try at it. I'm
sure if we go at it with some sort of system we'll be able to get all
the things in. And really we must hurry!" she exclaimed, looking at
the clock on the mantel, which pointed to the hour of four. "I
promised to have all the baggage ready for the man at five. That only
gives us an hour----"
"Cora Kimball!"
"Only an hour!"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Thus the three girls exclaimed in startled tones as they fairly leaped
from their chairs in their respective corners, and caught up various
garments.
Then, as the
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A BOOK OF
THE CEVENNES
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
MEHALAH
THE TRAGEDY OF THE CÆSARS
THE DESERTS OF SOUTHERN FRANCE
STRANGE SURVIVALS
SONGS OF THE WEST
A GARLAND OF COUNTRY SONG
OLD COUNTRY LIFE
AN OLD ENGLISH HOME
YORKSHIRE ODDITIES
HISTORIC ODDITIES
OLD ENGLISH FAIRY TALES
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 THE WEST
I. DEVON
II. CORNWALL
A BOOK OF NORTH WALES
A BOOK OF SOUTH WALES
A BOOK OF THE RHINE
A BOOK OF THE RIVIERA
A BOOK OF THE PYRENEES
[Illustration: THE TAMARGUE FROM LA SOUCHE]
A BOOK OF
THE CEVENNES
BY S. BARING-GOULD, M.A.
"ILLE TERRARUM MIHI PRÆTER OMNES
ANGULUS RIDET, UBI NON HYMETTO
MELLA DECEDUNT, VIRIDIQUE CERTAT
BACCA VENAFRO;
VER UBI LONGUM, TEPIDASQUE PRÆBET
JUPITER BRUMAS."
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bold text by =equal signs=.
MITCHELHURST PLACE
A Novel
BY
MARGARET VELEY
AUTHOR OF "FOR PERCIVAL"
"Que voulez-vous? Helas! notre mere Nature,
Comme toute autre mere, a ses enfants gates,
Et pour les malvenus elle est avare et dure!"
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. I.
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1884
_The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved._
Bungay:
CLAY AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS.
TO
BARBARA'S BEST FRIEND
_ELFRIDA IONIDES_
HER STORY IS MOST AFFECTIONATELY
AND GRATEFULLY INSCRIBED.
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
CHAPTER I. PAGE
TREASURES DROPPED AND PICKED UP 1
CHAPTER II.
AN UNEXPECTED INVITATION 19
CHAPTER III.
"WELCOME TO MITCHELHURST PLACE" 48
CHAPTER IV.
DINNER AND A LITTLE MUSIC 73
CHAPTER V.
AN OLD LOVE STORY 95
CHAPTER VI.
REYNOLD'S RESOLUTION 124
CHAPTER VII.
A GAME AT CHESS 160
CHAPTER VIII.
BARBARA'S TUNE 192
CHAPTER IX.
OF MAGIC LANTERNS 209
CHAPTER X.
AN AFTER-DINNER DISCUSSION 237
MITCHELHURST PLACE
CHAPTER I.
TREASURES DROPPED AND PICKED UP.
"Dans l'air pale, emanant ses tranquilles lumieres
Rayonnait l'astre d'or de l'arriere-saison."
There was nothing remarkable in the scene. It was just a bit of country
lane, cut deeply into the side of a hill, and seamed with little pebbly
courses, made by the streams of rain which had poured across it on their
downward way. The hill-side faced the west, and, standing on this ledge
as on a balcony, one might look down into a valley where cattle were
feeding in the pastures, and where a full and softly-flowing river
turned the wheel of a distant mill, and slipped quietly under the arched
bridge of the lower road. Sometimes in summer the water lay gleaming,
like a curved blade, in the midst of the warm green meadows, but on this
late October day it was misty and wan, and light vapours veiled the pale
globe of the declining sun. Looking upward from the valley, a broad
<DW72> of ploughed land rose above the road, and the prospect ended in a
hedge, a gate, through whose bars one saw the sky, and a thin line of
dusky, red-trunked firs. But from the road itself there was nothing to
be seen in this direction except a steep bank. This bank was crowned
with hawthorn bushes, and here and there a stubborn stunted oak, which
held its dry brown leaves persistently, as some oaks do. With every
passing breath of wind there was a crisp rustling overhead.
This bit of road lay deserted in the faint yellow gleams. But for a wisp
of straw, caught on an overhanging twig, and some cart-tracks, which
marked the passage of a load, one might have fancied that the pale sun
had risen, and now was about to set, without having seen a single
wayfarer upon it. But there were four coming towards it, and, slowly as
two of them might travel, they would yet reach it while the sunlight
lasted. The little stage was to have its actors that afternoon.
First there appeared a man's figure on the crest of the hill. He swung
himself over the gate, and came with eager strides down the field, till
he reached the hedge which divided it from the road. There he stopped,
consulted his watch, and sheltering himself behind one of the little
oaks, he rested one knee on a mossy stump, and thus, half-standing,
half-kneeling, he waited. The attitude was picturesque, and so was the
man. He had bright grey-blue eyes, hair and moustache brown, with a
touch of reddish gold, a quick, animated face, and a smiling mouth. It
was easy to see that he was sanguine and fearless, and on admirable
terms with himself and the world in general. He was young, and he was
pleasant to look at, and, though he could hardly have dressed with a
view to occupying that precise position, his brown velvet coat was
undeniably in the happiest harmony with the tree against which he
leaned, and the withered foliage
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[Illustration]
[Illustration]
"TO THE PURE ALL THINGS ARE PURE."
(Puris omnia para)
—_Arab Proverb._
"Niuna corrotta mente intese mai sanamente parole."
—"_Decameron_"—_conclusion_.
"Erubuit, posuitque meum Lucretia librum
Sed coram Bruto. Brute! recede, leget."
—_Martial._
"Mieulx est de ris que de larmes escripre,
Pour ce que rire est le propre des hommes."
—RABELAIS.
"The pleasure we derive from perusing the Thousand-and-One Stories makes
us regret that we possess only a comparatively small part of these truly
enchanting fictions."
—CRICHTON'S "_History of Arabia_."
[Illustration]
_A PLAIN AND LITERAL TRANSLATION OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENTS.
NOW ENTITULED_
_THE BOOK OF THE_
=Thousand Nights and a Night=
_WITH INTRODUCTION EXPLANATORY NOTES ON THE
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF MOSLEM MEN AND A
TERMINAL ESSAY UPON THE HISTORY OF THE
NIGHTS_
VOLUME I.
BY
RICHARD F. BURTON
[Illustration]
PRINTED BY THE BURTON CLUB FOR PRIVATE
SUBSCRIBERS ONLY
Shammar Edition
Limited to one thousand numbered sets, of which this is
Number _547_
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
=Inscribed to the Memory=
OF
MY LAMENTED FRIEND
=John Frederick Steinhaeuser,=
(CIVIL SURGEON, ADEN)
WHO
A QUARTER OF A CENTURY AGO
ASSISTED ME IN THIS TRANSLATION.
THE TRANSLATOR'S FOREWORD.
This work, laborious as it may appear, has been to me a labour of love,
an unfailing source of solace and satisfaction. During my long years of
official banishment to the luxuriant and deadly deserts of Western
Africa, and to the dull and dreary half-clearings of South America, it
proved itself a charm, a talisman against ennui and despondency.
Impossible even to open the pages without a vision starting into view;
without drawing a picture from the pinacothek of the brain; without
reviving a host of memories and reminiscences which are not the common
property of travellers, however widely they may have travelled. From my
dull and commonplace and "respectable" surroundings, the Jinn bore me at
once to the land of my predilection, Arabia, a region so familiar to my
mind that even at first sight, it seemed a reminiscence of some by-gone
metempsychic life in the distant Past. Again I stood under the
diaphanous skies, in air glorious as æther, whose every breath raises
men's spirits like sparkling wine. Once more I saw the evening star
hanging like a solitaire from the pure front of the western firmament;
and the after-glow transfiguring and transforming, as by magic, the
homely and rugged features of the scene into a fairy-land lit with a
light which never shines on other soils or seas. Then would appear the
woollen tents, low and black, of the true Badawin, mere dots in the
boundless waste of lion-tawny clays and gazelle-brown gravels, and the
camp-fire dotting like a glow-worm the village centre. Presently,
sweetened by distance, would be heard the wild weird song of lads and
lasses, driving or rather pelting, through the gloaming their sheep and
goats; and the measured chant of the spearsmen gravely stalking behind
their charge, the camels; mingled with the bleating of the flocks and
the bellowing of the humpy herds; while the rere-mouse flitted overhead
with his tiny shriek, and the rave of the jackal resounded through
deepening glooms, and—most musical of music—the palm-trees answered the
whispers of the night-breeze with the softest tones of falling water.
And then a shift of scene. The Shaykhs and "white-beards" of the tribe
gravely take their places, sitting with outspread skirts like hillocks
on the plain, as the Arabs say, around the camp-fire, whilst I reward
their hospitality and secure its continuance by reading or reciting a
few pages of their favourite tales. The women and children stand
motionless as silhouettes outside the ring; and all are breathless with
attention; they seem to drink in the words with eyes and mouths as well
as with ears. The most fantastic flights of fancy, the wildest
improbabilities, the most impossible of impossibilities, appear to them
utterly natural, mere matters of every-day occurrence. They enter
thoroughly into each phase of feeling touched upon by
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Transcriber’s Notes:
The spelling, punctuation and hyphenation are as the original except
for apparent typographical errors, which have been corrected.
Italic text is denoted _thus_.
Bold text is denoted =thus=.
Bold, sans serif text, representing physical appearance e.g., of a
‘Vee’ shaped thread is denoted thus ^V^.
Subscripts are denoted thus _{1}.
Some page numbers printed in the original ‘Index to Part One’ do not
appear in the body of the book. The transcriber has endeavoured to
make assumptions as to the most appropriate anchor locations. The
appearance of the original index has not been changed.
Examples (possibly relocated, by the author, into Part Two) are:
=Air=, des., composition of, 15, 16
=Air pump=, 13
=Nitrogen=, what part of air, 15
=Oxygen=, what part of air, 15
=Value of Reidler belt-driven pump=, ills. and des., 238-240
changed in the Index to:-
=Valve of Riedler belt-driven pump=, ills. and des., 238-240
All references to ‘Reidler’ pumps have been corrected to ‘Riedler’
(Alois Riedler, 1850-1936, Austrian professor of engineering).
PUMPS
AND
HYDRAULICS.
IN TWO PARTS.
Part One.
“_There are many fingers pointing to the value of a training in
science, as the one thing needful to make the man, who shall rise above
his fellows._”—FRANK ALLEN.
[Illustration: Elephant]
“_The motto marked upon our foreheads, written upon our door-posts,
channeled in the earth, and wafted upon the waves is and must be,
‘Labour is honorable and Idleness is dishonorable.’_”—CARLYLE.
This work is respectfully dedicated to
MAJ. ABRAM B. GARNER,
of Newark, N. J.,
—AND—
ALBERTO H. CAFFEE, ESQ.,
of New York City.
‘Gentlemen without fear and without reproach.’
[Illustration: _Henry R. Worthington_]
“_Thought is the principal factor in all mechanical work; the
mechanical effort is an incident rather than the principal equipment
in any trade or occupation._”
“_Any trade is easily learned by an apt scholar who uses his
reasoning faculties and makes a study of cause and effect._”—CHAS. J.
MASON.
PUMPS
—AND—
HYDRAULICS
—BY—
WILLIAM ROGERS
_Author of “Drawing and Design,” etc._
[Illustration]
_RELATING TO_
HAND PUMPS; POWER PUMPS; PARTS OF PUMPS; ELECTRICALLY DRIVEN
PUMPS; STEAM PUMPS, SINGLE, DUPLEX AND COMPOUND; PUMPING
ENGINES, HIGH DUTY AND TRIPLE EXPANSION; THE STEAM FIRE
ENGINE; UNDERWRITERS’ PUMPS; MINING PUMPS; AIR AND
VACUUM PUMPS; COMPRESSORS; CENTRIFUGAL AND ROTARY
PUMPS; THE PULSOMETER; JET PUMPS AND THE INJECTOR;
UTILITIES AND ACCESSORIES; VALVE SETTING; MANAGEMENT;
CALCULATIONS, RULES AND TABLES.
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS._
_ALSO_
GENERAL CONSIDERATIONS; GLOSSARY OF PUMP TERMS; HISTORICAL
INTRODUCTION, WITH ILLUSTRATIONS; THE ELEMENTS OF HYDRO-MECHANICS,
HYDROSTATICS AND PNEUMATICS; GRAVITY AND FRICTION;
HYDRAULIC MEMORANDA; LAWS GOVERNING FLUIDS; WATER
PRESSURE MACHINES; PUMPS AS HYDRAULIC MACHINES, ETC.
PART ONE.
PUBLISHED BY
THEO. AUDEL & COMPANY
72 FIFTH AVE.,
NEW YORK, U.S.A.
7, IMPERIAL ARCADE,
LUDGATE CIRCUS, E.C.,
LONDON, ENG.
Copyrighted, 1905, by
THEO. AUDEL & CO., NEW YORK.
Entered at Stationers Hall, London, England.
Protected by International Copyright in Great Britain and all
her Colonies, and, under
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HISTORY OF FRIEDRICH II OF PRUSSIA
FREDERICK THE GREAT
By Thomas Carlyle
Volume X.
BOOK X. -- AT REINSBERG. - 1736-1740.
Chapter I. -- MANSION OF REINSBERG.
On the Crown-Prince's Marriage, three years ago, when the AMT or
Government-District RUPPIN, with its incomings, was assigned to him for
revenue, we heard withal of a residence getting ready. Hint had fallen
from the Prince, that Reinsberg, an old Country-seat, standing with
its Domain round it in that little Territory of Ruppin, and probably
purchasable as was understood, might be pleasant, were it once his
and well put in repair. Which hint the kind paternal Majesty instantly
proceeded to act upon. He straightway gave orders for the purchase of
Reinsberg; concluded said purchase, on fair terms, after some months'
bargaining; [23d October, 1733, order given,--16th March, 1734, purchase
completed (Preuss, i. 75).]--and set his best Architect, one Kemeter,
to work, in concert with the Crown-Prince, to new-build and enlarge
the decayed Schloss of Reinsberg into such a Mansion as the young Royal
Highness and his Wife would like.
Kemeter has been busy, all this while; a solid, elegant, yet frugal
builder: and now the main body of the Mansion is complete, or nearly so,
the wings and adjuncts going steadily forward; Mansion so far ready that
the Royal Highnesses can take up their abode in it. Which they do, this
Autumn, 1736; and fairly commence Joint Housekeeping, in a permanent
manner. Hitherto it has been intermittent only: hitherto the
Crown-Princess has resided in their Berlin Mansion, or in her own
Country-house at Schonhausen; Husband not habitually with her, except
when on leave of absence from Ruppin, in Carnival time or for shorter
periods. At Ruppin his life has been rather that of a bachelor, or
husband abroad on business; up to this time. But now at Reinsberg they
do kindle the sacred hearth together; "6th August, 1736," the date of
that important event. They have got their Court about them, dames and
cavaliers more than we expected; they have arranged the furnitures of
their existence here on fit scale, and set up their Lares and Penates
on a thrifty footing. Majesty and Queen come out on a visit to them next
month; [4th September, 1736 (Ib.).]--raising the sacred hearth into its
first considerable blaze, and crowning the operation in a human manner.
And so there has a new epoch arisen for the Crown-Prince and his
Consort. A new, and much-improved one. It lasted into the fourth year;
rather improving all the way: and only Kingship, which, if a higher
sphere, was a far less pleasant one, put an end to it. Friedrich's
happiest time was this at Reinsberg; the little Four Years of Hope,
Composure, realizable Idealism: an actual snatch of something like the
Idyllic, appointed him in a life-pilgrimage consisting otherwise of
realisms oftenest contradictory enough, and sometimes of very grim
complexion. He is master of his work, he is adjusted to the practical
conditions set him; conditions once complied with, daily work done,
he lives to the Muses, to the spiritual improvements, to the social
enjoyments; and has, though not without flaws of ill-weather,--from
the Tobacco-Parliament perhaps rather less than formerly, and from
the Finance-quarter perhaps rather more,--a sunny time. His innocent
insipidity of a Wife, too, appears to have been happy. She had the
charm of youth, of good looks; a wholesome perfect loyalty of character
withal; and did not "take to pouting," as was once apprehended of
her, but pleasantly gave and received of what was going. This poor
Crown-Princess, afterwards Queen, has been heard, in her old age,
reverting, in a touching transient way, to the glad days she had at
Reinsberg. Complaint openly was never heard from her, in any kind of
days; but these doubtless were the best of her life.
Reinsberg, we said, is in the AMT Ruppin; naturally under the
Crown-Prince's government at present: the little Town or Village of
Reinsberg stands about, ten miles north of the Town Ruppin;--not quite
a third-part as big as Ruppin is in our time, and much more pleasantly
situated. The country about is of comfortable, not unpicturesque
character; to be distinguished almost as beautiful, in that region
of sand and moor. Lakes abound in it; tilled fields; heights called
"hills;" and wood of fair growth,--
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THE LAIR OF THE WHITE WORM
To my friend Bertha Nicoll with affectionate esteem.
CHAPTER I--ADAM SALTON ARRIVES
Adam Salton sauntered into the Empire Club, Sydney, and found awaiting
him a letter from his grand-uncle. He had first heard from the old
gentleman less than a year before, when Richard Salton had claimed
kinship, stating that he had been unable to write earlier, as he had
found it very difficult to trace his grand-nephew's address. Adam was
delighted and replied cordially; he had often heard his father speak of
the older branch of the family with whom his people had long lost touch.
Some interesting correspondence had ensued. Adam eagerly opened the
letter which had only just arrived, and conveyed a cordial invitation to
stop with his grand-uncle at Lesser Hill, for as long a time as he could
spare.
"Indeed," Richard Salton went on, "I am in hopes that you will make your
permanent home here. You see, my dear boy, you and I are all that remain
of our race, and it is but fitting that you should succeed me when the
time comes. In this year of grace, 1860, I am close on eighty years of
age, and though we have been a long-lived race, the span of life cannot
be prolonged beyond reasonable bounds. I am prepared to like you, and to
make your home with me as happy as you could wish. So do come at once on
receipt of this, and find the welcome I am waiting to give you. I send,
in case such may make matters easy for you, a banker's draft for 200
pounds. Come soon, so that we may both of us enjoy many happy days
together. If you are able to give me the pleasure of seeing you, send me
as soon as you can a letter telling me when to expect you. Then when you
arrive at Plymouth or Southampton or whatever port you are bound for,
wait on board, and I will meet you at the earliest hour possible."
* * * * *
Old Mr. Salton was delighted when Adam's reply arrived and sent a groom
hot-foot to his crony, Sir Nathaniel de Salis, to inform him that his
grand-nephew was due at Southampton on the twelfth of June.
Mr. Salton gave instructions to have ready a carriage early on the
important day, to start for Stafford, where he would catch the 11.40 a.m.
train. He would stay that night with his grand-nephew, either on the
ship, which would be a new experience for him, or, if his guest should
prefer it, at a hotel. In either case they would start in the early
morning for home. He had given instructions to his bailiff to send the
postillion carriage on to Southampton, to be ready for their journey
home, and to arrange for relays of his own horses to be sent on at once.
He intended that his grand-nephew, who had been all his life in
Australia, should see something of rural England on the drive. He had
plenty of young horses of his own breeding and breaking, and could depend
on a journey memorable to the young man. The luggage would be sent on by
rail to Stafford, where one of his carts would meet it. Mr. Salton,
during the journey to Southampton, often wondered if his grand-nephew was
as much excited as he was at the idea of meeting so near a relation for
the first time; and it was with an effort that he controlled himself. The
endless railway lines and switches round the Southampton Docks fired his
anxiety afresh.
As the train drew up on the dockside, he was getting his hand traps
together, when the carriage door was wrenched open and a young man jumped
in.
"How are you, uncle? I recognised you from the photo you sent me! I
wanted to meet you as soon as I could, but everything is so strange to me
that I didn't quite know what to do. However, here I am. I am glad to
see you, sir. I have been dreaming of this happiness for thousands of
miles; now I find that the reality beats all the dreaming!" As he spoke
the old man and the young one were heartily wringing each other's hands.
The meeting so auspiciously begun proceeded well. Adam, seeing that the
old man was interested in the novelty of the ship, suggested that he
should stay the night on board, and that he would himself be ready to
start at any hour and go anywhere that the other suggested. This
affectionate willingness to fall in with his own plans quite won the old
man's heart. He warmly accepted the invitation, and at once they became
not only on terms of affectionate relationship, but almost like old
friends. The heart of the old man, which had been empty for so long,
found a new delight. The young man found, on landing in the old country,
a welcome and a surrounding in full harmony with all his dreams
throughout his wanderings and solitude, and the promise of a fresh and
adventurous life. It was not long before the old man accepted him to
full relationship by calling him by his Christian name. After a long
talk on affairs of interest, they retired to the cabin, which the elder
was to share. Richard Salton put his hands affectionately on the boy's
shoulders--though Adam was in his twenty-seventh year, he was a boy, and
always would be, to his grand-uncle.
"I am so glad to find you as you are, my dear boy--just such a young man
as I had always hoped for as a son, in the days when I still had such
hopes.
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ITALIAN FANTASIES
[Illustration: AN ITALIAN FANTASY
BY STEFANO DA ZEVIO (VERONA).]
ITALIAN FANTASIES
BY
ISRAEL ZANGWILL
AUTHOR OF
“CHILDREN OF THE GHETTO”
“BLIND CHILDREN” “THE GREY WIG”
ETC. ETC.
[Illustration]
WITH FRONTISPIECE
LONDON
WILLIAM HEINEMANN
1910
_Copyright, London, 1910, by William Heinemann, and_
_Washington, U.S.A., by The Macmillan Company_
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The germ of this book may be found in three essays under the
same title published in “Harper’s Magazine” in 1903 and 1904,
which had the inestimable advantage of being illustrated by the
late Louis Loeb, “the joyous comrade” to whose dear memory this
imperfect half of what was planned as a joint labour of love
must now be dedicated.
I. Z.
ALL ROADS LEAD FROM ROME
CONTENTS
PAGE
OF BEAUTY, FAITH, AND DEATH: A RHAPSODY
BY WAY OF PRELUDE 1
FANTASIA NAPOLITANA: BEING A REVERIE OF
AQUARIUMS, MUSEUMS, AND DEAD CHRISTS 17
THE CARPENTER’S WIFE: A CAPRICCIO 43
THE EARTH THE CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE: OR
THE ABSURDITY OF ASTRONOMY 77
OF AUTOCOSMS WITHOUT FACTS: OR THE
EMPTINESS OF RELIGIONS 84
OF FACTS WITHOUT AUTOCOSMS: OR THE
IRRELEVANCY OF SCIENCE 104
OF FACTS WITH ALIEN AUTOCOSMS: OR THE
FUTILITY OF CULTURE 120
ST. FRANCIS: OR THE IRONY OF
INSTITUTIONS 137
THE GAY DOGES: OR THE FAILURE OF SOCIETY
AND THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF SOCIALISM 159
THE SUPERMAN OF LETTERS: OR THE
HYPOCRISY OF POLITICS 172
LUCREZIA BORGIA: OR THE MYTH OF HISTORY 186
SICILY AND THE ALBERGO SAMUELE BUTLER:
OR THE FICTION OF CHRONOLOGY 195
INTERMEZZO 205
LACHRYMÆ RERUM AT MANTUA: WITH A
DENUNCIATION OF D’ANNUNZIO 214
OF DEAD SUBLIMITIES, SERENE
MAGNIFICENCES, AND GAGGED POETS 227
VARIATIONS ON A THEME 241
HIGH ART AND LOW 249
AN EXCURSION INTO THE GROTESQUE: WITH A
GLANCE AT OLD MAPS AND MODERN
FALLACIES 259
AN EXCURSION INTO HEAVEN AND HELL: WITH
A DEPRECIATION OF DANTE 280
ST. GIULIA AND FEMALE SUFFRAGE 298
ICY ITALY: WITH VENICE RISING FROM THE
SEA 307
THE DYING CARNIVAL 315
NAPOLEON AND BYRON IN ITALY: OR LETTERS
AND ACTION 320
THE CONSOLATIONS OF PHLEBOTOMY: A
PARADOX AT PAVIA 331
RISORGIMENTO: WITH SOME REMARKS ON SAN
MARINO AND THE MILLENNIUM 337
Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
OF BEAUTY, FAITH, AND DEATH: A RHAPSODY BY WAY OF PRELUDE
I too have crossed the Alps, and Hannibal himself had no such baggage of
dreams and memories, such fife-and-drum of lyrics, such horns of ivory,
such emblazoned standards and streamered gonfalons, flying and
fluttering, such phalanxes of heroes, such visions of cities to spoil
and riches to rifle—palace and temple, bust and picture, tapestry and
mosaic. My elephants too matched his; my herds of medi
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[Illustration: THOMAS W. LAWSON AFTER TWELVE MONTHS OF "FRENZIED
FINANCE"]
FRENZIED FINANCE
BY
THOMAS W. LAWSON
OF BOSTON
VOLUME I
THE CRIME OF AMALGAMATED
NEW YORK
THE RIDGWAY-THAYER COMPANY
1905
_Copyright, 1905, by_
THE RIDGWAY-THAYER COMPANY
_These articles are reprinted from "Everybody's Magazine"_
COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY THE RIDGWAY-THAYER COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY THE RIDGWAY-THAYER COMPANY
_All rights reserved_
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINT
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THE DISASTER WHICH ECLIPSED
HISTORY
THE
JOHNSTOWN
FLOOD
ILLUSTRATED
PUBLISHED BY
RICHARD K. FOX,
FRANKLIN SQ., NEW YORK.
PRICE, 10 CENTS.
Copyrighted 1889, by Richard K. Fox.
PARIS UNVEILED
--OR--
An Expose of Vice AND Crime
--IN THE--
GAY FRENCH CAPITAL.
Depicting in a truly graphic manner the
doings and sayings of the liveliest
people on the face of the earth
in the liveliest capital in
the world.
Handsomely and profusely illustrated with
innumerable Engravings.
Translated from the French Expressly for
Richard K. Fox
PRICE BY MAIL, 25 CENTS.
RICHARD K. FOX, Publisher,
Franklin Square, New York
HORROR!
THE JOHNSTOWN DISASTER WHICH ECLIPSED HISTORY.
A DEATH-DEALING DAM.
Hundreds upon Hundreds of People Swept Away by the Flood.
There is not one chance in a million that the Conemaugh river would
ever have been heard of in history had it not been for its action on
Friday evening, May 31.
The Conemaugh river is, or rather was, a simple little stream that
meandered through Northwestern Pennsylvania and made glad by its
peaceful murmurings those who dwelt by its bankside, or bore tokens of
affection in the way of pleasure-seeking picnickers, moonlight parties
or across-stream excursionists upon its placid bosom. It was one of
those inoffensive creeks, termed by courtesy a river, that the Hudson
river of the East, the Mississippi of the Middle or the Red river of
the West might call a stripling.
There are times when even the still, small voice arises in its might
and asserts its supremacy, and the wee small river of Conemaugh did
that self-same thing on Friday evening, May 31. All along the banks
of the listless, yet ever flowing, little alleged river the farmers
were preparing for their anticipated harvests; the fishermen of the
section--amateur fishermen indeed, for they were only equal to the
fish--small and incomplete as was the Conemaugh, such as you and I,
reader, who took pleasure in flinging their worm-crowded hooks into
the stomach of a log and then going home for more bait; bonny fairies,
brisk young tillers of the soil, toilers, and seeming-tired miners,
these and all other human concomitants that go to make up such a quiet,
thriving bailiwick dwelt in the locality.
And so went on the listless life of the denizens of the Conemaugh
Valley, nestling at the foot of the Allegheny range.
Snuggling in the cosiest nook, right where no prying reporter or
trout-fishing President ever bent his way was Johnstown. The word "was"
is used advisedly, Johnstown is no more. At four o'clock on the fateful
day all was serene. At six o'clock all was desolation and destruction.
[Illustration: THE OLD JOHNSTOWN.]
The "big dam" had broken and the little brooklet had burst its sides
for very glee at being dubbed a creek, and was making itself known in
history. The Brooklyn Theatre holocaust, with its dead three hundred,
paled into insignificance. The Mud Run and Reading disasters had to
take a back seat.
"Let me alone for horror," murmured the Conemaugh, "and I'll get there!"
It did get there.
Right above Johnstown on the self-same Conemaugh, or rather where
the North Fork glides into that erstwhile inoffensive stream, was a
reservoir.
The reservoir is on the site of the old lake, which was one of the
feeders of the Pennsylvania Canal. It is the property of a number
of wealthy gentlemen in Pittsburgh, who formed themselves into the
corporation, the title of which is the South Fork Fishing and Hunting
Club. This sheet of water was formerly known as Conemaugh Lake. It is
from two hundred to three hundred feet above the level of Johnstown,
being in the mountains. It is about three and one-half miles long and
from a mile to one and one-fourth miles in width, and in some places
it is 100 feet in depth. It holds more water than any other reservoir,
natural or artificial, in the United States. The lake has been
quadrupled in size by artificial means, and was held in check by a dam
from 700 to 1,000 feet wide. It was 90 feet in thickness at the base,
and the height was 110 feet. The top has a breadth of over twenty feet.
From what could be ascertained by the writer, the reservoir-banks
had not been considered absolutely safe by the people of the big and
growing town. The reservoir was an artificial rather than a natural
lake. The art came in when the South Fork Club, a corporation of
gentlemen, took charge of the reservoir and dammed it. The South Fork
Club had the dam inspected once a month by the Pennsylvania Railroad
engineers, and their investigation showed that nothing less than some
convulsion of nature would tear the barrier away and loosen the weapon
of death. The steady rains of the past forty-eight hours had increased
the volume of water in all the small mountain streams, which had
already been swelled by the lesser rains earlier in the week. At this
time it was evident that something in the nature of a cloudburst must
have occurred just before the waters broke through the embankment.
Then the water came.
It came with a rush
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THE
RIGHT
OF
AMERICAN SLAVERY.
BY
T. W. HOIT,
OF THE ST. LOUIS LITERARY AND PHILOSOPHICAL ASSOCIATION.
SOUTHERN AND WESTERN EDITION.
FIRST AND SECOND EDITIONS, 500,000 COPIES.
FOR SALE BY THE PRINCIPAL PUBLISHERS THROUGHOUT THE UNION.
ST. LOUIS, MO.:
PUBLISHED BY L. BUSHNELL.
1860.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860,
By T. W. HOIT,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States
in and for the District of Missouri.
BAKER & GODWIN, PRINTERS,
Printing-House Square, opposite City Hall,
NEW YORK.
PREFACE.
TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE.
_My Fellow Countrymen:_--Upon what manner of times have we fallen? Is
our supposed experiment of self-government about to prove a failure?
Are we so blind as not to see the abyss into which we are about to
plunge? Section hostile against section; States arrayed against the
Constitution; Churches sundered; the springs of intelligence poisoned
at their source; treason stalking at noonday; insurrection rife; the
equality of States and citizens denied, and derided; justice rebuked;
treachery applauded; traitors canonized; anarchy inaugurated; monarchy
calculating the end of republicanism; and the wheels of government
clogged by the minions of despotism! All this, my Countrymen, and you
passive, silent, sightless; reckless of your own and your children's
doom? And while all this is true, you go about your usual avocations,
as though the eyes of the civilized world were not upon you; as though
the great, the good, the magnanimous of all lands were not breathless,
and spell-bound, and appalled at the spectacle; as though the
prophetic admonitions of the Father of our Country were forgotten, and
nature, with an ominous silence, conspired to lull you into
forgetfulness, the more to astound you with the wonders and the woes
of an approaching catastrophe!
What fatal error is there in our Republican principle? What virus
sickens our body politic? What fascination lures us from the shrine of
freedom? What infatuation hath seized the American people, that they
should put to hazard this priceless inheritance,--the home, and
refuge, and hope, of the down-trodden nations?
I aver there is a fatal fallacy adopted by a large number of the
American people, which, if not rejected, will lead us down to national
oblivion. That fallacy is exposed in the following pages, by showing
what is right, and what is wrong, and explaining the fundamental error
by which our public opinion is divided, and the way of a reunion
pointed out. No one can desire to remain in error. It is the desire to
do right which animates the great mass of the American people. It was,
perhaps, the _desire_ to do right, that made John Brown a rebel and a
traitor, and which consigned him to a traitor's doom. There is no
safety, then, in _desiring_ to do right; but to KNOW what is right,
and to DO it. The time has now arrived when the American people must
do right, or suffer the penalty of doing wrong.
Good _intentions_ will not do. Good DEEDS are demanded,--actions
founded upon truth and justice, and in accordance with nature's
irrevocable laws. We boast of our greatness, and power, and
intelligence. Of what avail are all these, if they will not save us
from national ruin? What boots it that a slumbering giant dreams of
his strength while he is falling upon the bosom of a burning lake? The
mightiest empires have sunk to oblivion. Are we soon to follow them?
Our material greatness and vigor seem to forbid the idea of premature
decay; but let us not be blind to the delusive dream of an immortality
springing from mental imbecility, nor the chimera of a political
finality in governmental system which establishes and tolerates
INJUSTICE, nor the permanence of a State in the midst of
preponderating elements of fluctuating popular delusion.
Either the institutions under which we live are founded in truth, or
they are founded in error. Our constitution is the work of wisdom, or
of folly. It is founded in justice, or injustice; in RIGHT, or
_wrong_. Shall we honor the astuteness of its founders, and
perpetuate these institutions to remotest ages? or shall we prove
recreant to this trust, unworthy of these manifold blessings, and in
our mental blindness and moral imbecility invoke the scorn of future
ages, and the just execrations of all mankind?
The _material_ elements of
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HARPER'S
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
VOLUME V.
JUNE TO NOVEMBER, 1852.
NEW YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
329 & 331 PEARL STREET,
FRANKLIN SQUARE.
MDCCCLII.
ADVERTISEMENT.
HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE closes its Fifth Semi-annual Volume with
a circulation of more than One Hundred Thousand copies. The Publishers
have spared neither labor nor expense to render it the most attractive
Magazine of General Literature ever offered to the public; and they
confidently present this Volume as evidence that their efforts to add
to the value and interest of the work have kept pace with the increase
of its circulation.
Special arrangements have been made, and will continue to be made,
to render the next Volume still more worthy of public favor than its
predecessor has been. The abundant facilities at the command of the
Publishers insure an unlimited field for the choice and selection
of material, while the ample space within the pages of the Magazine
enables the Editors to present matter suited to every variety of taste
and mood of the reading community. The Pictorial Illustrations will
maintain the attractive and varied character by which they have been
heretofore distinguished, while their number will be still farther
increased.
In the general conduct and scope of the Magazine no change is
contemplated. Each Number will contain as hitherto:
_First._--ORIGINAL ARTICLES by popular American authors, illustrated,
whenever the subject demands, by wood-cuts executed in the best style
of the art.
_Second._--SELECTIONS from the current literature of the day, whether
in the form of articles from foreign periodicals or extracts from new
books of special interest. This department will include such serial
tales by the leading authors of the time, as may be deemed of peculiar
interest; but these will not be suffered to interfere with a due degree
of variety in the contents of the Magazine.
_Third._--A MONTHLY RECORD, presenting an impartial condensed and
classified history of the current events of the times.
_Fourth._--An EDITOR'S TABLE, devoted to the careful and elaborate
discussion of the higher questions of principles and ethics.
_Fifth._--An EDITOR'S EASY CHAIR and DRAWER, containing literary
and general gossip, the chat of town and country, anecdotes and
reminiscences, wit and humor, sentiment and pathos, and whatever, in
general, belongs to an agreeable and entertaining miscellany.
_Sixth._--CRITICAL NOTICES of all the leading books of the day. These
will present a fair and candid estimate of the character and value of
the works continually brought before the public.
_Seventh._--LITERARY INTELLIGENCE, concerning books, authors, art, and
whatever is of special interest to cultivated readers.
_Eighth._--PICTORIAL COMICALITIES, in which wit and humor will be
addressed to the eye; and affectations, follies, and vice, chastised
and corrected. The most scrupulous care will be exercised that in this
department humor shall not pass into vulgarity, or satire degenerate
into abuse.
_Ninth._--THE FASHIONS appropriate for the season, with notices of
whatever novelties in material or design may make their appearance.
The Publishers here renew the expression of their thanks to the Press
and the Public in general, for the favor which has been accorded to the
New Monthly Magazine, and solicit such continuance of that favor as the
merits of the successive Numbers may deserve.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME V.
All Baggage at the Risk of the Owner 334
A Duel in 1830 399
A Dull Town 179
Animal Mechanics 524
A Possible Event 786
A Primitive People 111
Armory at Springfield. By JACOB ABBOTT. 145
Auld Robin Gray--a Ballad 1
A Terribly Strange Bed 202
Bleak House. By CHARLES DICKENS. 7, 229, 358, 505, 638, 791
British Museum and Zoological Gardens By FREDRIKA BREMER 201
Celebrated French Clockmaker 86
Church of the Cup of Cold Water 34
COMICALITIES, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.
Smoking at a Railway Station, 141. The Childish Teetotal
Movement; Deference to the Sex, 142. Illustration of Humbug;
Rules for Health; Finance for Young Ladies, 281. Maine-Law
Petitioners, 282. Anti-Maine-Law Petitioners, 283. Matrimony
Made Easy, 284. Favorite Investments; An Agreeable Partner,
285. Delicacy; The Dog-Days; The American Crusaders; Poetical
Cookery-Book, 286. Mr. Bull's Ideas on the Musquito Question;
Starvation for the Delicate, 427. Young New York Hard-up; A
Victim of the Tender Passion, 428. A Striking Expression; Scene
in a Fashionable Ladies' Groggery, 429. Rather a Bad Look-out;
The Attentive Husband in August, 430. A Great Nuisance, 569.
Tea-Room before Tea, 570. Tea-Room after Tea, 571. A Midsummer
Night's Dream; Blow like sweet Roses, 572. New Illustrations
to Shakspeare, 573. A Superfluous Question; Children must be
paid for, 574. New Illustrations to Byron, 717. The Dog and
his Enemies; Scenes from a Dog's Life in Dog-Days, 718. Some
Punkins; Advice to the Poor Gratis, 861. A Natural Consequence;
Proper Prudence, 862.
Courage of a Man of Principle 765
Curiosity in Natural History 113
Dark Chapter from the Diary of a Law Clerk 688
Daughter of the Bardi 112
Down in a Silver Mine 772
Drops of Water 75
Drooping Buds. By CHARLES DICKENS 66
EDITOR'S DRAWER.
Legal Examinations; Anecdotes of Beau Brummell, 131. The
Disgusted Wife to her Husband; The extempore Hair-cutter, 132.
Sonnet on a Youth who died of eating Fruit-pie; Mussulman
Scruples; Letter from Algeria, 133. Steam in Palestine; The
Puzzled Chinaman; Hints on Popping the Question, 134. A new
Family of Plants; Lamartine as Conservative; As Traveler;
An Irish Joke; Doubling prohibited, 135. An original Crest;
Mr. Caw; The Scotch Blacksmith, 136. Bustles in Africa;
Skeleton for Poets; Wives in China; A Persian Fable; Gents and
Gentlemen; The Ugly Man, 271. The Queen's Dog; "Unused as I
am to Public Speaking;" The Sold Troop-Horse; Philosophical
Explanation; Differences in Childhood, 272. Execution of
Montrose; Rothschild; Hot Soup at Railway Stations, 273. A
"Sonnick," by Thackeray; What is Pleasure? Working Clothes;
Legal Maxims; The Mazurka; Miss Trephina and Miss Trephosa;
Spanish Self-Glorification; The Two Hogarths; Dionysius the
Tyrant; The Pope in a Dilemma; Anecdotes of Horne Tooke;
Orthography of English Names; E Pluribus Unum; The Statue
of Pasquin, 274. A Matter-of-Fact Man, 416. Gambling, a new
Species of it; Country Quietude; Mons. le General Court de
Boston, 417. A Needle-Eye for a Camel to go through; A Levy;
Squaring the Account; For Bachelors; Old Proverbs excepted to,
418. Model Presentation Verses; Modern Dictionary; Governor
Chittenden and the Thief; The Puzzled Publican; How do you
like the Doctor? 419. How to prevent Riches from flying;
Anecdote of Louis Philippe; Tongues _vs._ Tongs; Spilling
Water in the Street, 420. An Epigram; Sydney Smith's Son;
Hint to Shoppers, Borrowing Books; Head and Bonnets; Allen,
Internal and External Costumer; Hair changing Color; An
Epitaph, 421. About that "Tea-Room" and the Amateur Alderman,
557. A bad Head better than none; Patent Hen Persuader;
Difference between a Bull and a Bully; How to grow Rich; Taking
things Coolly, a Triad of Instances; Beautiful Superstition;
The Ruling Passion, 558. Humanity of Nelson; An accurate
Receipt; Firing Dutch Cheeses; Getting slewed; An unwelcome
Shower-Bath; Nautical Technicalities, 559. A Gem from Lydgate;
Examination in Anatomy; Becoming "Dark;" Betting to Win;
An inordinate Petition, 560. Try Again; Newport Notions;
Putting one's Foot in; A Story of a Hog; Catachresis, 561.
The Poetry of Ballooning; A Maniac's Voyage to the Moon, 706.
About Umbrellas; "Sucker" Office-seeker; Remedy for a Broken
Leg, 707. How to double your Wealth; The Biter bit--a Tale
of the Mustard-pot; The Lord and the Lackey; A Squint at a
Crooked Leg; The Miseries of Pic-nicking, 708. A Frenchman's
Experience in Ladies' Schools; Carlyle on Stars; Twisting; A
Belle, 709. Lays of the Cavaliers; Pursuit of Knowledge under
Difficulties; Partition of Turkey; A Second-hand President;
The Lazy Man; Odd Names, 710. Prevention better than Cure; The
Lady and the Doctor; Inscription; Epitaph; Gipsies; Hogg, 711.
An Artist's Gratitude; Pilgrimage to the Tomb of Juliet at
Verona, 712. A Lover's Letter; What's the Matter; A Professor
posed; Doctoring; Thanksgiving, 848. How to be Happy; the
Sheriff and the Peddler; Thoughts by a Tailor, 849. About
Matrimony; <DW64> Banking; Being Busted; Coughing Concert, 850.
Mr. Benton; A Poser; Voyage of Life; Gulliver; Johnson and
Smith on the Scotch, 851. A great Pity; First Glimpse in the
Glass; Desirable Ignorance; Witchcraft; A Simile, 852. Anecdote
of Whitfield; Hotel Scenes; Hint to the Married; Grace before
Meat; For Bachelors, 853. Doubly Mistaken; a Steamboat Race,
854.
EDITOR'S EASY CHAIR.
Still more about the Weather; Spring Floods, 126. Rapid
Changes; Niagara in Winter; Spring again; New Park; Kossuth;
Jenny Lind Goldschmidt, 127. Summer Traveling; Western Scenery;
Autograph Lottery, and Dumas's Sequel, 128. An Old Gentleman's
Letter--The Bride of Landeck, 129, 269, 414, 554, 702, 844. A
July Chair, 265. Parks; Imaginary Rambles; A Duo and a Triad of
Verses; Leafy June; The Washington Monument Intermittent Fever;
Political Conventions; Ole Bull, 266. The Maine Law at Watering
Places; Home-made Wines; Pleasuring to the Rocky Mountains; New
Lake in Minnesota; Summer Contentments, 267. Authors becoming
Millionaires; Dying for Love, 268. Provincials in Paris, 411.
Americans Abroad; The Grand Tour in Six Weeks; M. de Broglie's
Description of Washington, 412. A little Mule will grow; The
Town at Midsummer, 413. Fruits and Flowers; Poor Generals;
Alboni, with a Hint to Musical Critics; Monkeys at the Opera
House, 414. The Tender Passion in French Courts of Justice,
552. Summer at Saratoga; Saratoga out of Season, and a Glance
at the Good Time coming, 553. Back to Town, 842. The Opera and
Concerts; Alboni, Sontag, and Paul Jullien; The new Hotels, and
what will come of them, 843. Relief for Broadway; Our World's
Fair; Our own Political Position; Letter from the Editor, 844.
EDITOR'S TABLE.
On Education, 123. A Nation's Birthday, 262. Moral Influences
of the Theatre, 406. The Ideal of the Statesman, 548. The
Sabbath, 699. Morality of Steamboat Accidents, 836.
Edward Drysdale 77
Exaggeration 780
Fashions for June 145
Fashions for July 287
Fashions for August 431
Fashions for September 575
Fashions for October 719
Fashions for November 863
Fragments from a Young Wife's Diary 627
Franconia Mountains. By WM. MACLEOD 4
From Gold to Gray 115
Gambler's End 770
Garden of Flowers 781
Gossip about Great Men 667
Habits of Distinguished Authors 174
Henry Clay--Personal Anecdotes, etc. 393
Hunting Adventures in Le Morvan 466
Infidel Rebuked 464
Insect Wings 470
John Randolph of Roanoke 531
Last of the Fairies 810
Leaf from a Traveler's Note-Book.
By MAUNSEL B. FIELD 329
Life and Death of Paganini 659
Life in Paris 748
Life of Blake, the Great Admiral 197
LITERARY NOTICES.
ORIGINAL NOTICES.
Life and Correspondence of Niebuhr; Weber's Romance of Natural
History; Ivar, or, the Skjuts-Boy; Queechy; The Daltons;
Brace's Hungary in 1851; James's Pequinillo; English Synonyms,
137. Sargent's Standard Speaker; Spring's Glory of Christ;
Anthon's Manual of Grecian Antiquities; Works of President
Olin; Mountford's Thorpe; Life of Burns; Fancies of a Whimsical
Man; Alice Carey's Lyra; McMullen's Hand-Book of Wines, 138.
Stuart's Naval Dry Docks; Hervey's Principles of Courtesy;
Harrison's Laws of the Latin Language; Fasquelle's New French
Method; The Two Families; Owen's Greek Reader; Lamartine's
Restoration, 277. Clifton; Fourth Volume of Cosmos; Dollars
and Cents; Trench's Study of Words; Life and Correspondence of
Jeffrey, 278. Clarke's Eleven Weeks in Europe; Waverley Novels,
279. Curtis's Lotus-Eating; Strong's Harmony of the Gospels;
Fox and Hoyt's Quadrennial Register; Abbott's Mother at Home;
Waverley Novels; Herbert's Knights of England, France, and
Scotland, 422. Marco Paul's Voyages and Travels; Woodbury's
Shorter German Course; Todd's Summer Gleanings; Hildreth's
United States; Halleck's Poems; Elliott's Mysteries, 423. Life
of Dr. Chalmers, 4th vol., 564. Meyer's Universum; Niebuhr's
Lectures on Ancient History; Atlantic and Transatlantic;
Sketches Afloat and Ashore; Butler's Analogy; The Napoleon
Dynasty, 565. Waverley Novels; Shaw's Outlines of English
Literature, with a Sketch of American Literature; Personal
Adventures of "Our Own Correspondent" in Italy; St. Helena and
the Cape of Good Hope; Haydock's Catholic Family Bible; The New
Rhetorical Reader, 566. Parisian Sights and French Principles;
The Discarded Daughter; The Mormons, or Latter-Day Saints;
Tusculan Questions, Anthon's edition; Sargent's Life of Henry
Clay, 713. Stray Meditations; Anna Hammer; Mrs. Judson's Olio
of Domestic Verses; Life and Works of Burns, Vol. IV.; The
Master Builder; Bartlett's Natural Philosophy; Upjohn's Rural
Architecture; The Dodd Family Abroad; The Old Engagement;
Single Blessedness; Lydia, A Woman's Book; De Bow's Industrial
Resources of the Southern and Western States, 714. Goodrich's
Select British Eloquence; Buckingham's Personal Memoirs, 856.
Guizot's Corneille and his Times; Chasles's Anglo-American
Literature; Philosophers and Actresses; Hawthorne's Life of
Pierce; Tuckerman's Sicily; Champlin's and Kuehner's Greek
Grammars; James's Life of Vicissitudes; Mrs. Hale's New Book
of Cookery, 857. Docharty's Algebra; Oehlschlaeger's German
Dictionary; The School for Fathers; March's Webster and his
Contemporaries; New Editions of Dickens; Morse's Geography;
Anthon's Cornelius Nepos, 858.
FOREIGN NOTICES AND INTELLIGENCE.
Life of Kirby; Longman's Announcements; Life of Lord Langdale;
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THE PEARL OF THE
ANTILLES
OR
_AN ARTIST IN CUBA_
BY
WALTER GOODMAN
HENRY S. KING & CO. 65 CORNHILL & 12 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON 1873
(_All rights reserved_)
TO
MY TRAVELLING-COMPANION AND BROTHER-ARTIST
SENOR DON JOAQUIN CUADRAS
OF CUBA
_THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED_
IN REMEMBRANCE OF OUR LONG AND UNINTERRUPTED FRIENDSHIP
AT HOME AND ABROAD
PREFACE.
Cuba having lately become a prominent object of attention, both to
Europe and America, I venture to think that any trustworthy information
that can be given respecting it, may prove acceptable to the reader. I
approach my task with no great pretensions, but yet with an experience
acquired by many years' residence in the Island, and an intimate
intercourse with its inhabitants. I arrived there in 1864, when Cuba was
enjoying uninterrupted peace and prosperity, and my departure took place
in the first year of her adversity. Having thus viewed society in the
Island under the most opposite conditions, I have had various and ample
opportunities of studying its institutions, its races and its
government; and in availing myself of these opportunities I have
endeavoured, as far as possible, to avoid those matters which are alike
common to life in Spain and in Cuba.
As I write, Cuba is passing through a great crisis in her history. For
this reason my experiences may prove more interesting than they might
otherwise have done; nor do I think that they will be found less
attractive, because it has been my choice to deal with the subject
before me from the point of view rather of an artist than of a traveller
or a statistician.
Perhaps I may be allowed to add, that the matter contained in these
pages will be almost entirely fresh to the reader; for, although I have
included a few papers which I have from time to time contributed to _All
the Year Round_, _Cassell's Magazine_, and _London Society_, I have
taken care to introduce them in such a manner as not to break the
continuity with which I have endeavoured to connect the various parts of
my subject.
In explanation of the title chosen for this volume, I may remark that
'the Pearl of the Antilles' is one of the prettiest in that long series
of eulogistic and endearing titles conferred by poets and others on the
Island of Cuba, which includes 'the Queen of the Antilles,' 'the Jewel
in the Spanish Crown,' 'the Promised Land,' 'the Summer Isle of Eden,'
'the Garden of the West,' and 'the Loyal and Ever-faithful Isle.'
WALTER GOODMAN.
22 LANCASTER ROAD,
WESTBOURNE PARK,
LONDON: 1873.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
A CUBAN WELCOME.
PAGE
Our Reception at Santiago de Cuba--Spanish Law--A Commemorative
Feast--Cuban Courtesy--Coffee House Politeness
CHAPTER II.
DAILY LIFE IN CUBA.
A Cuban Home--My Bed-Room--A Creole Breakfast--Don Benigno
and his Family--A Cuban Matron--Church-going in connection with
Shopping--An Evening Tertulia--A Tropical Moon
CHAPTER III.
ART-PATRONAGE IN CUBA.
Our Studio--Our Critics--Our Patrons--Still-Life
CHAPTER IV.
A CUBAN 'VELORIO.'
More Still-Life--A Night-Wake--Mourners--Dona Dolores--A Funeral
Procession--A Burial
CHAPTER V.
CUBAN MODELS.
Tropical Birds--The Coco's--La Grulla--Vultures--Street Criers--Water
Carriers
CHAPTER VI.
CUBAN BEGGARS.
Carrapatam Bunga--The Havana Lottery--A Lady Beggar--A Beggar's
Opera--Popular Characters--Charity--A Public Raffle--The 'King of
the Universe'
CHAPTER VII.
THE BLACK ART IN CUBA.
A Model Mulatto--A Bewitched Watchman--Cuban Sorcery--An Enchanted
Painter
CHAPTER VIII.
A TASTE OF CUBAN PRISON-LIFE.
Two Views of the Morro Castle--The Commandant--The Town Jail--Cuban
Policemen--Prisoners--A
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THE
LAST WORDS OF DISTINGUISHED
MEN AND WOMEN
THE LAST WORDS
(REAL AND TRADITIONAL)
OF DISTINGUISHED
MEN AND WOMEN
COLLECTED FROM VARIOUS SOURCES
BY
FREDERIC ROWLAND MARVIN
The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony;
Where words are scarce they're seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
--_Shakspeare_
NEW YORK CHICAGO TORONTO
FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
1901
Copyright 1901
by
FREDERIC ROWLAND MARVIN
(June)
To my Wife
this Book is most Lovingly
Dedicated
Neither is there anything of which I am so inquisitive, and delight
to inform myself, as the manner of men's deaths, their words, looks,
and bearing; nor any places in history I am so intent upon; and it
is manifest enough, by my crowding in examples of this kind, that I
have a particular fancy for that subject. If I were a writer of
books, I would compile a register, with a comment, of the various
deaths of men: he who should teach men to die, would at the same
time teach them to live.--MONTAIGNE.
Last Words of Distinguished Men and Women.
ADAM (Alexander, Dr., headmaster at the High School in Edinburgh, and
the author of "Roman Antiquities"), 1741-1809. "_It grows dark, boys.
You may go._"
"It grows dark, boys. You may go."
(Thus the master gently said,
Just before, in accents low,
Circling friends moaned, "He is dead.")
Unto him, a setting sun
Tells the school's dismissal hour,
Deeming not that he alone
Deals with evening's dark'ning power.
All his thought is with the boys,
Taught by him in light to grow;
Light withdrawn, and hushed the noise,
Fall the passwords, "You may go."
Go, boys, go, and take your rest;
Weary is the book-worn brain:
Day sinks idly in the west,
Tired of glory, tired of gain.
Careless are the shades that creep
O'er the twilight, to and fro;
Dusk is lost in shadows deep:
_It grows dark, boys. You may go._
_Mary B. Dodge._
ABD-ER-RAHMAN III. (surnamed An-Nasir-Lideen-Illah or Lidinillah, that
is to say, "the defender of the religion of God," eighth Sultan and
first Caliph of Cordova. Under Abd-er-Rahman III. the Mohammedan empire
in Spain attained the height of its glory), 886-961. "_Fifty years have
passed since I became Caliph. Riches, honors, pleasures--I have enjoyed
all. In this long time of seeming happiness I have numbered the days on
which I have been happy. Fourteen._" Though these sad words correctly
express the spirit of the man who is reported to have spoken them, they
are purely traditional.
ADAMS (John, second President of the United States), 1735-1826.
"_Independence forever!_"
He died on the Fourth of July, the anniversary of the Declaration of
Independence; and it is thought that his last words were suggested by
the noise of the celebration. Some say his last words were, "Jefferson
survives;" if so, he was mistaken, for Jefferson passed away at an
earlier hour the same day.
ADAMS (John Quincy, sixth President of the United States), 1767-1848.
"_It is the last of earth! I am content!_" On the twenty-first of
February, 1848, while in his seat in the Capitol, he was struck with
paralysis, and died two days later.
ADDISON (Joseph, poet and essayist), 1672-1719. "_See in what peace a
Christian can die!_" These words were addressed to Lord Warwick, an
accomplished but dissolute youth, to whom Addison was nearly related.
ADRIAN or HADRIAN (Publius AElius, the Roman Emperor), 76-138. "_O my
poor soul, whither art thou going?_"
Adrian wrote both in Greek and Latin. Among his Latin poems (preserved
by Spartianus, who
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THE GREAT STONE FACE AND OTHER TALES OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
1882
CONTENTS
Introduction
The Great Stone Face
The Ambitious Guest
The Great Carbuncle
Sketches From Memory
INTRODUCTION
THE first three numbers in this collection are tales of the White Hills
in New Hampshire. The passages from Sketches from Memory show that
Hawthorne had visited the mountains in one of his occasional rambles
from home, but there are no entries in his Note Books which give
accounts of such a visit. There is, however, among these notes
the following interesting paragraph, written in 1840 and clearly
foreshadowing The Great Stone Face:
'The semblance of a human face to be formed on the side of a mountain,
or in the fracture of a small stone, by a lusus naturae [freak of
nature]. The face is an object of curiosity for years or centuries, and
by and by a boy is born whose features gradually assume the aspect of
that portrait. At some critical juncture the resemblance is found to be
perfect. A prophecy may be connected.'
It is not impossible that this conceit occurred to Hawthorne before he
had himself seen the Old Man of the Mountain, or the Profile, in the
Franconia Notch which is generally associated in the minds of readers
with The Great Stone Face.
In The Ambitious Guest he has made use of the incident still told to
travellers through the Notch, of the destruction of the Willey family
in August, 1826. The house occupied by the family was on the <DW72> of
a mountain, and after a long drought there was a terrible tempest which
not only raised the river to a great height but loosened the surface of
the mountain so that a great landslide took place. The house was in
the track of the slide, and the family rushed out of doors. Had they
remained within they would have been safe, for a ledge above the house
parted the avalanche so that it was diverted into two paths and swept
past the house on either side. Mr. and Mrs. Willey, their five children,
and two hired men were crushed under the weight of earth, rocks, and
trees.
In the Sketches from Memory Hawthorne gives an intimation of the tale
which he might write and did afterward write of The Great Carbuncle. The
paper is interesting as showing what were the actual experiences out of
which he formed his imaginative stories.
THE GREAT STONE FACE and Other Tales Of The White Mountains
THE GREAT STONE FACE
One afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and her little boy
sat at the door of their cottage, talking about the Great Stone Face.
They had but to lift their eyes, and there it was plainly to be seen,
though miles away, with the sunshine brightening all its features.
And what was the Great Stone Face? Embosomed amongst a family of
lofty mountains, there was a valley so spacious that it contained many
thousand inhabitants. Some of these good people dwelt in log-huts, with
the black forest all around them, on the steep and difficult hillsides.
Others had their homes in comfortable farm-houses, and cultivated the
rich soil on the gentle <DW72>s or level surfaces of the valley. Others,
again, were congregated into populous villages, where some wild,
highland rivulet, tumbling down from its birthplace in the upper
mountain region, had been caught and tamed by human cunning, and
compelled to turn the machinery of cotton-factories. The inhabitants of
this valley, in short, were numerous, and of many modes of life. But all
of them, grown people and children, had a kind of familiarity with the
Great Stone Face, although some possessed the gift of distinguishing
this grand natural phenomenon more perfectly than many of their
neighbors.
The Great Stone Face, then, was a work of Nature in her mood of majestie
playfulness, formed on the perpendicular side of a mountain by some
immense rocks, which had been thrown together in such a position as,
when viewed at a proper distance, precisely to resemble the features of
the human countenance. It seemed as if an enormous giant, or a Titan,
had sculptured his own likeness on the precipice. There was the broad
arch of the forehead, a hundred feet in height; the nose, with its long
bridge; and the vast lips, which, if they could have spoken, would have
rolled their thunder accents from one end of the valley to the other.
True it is, that if the spectator approached too near, he lost the
outline of the gigantic visage, and could discern only a heap of
ponderous and gigantic rocks, piled in chaotic ruin one upon another.
Retracing his steps,
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[1844 Title Page]
The Pencil of Nature
H. Fox Talbot
Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans, London
1844
CONTENTS
Introductory Remarks
Brief Historical Sketch of the Invention of the Art
PLATE I. PART OF QUEEN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD.
PLATE II. VIEW OF THE BOULEVARDS AT PARIS.
PLATE III. ARTICLES OF CHINA.
PLATE IV. ARTICLES OF GLASS.
PLATE V. BUST OF PATROCLUS.
PLATE VI. THE OPEN DOOR.
PLATE VII. LEAF OF A PLANT.
PLATE VIII. A SCENE IN A LIBRARY.
PLATE IX. FAC-SIMILE OF AN OLD PRINTED PAGE.
PLATE X. THE HAYSTACK.
PLATE XI. COPY OF A LITHOGRAPHIC PRINT.
PLATE XII. THE BRIDGE OF ORLEANS.
PLATE XIII. QUEEN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD.
PLATE XIV. THE LADDER.
PLATE XV. LACOCK ABBEY IN WILTSHIRE.
PLATE XVI. CLOISTERS OF LACOCK ABBEY.
PLATE XVII. BUST OF PATROCLUS.
PLATE XVIII. GATE OF CHRISTCHURCH.
PLATE XIX. THE TOWER OF LACOCK ABBEY
PLATE XX. LACE
PLATE XXI. THE MARTYRS' MONUMENT
PLATE XXII. WESTMINSTER ABBEY
PLATE XXIII. HAGAR IN THE DESERT.
PLATE XXIV. A FRUIT PIECE.
ILLUSTRATIONS
PLATE I. PART OF QUEEN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD.
PLATE II. VIEW OF THE BOULEVARDS AT PARIS.
PLATE III. ARTICLES OF CHINA.
PLATE IV. ARTICLES OF GLASS.
PLATE V. BUST OF PATROCLUS.
PLATE VI. THE OPEN DOOR.
PLATE VII. LEAF OF A PLANT.
PLATE VIII. A SCENE IN A LIBRARY.
PLATE IX. FAC-SIMILE OF AN OLD PRINTED PAGE.
PLATE X. THE HAYSTACK.
PLATE XI. COPY OF A LITHOGRAPHIC PRINT.
PLATE XII. THE BRIDGE OF ORLEANS.
PLATE XIII. QUEEN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD, Entrance Gateway
PLATE XIV. THE LADDER.
PLATE XV. LACOCK ABBEY IN WILTSHIRE.
PLATE XVI. CLOISTERS OF LACOCK ABBEY.
PLATE XVII. BUST OF PATROCLUS.
PLATE XVIII. GATE OF CHRISTCHURCH.
PLATE XIX. THE TOWER OF LACOCK ABBEY
PLATE XX. LACE
PLATE XXI. THE MARTYRS' MONUMENT
PLATE XXII. WESTMINSTER ABBEY
PLATE XXIII. HAGAR IN THE DESERT.
PLATE XXIV. A FRUIT PIECE.
INTRODUCTORY REMARKS
The little work now presented to the Public is the first attempt to
publish a series of plates or pictures wholly executed by the new art of
Photogenic Drawing, without any aid whatever from the artist's pencil.
The term "Photography" is now so well known, that an explanation of it is
perhaps superfluous; yet, as some persons may still be unacquainted with
the art, even by name, its discovery being still of very recent date, a
few words may be looked for of general explanation.
It may suffice, then, to say, that the plates of this work have been
obtained by the mere action of Light upon sensitive paper. They have been
formed or depicted by optical and chemical means alone, and without the
aid of any one acquainted with the art of drawing. It is needless,
therefore, to say that they differ in all respects, and as widely us
possible, in their origin, from plates of the ordinary kind, which owe
their existence to the united skill of the Artist and the Engraver.
They are impressed by Nature's hand; and what they want as yet of delicacy
and finish of execution arises chiefly from our want of sufficient
knowledge of her laws. When we have learnt more, by experience,
respecting the formation of such pictures, they will doubtless be brought
much nearer to perfection; and though we may not be able to conjecture
with any certainty what rank they may hereafter attain to as pictorial
productions, they will surely find their own sphere of utility, both for
completeness of detail and correctness of perspective.
The Author of the present work having been so fortunate as to discover,
about ten years ago, the principles and practice of Photogenic Drawing, is
desirous that the first specimen of an Art, likely in all probability to
be much employed in future,
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MARGUERITE DE ROBERVAL
_A ROMANCE OF THE DAYS OF JACQUES CARTIER_
By
T. G. MARQUIS
TORONTO
THE COPP CLARK COMPANY LIMITED
1899
MARGUERITE DE ROBERVAL
CHAPTER I
"These narrow, cramped streets torture me! I must get out of this place
or I shall go mad. The country, with its rolling fields and great
stretches of calm sky helps a little, but nothing except the ocean will
satisfy my spirit. Five years have gone now, and I am still penned up in
this miserable hole, with no power to go abroad, save for a cruise up
the Channel, or a run south along the coast. If matters do not change, I
think I shall quietly weigh anchor on La Hermine and slip across the
Atlantic without leave of King or blessing of priest. I tell you,
Claude, it would be rare sport to go that way, without a good-bye word
to friend or lover. Gold is there in plenty, and diamonds are there, and
a road to the Indies; and if we should bring back riches and new
discoveries the King would forgive our boldness."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, with jet-black hair and beard, and
piercing black eyes. He was as straight as a mid-forest pine, and tanned
and wrinkled with years of exposure to sun and wind, but was a
handsome, commanding fellow withal. His name was Jacques Cartier. He was
the most famous seaman in France, and had already made two trips across
the stormy Atlantic in boats in which nineteenth-century sailors would
fear to cross the Channel.
His companion was Claude de Pontbriand, a young man of gentle birth, who
had been with him on his second voyage. He was as dark as Cartier, with
a lion-like neck and shoulders, a resolute mouth and chin, and a kindly
eye, whose expression had a touch of melancholy. Among his companions he
was known as their Bayard; and the purity of his life, the generosity of
his disposition, and his dauntless courage made the title a fitting one.
The two men were walking along one of the winding thoroughfares of the
French seaport of St Malo, on a glorious moonlight evening in the autumn
of 1539. The hour, though still early, was an unusual one in those days
for anybody to be abroad simply for pleasure; and the little town was
quiet and deserted save for an occasional pedestrian whom business, of
one kind or another, had compelled to leave his home.
There was a short silence after Cartier's remarks, before De Pontbriand
replied:
"I thought you had had enough of the New World."
"Enough!" exclaimed Cartier. "That New World is mine. I first took
possession of it. My cross still stands guarding my interests at Gaspe,
and my memory is still dear to the red men from Stadacona to Hochelaga."
"I am not so certain of the friendship of the Indians," interrupted his
companion. "If we had not carried off old Donnacona and his
fellow-chiefs it might have been so, but now that they are dead you will
have some difficulty in inventing a story that will regain you the
confidence of their tribesmen. Ah! Cartier, I warned you then; and now I
only regret that I did not oppose your action with my very sword. Poor
devils! It was pitiful to see them droop and droop like caged birds, and
finally die one by one. Poor old Donnacona! I expect we shall find his
spirit back on the heights of Stadacona if we ever cross the ocean
again."
"That was a mistake," replied Cartier, "but one never knows just what
will be the results of an action. I did it for the best. I thought the
Indians would enjoy a visit to Europe as much as did the two lads I
brought over on my first voyage. They were too old, however, and seem to
have been rooted to the soil. I am afraid we shall have to invent a way
of explaining their absence should we return to Hochelaga. Would it not
be well to marry them to noble ladies, and give them dukedoms in France
to govern?"
"A good idea, with the one drawback that it is false; and there are
enough false men already in France without an honest seaman swelling
their numbers. But my impression of the savages is, that you will have a
hard time to make them believe your story. They are a deep people, and,
as we found them, a generous people; and once deceived, you will find
that they will never again have perfect confidence in their betr
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The list of the corrected items is at the end of this e-book.
=Edgar Fawcett's Novels.=
_Mr. Fawcett is a novelist who does a service that greatly needs to be
done,--a novelist who writes of the life with which he is closely
acquainted, and who manfully emphasizes his respect for his native land,
and his contempt for the weakness and affectation of those who are
ashamed of their country._--New York Evening Post.
_A GENTLEMAN OF LEISURE._
_Ninth Edition._ "Little Classic" style. 18mo, $1.00.
Take it as a whole, we know no English novel of the last few years fit
to be compared with it in its own line for simplicity, truth, and
rational interest.--_London Times._
It is the most truly American novel that has been given to the world in
some time, for the reason that it teaches Americans--or, at all events,
should teach them--what puny and puerile beings they become when they
attempt to decry their own country and ape the idiosyncrasies of
another.--_New York Express._
An amazingly clever book, the story well managed in the telling, the
dialogue bright and sparkling, and the humor unforced and
genuine.--_Boston Transcript._
It is a most charming story of American life and character, with a rare
dash of humor in it, and a good deal of vigorous satire.--_Quebec
Chronicle._
_A HOPELESS CASE._
_Fourth Edition._ "Little Classic" style. 18mo, $1.25.
"A Hopeless Case" contains much that goes to make up a novel of the best
order--wit, sarcasm, pathos, and dramatic power--with its sentences
clearly wrought out and daintily finished. It is a book which ought to
have a great success.--_Cincinnati Commercial._
"A Hopeless Case" will, we are sure, meet with a very enthusiastic
reception from all who can appreciate fiction of a high order. The
picture of New York society, as revealed in its pages, is remarkably
graphic and true to life.... A thoroughly delightful novel--keen, witty,
and eminently American. It will give the author a high rank as a writer
of fiction.--_Boston Traveller._
As a sprightly and interesting comedy this book will find hosts of
interested readers. It has its lessons of value in the striking
contrasts it furnishes of the different styles of life found in our
great cities.--_New England Journal of Education._
Its brilliant and faithful pictures of New York society and its charming
heroine can hardly fail to make it very popular.--_Salem Gazette._
_AN AMBITIOUS WOMAN._
12mo, cloth, $1.50.
*.* _For sale by Booksellers. Sent, by mail, post-paid, on receipt of
price by the Publishers_,
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO., BOSTON, MASS.
AN AMBITIOUS WOMAN
_A Novel_
BY
EDGAR FAWCETT
AUTHOR OF "A GENTLEMAN OF LEISURE," "A HOPELESS
CASE," ETC.
[Illustration]
BOSTON
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
New York: 11 East Seventeenth Street
=The Riverside Press, Cambridge=
1884
Copyright, 1888,
BY EDGAR FAWCETT.
_All rights reserved._
_The Riverside Press, Cambridge:_
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
AN AMBITIOUS WOMAN.
I.
If any spot on the globe can be found where even Spring has lost the
sweet trick of making herself charming, a cynic in search of an
opportunity for some such morose discovery might thank his baleful stars
were chance to drift him upon Greenpoint. Whoever named the place in
past days must have done so with a double satire; for Greenpoint is not
a point, nor is it ever green. Years ago it began by being the sluggish
suburb of a thriftier and smarter suburb, Brooklyn. By degrees the
latter broadened into a huge city, and soon its neighbor village
stretched out to it arms
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LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
[Illustration]
Love Sonnets of an
Office Boy
By
Samuel Ellsworth Kiser
Illustrated by
John T. McCutcheon
Forbes & Company
Boston and Chicago
1902
_Copyright, 1902_
BY SAMUEL ELLSWORTH KISER
Published by arrangement with
THE CHICAGO RECORD-HERALD
Colonial Press: Electrotyped and Printed
by C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U.S.A.
LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
I.
Oh, if you only knowed how much I like
To stand here, when the "old man" ain't around,
And watch your soft, white fingers while you pound
Away at them there keys! Each time you strike
It almost seems to me as though you'd found
Some way, while writin' letters, how to play
Sweet music on that thing, because the sound
Is something I could listen to all day.
You're twenty-five or six and I'm fourteen,
And you don't hardly ever notice me--
But when you do, you call me Willie! Gee,
I wisht I'd bundles of the old long green
And could be twenty-eight or nine or so,
And something happened to your other beau.
II.
I heard the old man scoldin' yesterday
Because your spellin' didn't suit him quite;
He said you'd better go to school at night,
And you was rattled when he turned away;
You had to tear the letter up and write
It all again, and when nobody seen
I went and dented in his hat for spite:
That's what he got for treatin' you so mean.
I wish that you typewrote for me and we
Was far off on an island, all alone;
I'd fix a place up under some nice tree,
And every time your fingers struck a key
I'd grab your hands and hold them in my own,
And any way you spelt would do for me.
[Illustration]
III.
I wish a fire'd start up here, some day,
And all the rest would run away from you--
The boss and that long-legged bookkeeper, too,
That you keep smilin' at--and after they
Was all down-stairs you'd holler out and say:
"Won't no one come and save me? Must I choke
And die alone here in the heat and smoke?
Oh, cowards that they was to run away!"
And then I'd come and grab you up and go
Out through the hall and down the stairs, and when
I got you saved the crowd would cheer, and then
They'd take me to the hospital, and so
You'd come and stay beside me there and cry
And say you'd hate to live if I would die.
[Illustration]
IV.
Yesterday I stood behind your chair
When you was kind of bendin' down to write,
And I could see your neck, so soft and white,
And notice where the poker singed your hair,
And then you looked around and seen me there,
And kind of smiled, and I could seem to feel
A sudden empty, sinkish feelin' where
I'm all filled up when I've just e't a meal.
Dear Frankie, where your soft, sweet finger tips
Hit on the keys I often touch my lips,
And wunst I kissed your little overshoe,
And I have got a hairpin that you wore--
One day I found it on the office floor--
I'd throw my job up if they fired you.
V.
She's got a dimple in her chin, and, oh,
How soft and smooth it looks; her eyes are blue;
The red seems always tryin' to peep through
The middle of her cheeks. I'd like to go
And lay my face up next to hers and throw
My arms around her neck, with just us two
Alone together, but not carin' who
Might scold if they should see us actin' so.
If I would know that some poor girl loved me
As much as I do her, sometimes I'd take
Her in my arms a little while and make
Her happy just for kindness, and to see
The pleased look that acrost her face'd break,
And hear the sighs that showed how glad she'd be.
VI.
When you're typewritin' and that long-legged clerk
Tips back there on his chair and smiles at you,
And you look up and get to smilin', too,
I'd like to go and give his chair a jerk
And send him flyin' till his head went through
The door that goes out to the hall, and when
They picked him up he'd be all black and blue
And you'd be nearly busted laughin' then.
But if I done it, maybe you would run
And hold his head and smooth his hair and say
It made you sad that he got dumped that way,
And I'd get h'isted out for what I done--
I wish that he'd get fired and you'd stay
And suddenly I'd be a man some day.
[Illustration]
VII.
If I was grown to be a man, and you
And all the others that are workin' here
Was always under me, and I could clear
The place to-morrow if I wanted to,
I'd buy an easy chair all nice and new
And get a bird to sing above your head,
And let you set and rest all day, instead
Of hammerin' them keys the way you do.
I'd bounce that long-legged clerk and then I'd raise
Your wages and move up my desk beside
Where you'd be settin,' restin' there, and I'd
Not care about the weather--all the days
Would make me glad, and in the evenings then
I'd wish't was time to start to work again.
[Illustration]
VIII.
This morning when that homely, long-legged clerk
Come in he had a rose he got somewhere;
He went and kind of leaned against her chair,
Instead of goin' on about his work,
And stood around and talked to her awhile,
Because the boss was out,--and both took care
To watch the door; and when he left her there
He dropped the flower with a sickish smile.
I snuck it from
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THE NIGHT-SIDE OF NATURE
Or,
Ghosts and Ghost-Seers.
by
CATHERINE CROWE
Authoress of “Susan Hopley,” “Lilly Dawson,” “Aristodemus,” etc.
"Thou com’st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.”
New York:
J. S. Redfield, Clinton Hall.
Boston:—B. B. Mussey & Co.
1850.
P R E F A C E.
* * * * *
IN my late novel of “Lilly Dawson,” I announced my intention of
publishing a work to be called “The Night-Side of Nature;" this is it.
The term “Night-Side of Nature” I borrow from the Germans, who derive it
from the astronomers, the latter denominating that side of a planet
which is turned from the sun, its _night-side_. We are in this condition
for a certain number of hours out of every twenty-four; and as, during
this interval, external objects loom upon us but strangely and
imperfectly, the Germans draw a parallel between these vague and misty
perceptions, and the similar obscure and uncertain glimpses we get of
that veiled department of nature, of which, while comprising as it does,
the solution of questions concerning us more nearly than any other, we
are yet in a state of entire and wilful ignorance. For science, at least
science in this country, has put it aside as beneath her notice, because
new facts that do not fit into old theories are troublesome, and not to
be countenanced.
We are encompassed on all sides by wonders, and we can
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The House of Life
by
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Part I. YOUTH AND CHANGE
INTRODUCTORY SONNET
A Sonnet is a moment's monument,--
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,
Whether for lustral rite or dire portent,
Of its own arduous fulness reverent:
Carve it in ivory or in ebony,
As Day or Night may rule; and let Time see
Its flowering crest impearled and orient.
A Sonnet is a coin: its face reveals
The soul,--its converse, to what Power 'tis due:--
Whether for tribute to the august appeals
Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue,
It serve; or,'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath,
In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death.
LOVE ENTHRONED
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:--
Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen Past
To signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;
And Youth, with still some single golden hair
Unto his shoulder clinging, since the last
Embrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;
And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.
Love's throne was not with these; but far above
All passionate wind of welcome and farewell
He sat in breathless bowers they dream not of;
Though Truth foreknow Love's heart, and Hope foretell,
And Fame be for Love's sake desirable,
And Youth be dear, and Life be sweet to Love.
BRIDAL BIRTH
As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and first
The mother looks upon the new-born child,
Even so my Lady stood at gaze and smiled
When her soul knew at length the Love it nursed.
Born with her life, creature of poignant thirst
And exquisite hunger, at her heart Love lay
Quickening in darkness, till a voice that day
Cried on him, and the bonds of birth were burst.
Now, shielded in his wings, our faces yearn
Together, as his fullgrown feet now range
The grove, and his warm hands our couch prepare:
Till to his song our bodiless souls in turn
Be born his children, when Death's nuptial change
Leaves us for light the halo of his hair.
REDEMPTION
O Thou who at Love's hour ecstatically
Unto my lips dost evermore present
The body and blood of Love in sacrament;
Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be
The inmost incense of his sanctuary;
Who without speech hast owned him, and intent
Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,
And murmured o'er the cup, Remember me!--
O what from thee the grace, for me the prize,
And what to Love the glory,--when the whole
Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim shoal
And weary water of the place of sighs,
And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes
Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!
LOVESIGHT
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Before thy face, their altar, solemnize
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)
Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies
Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,
And my soul only sees thy soul its own?
O love, my love! if I no more should see
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,--
How then should sound upon Life's darkening <DW72>
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
The wind of Death's imperishable wing?
HEART'S HOPE
By what word's power, the key of paths untrod,
Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore,
Till parted waves of Song yield up the shore
Even as that sea which Israel crossed dry-shod?
For lo! in some poor rhythmic period,
Lady, I fain would tell how evermore
Thy soul I know not from thy body, nor
Thee from myself, neither our love from God.
Yea, in God's name, and Love's, and thine, would I
Draw from one loving heart such evidence
As to all hearts all things shall signify;
Tender as dawn's first hill-fire, and intense
As instantaneous penetrating sense,
In Spring's birth-hour, of other Springs gone by.
THE KISS
What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips
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THE PAPERS AND WRITINGS OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN
VOLUME ONE
CONSTITUTIONAL EDITION
By Abraham Lincoln
Edited by Arthur Brooks Lapsley
With an Introduction by Theodore Roosevelt
The Essay on Lincoln by Carl Schurz
The Address on Lincoln by Joseph Choate
VOLUME 1.
INTRODUCTORY
Immediately after Lincoln's re-election to the Presidency, in an
off-hand speech, delivered in response to a serenade by some of his
admirers on the evening of November 10, 1864, he spoke as follows:
"It has long been a grave question whether any government not too strong
for the liberties of its people can be strong enough to maintain its
existence in great emergencies. On this point, the present rebellion
brought our republic to a severe test, and the Presidential election,
occurring in regular course during the rebellion, added not a little
to the strain.... The strife of the election is but human nature
practically applied to the facts in the case. What has occurred in this
case must ever occur in similar cases. Human nature will not change. In
any future great national trial, compared with the men of this, we shall
have as weak and as strong, as silly and as wise, as bad and as good.
Let us therefore study the incidents in this as philosophy to learn
wisdom from and none of them as wrongs to be avenged.... Now that the
election is over, may not all having a common interest reunite in a
common fort to save our common country? For my own part, I have striven
and shall strive to avoid placing any obstacle in the way. So long as I
have been here, I have not willingly planted a thorn in any man's bosom.
While I am deeply sensible to the high compliment of a re-election
and duly grateful, as I trust, to Almighty God for having directed my
countrymen to a right conclusion, as I think for their own good, it adds
nothing to my satisfaction that any other man may be disappointed or
pained by the result."
This speech has not attracted much general attention, yet it is in a
peculiar degree both illustrative and typical of the great statesman who
made it, alike in its strong common-sense and in its lofty standard of
morality. Lincoln's life, Lincoln's deeds and words, are not only of
consuming interest to the historian, but should be intimately known to
every man engaged in the hard practical work of American political life.
It is difficult to overstate how much it means to a nation to have as
the two foremost figures in its history men like Washington and Lincoln.
It is good for every man in any way concerned in public life to feel
that the highest ambition any American can possibly have will be
gratified just in proportion as he raises himself toward the standards
set by these two men.
It is a very poor thing, whether for nations or individuals, to advance
the history of great deeds done in the past as an excuse for doing
poorly in the present; but it is an excellent thing to study the history
of the great deeds of the past, and of the great men who did them, with
an earnest desire to profit thereby so as to render better service in
the present. In their essentials, the men of the present day are much
like the men of the past, and the live issues of the present can be
faced to better advantage by men who have in good faith studied how the
leaders of the nation faced the dead issues of the past. Such a study of
Lincoln's life will enable us to avoid the twin gulfs of immorality and
inefficiency--the gulfs which always lie one on each side of the careers
alike of man and of nation. It helps nothing to have avoided one if
shipwreck is encountered in the other. The fanatic, the well-meaning
moralist of unbalanced mind, the parlor critic who condemns others but
has no power himself to do good and but little power to do ill--all
these were as alien to Lincoln as the vicious and unpatriotic
themselves. His life teaches our people that they must act with wisdom,
because otherwise adherence to right will be mere sound and fury without
substance; and that they must also act high-mindedly, or else what seems
to be wisdom will in the end turn out to be the most destructive kind of
folly.
Throughout his entire life, and especially after he rose to leadership
in his party, Lincoln was stirred to his depths by the sense of fealty
to a lofty ideal; but throughout his entire life, he also accepted human
nature as it is, and worked with keen, practical good sense to achieve
results with the instruments at hand.
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SINGLE LIFE;
A COMEDY,
In Three Acts,
BY
JOHN BALDWIN BUCKSTONE, ESQ.,
(MEMBER OF THE DRAMATIC AUTHORS' SOCIETY,)
AS PERFORMED AT THE
THEATRE ROYAL, HAY-MARKET.
CORRECTLY PRINTED FROM THE PROMPTER'S COPY, WITH THE
CAST OF CHARACTERS, COSTUME, SCENIC ARRANGEMENT,
SIDES OF ENTRANCE AND EXIT, AND RELATIVE
POSITIONS OF THE DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
SPLENDIDLY ILLUSTRATED WITH AN ETCHING,
BY PIERCE EGAN, THE YOUNGER, FROM A DRAWING TAKEN
DURING THE REPRESENTATION.
LONDON:
CHAPMAN AND HALL, 186, STRAND.
"NASSAU STEAM PRESS,"
W. S. JOHNSON, 6, NASSAU STREET, SOHO.
Dramatis Personae and Costume.
_First produced, Tuesday, July 23rd, 1839._
BACHELORS.
MR. JOHN NIGGLE _(A fluctuating bachelor.)_ }
Light drab coat, white waistcoat, nankeen } MR. WEBSTER.
pantaloons, white stockings, shoes, white wig }
tied in a tail, white hat }
MR. DAVID DAMPER _(A woman-hating bachelor.)_ }
Brown coat with black horn buttons, old }
fashioned dark figured silk waistcoat, black } MR. STRICKLAND.
pantaloons, hessian boots, iron-grey
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STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
BY
MRS. GODDARD ORPEN
_ILLUSTRATED_
BOSTON
D LOTHROP COMPANY
WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD
COPYRIGHT, 1890,
BY
D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
CONTENTS.
I.
THE REGENT 9
II.
THE ORLOFF 37
III.
LA PELEGRINA 59
IV.
THE KOH-I-NUR 79
V.
THE FRENCH BLUE 111
VI.
THE BRAGANZA 131
VII.
THE BLACK PRINCE'S RUBY 149
VIII.
THE SANCI 177
IX.
THE GREAT MOGUL 198
X.
THE AUSTRIAN YELLOW 218
XI.
A FAMOUS NECKLACE 238
XII.
THE TARA BROOCH AND THE SHRINE OF ST. PATRICK'S BELL 262
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page.
The Regent 14
The Orloff 40
The Koh-i-Nur 83
Koh-i-Nur, as recut 95
Tavernier's Blue Diamond 118
The "Hope Blue" Diamond 119
"Brunswick" Blue Diamond 123
"Hope Blue" Diamond, as mounted 126
The Crown of England 171
The Sanci 183
The Great Mogul 209
The Austrian Yellow 220
Diamond in the rough 229
Diamond after cutting 232
"The Necklace of History" 243
The Tara Brooch 265
St. Patrick's Bell 279
STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
I.
THE REGENT.
Of all the gems which have served to adorn a crown or deck a beauty the
Regent has perhaps had the most remarkable career. Bought, sold, stolen
and lost, it has passed through many hands, always however leaving some
mark of its passage, so that the historian can follow its devious course
with some certainty. From its extraordinary size it has been impossible
to confound it with any other diamond in the world; hence the absence of
those conflicting statements with regard to it which puzzle one at every
turn in the cases of certain other historical jewels.
The first authentic appearance of this diamond in history was in
December, 1701. In that month it was offered for sale by a diamond
merchant named Jamchund to the Governor of Fort St. George near Madras,
Mr. Thomas Pitt, the grandfather of the great Earl of Chatham.
Although, as we shall see later on, the diamond came fairly into the
hands of Mr. Pitt, it had already a taint of blood upon it. I allude to
the nebulous and gloomy story that has drifted down to us along with
this sparkling gem. How far the story is true it is now impossible to
ascertain. The Regent itself alone could throw any light upon the
subject, and that, notwithstanding its myriad rays, it refuses to do.
Tradition says the stone was found by a slave at Partreal, a hundred and
fifty miles south of Golconda. The native princes who worked these
diamond mines were very particular to see that all the large gems should
be reserved to deck their own swarthy persons; hence there were most
stringent regulations for the detection of theft. No person who was not
above suspicion--and who indeed was ever above the suspicion of an
absolute Asiatic prince?--might leave the mines without being thoroughly
examined, inside and out, by means of purgatives, emetics and the like.
Notwithstanding all these precautions however, the Regent was concealed
in a wound made in the calf of the leg of a slave. The inspectors, I
suppose, did not probe the wound deeply enough, for the slave got away
safely with his prize and reached Madras. Alas! poor wretch, it was an
evil day for him when he found the great rough diamond. On seeking out a
purchaser he met with an English skipper who offered him a considerable
sum for it; but on going to the ship, perhaps to get his money, he was
slain and thrown overboard. The skipper then sold the stone to Jamchund
for one thousand pounds ($5000), took to drink and speedily succumbing
to the combined effects of an evil conscience and delirium tremens
hanged himself. Thus twice baptized in blood the great diamond was
fairly launched upon its life of adventure.
And now we come to the authentic part of its history.
Mr. Pitt has left a solemn document under his own hand and seal
recounting his mercantile encounter with the Eastern Jamchund. It would
appear
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* * * * *
VOL. III.--NO. 123. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
CENTS.
Tuesday, March 7, 1882. Copyright, 1882, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 per
Year, in Advance.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "I DON'T BELIEVE THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH WOULD HAVE DARED
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FATHER TIME'S DILEMMA.
BY RAJA.
There was a commotion in the moon. Father Time had the rheumatism in
both legs, and could not move from his seat by the fire-place. This was
a horrible state of affairs. For thousands upon thousands of
years--nobody knows how many--he had never failed to make his visit to
the earth, and now he was helpless; and what would be the result of a
day's neglect of duty? Perhaps the world would come to an end; for with
the end of Time, what else could be expected? At all events, his
reputation would be ruined, and the bare idea made him writhe and groan.
"My dear, pray be more careful," said his wife, anxiously. "If you toss
your arms about in that reckless fashion, you will certainly do some
mischief. I have picked up your scythe seven times, and your hour-glass
was just on the point of tumbling from the table."
"Let it tumble," growled Father Time, crossly. "If my reputation goes,
what do I care for the hour-glass? Aïe! aïe! where do you suppose I took
this rheumatism? Never dreamed that I could have it at my age, after all
the draughts that I've been exposed to. It must have been that dreadful
eclipse that made the air so chilly."
At this there went up such a howl from the Moon that all the inhabitants
of Venus, which happened to be in the neighborhood, thought there was a
thunder-storm. Father Time's billions and trillions of children had just
come quietly into his room to ask how he felt, and when they heard their
usually gentle parent express himself in such impatient tones they
thought he must certainly be delirious, and wept aloud in anguish. He
was rather ashamed of his burst of passion when he saw how they took it
to heart, and hung his head for a while, upon which his wife tried to
comfort him.
"It's almost time for Sol to go to earth, and how can he if I'm not with
him? I shall go crazy if this state of things continues."
"Papa," cried two billion of his children, "why could not we take your
place for to-day?"
"Oh yes," echoed all the rest; "we do so long to be useful!"
A gleam of hope lighted their father's gloomy face, but he looked a bit
doubtful. "Are you sure that you know what to do and where to go? You
have not my power of ubiquity; that is to say, you can not be everywhere
at once as I am."
"But there are more than enough of us to go around," answered the
children. "Each one of us will spend the day by the side of some mortal,
and we are sure you will not be missed. As for old Sol, it will be easy
enough to explain your absence to him. It is all his fault for letting
himself be eclipsed."
"Very well, then, my dear children; go, and success attend you. Do not
forget our family motto." He stretched out both his arms in blessing,
and solemnly pronounced the words "Tempus fugit."
* * * * *
Earth's daylight had fled, and all its inhabitants were soundly
sleeping. Father Time's children trooped back into his room, and a more
dejected multitude was never seen before. With very few exceptions, they
were all pale and tired and forlorn. He looked at them for a moment, and
then a sly twinkle crept into his eyes as he said:
"What is the matter, children? Haven't you enjoyed your day on the
earth?"
They raised their heads to groan an emphatic "No," and wearily let them
drop again.
"Why, you have envied me my daily trip there for ages"--they gave a sigh
in unison--"and never would believe me
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THE WAY OF THE WORLD
A COMEDY
_Audire est operæ pretium_, _procedere recte_
_Qui mæchis non vultis_.—HOR. _Sat._ i. 2, 37.
—_Metuat doti deprensa_.—_Ibid_.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
RALPH, EARL OF MOUNTAGUE, ETC.
MY LORD,—Whether the world will arraign me of vanity or not, that I have
presumed to dedicate this comedy to your lordship, I am yet in doubt;
though, it may be, it is some degree of vanity even to doubt of it. One
who has at any time had the honour of your lordship’s conversation,
cannot be supposed to think very meanly of that which he would prefer to
your perusal. Yet it were to incur the imputation of too much
sufficiency to pretend to such a merit as might abide the test of your
lordship’s censure.
Whatever value may be wanting to this play while yet it is mine, will be
sufficiently made up to it when it is once become your lordship’s; and it
is my security, that I cannot have overrated it more by my dedication
than your lordship will dignify it by your patronage.
That it succeeded on the stage was almost beyond my expectation; for but
little of it was prepared for that general taste which seems now to be
predominant in the palates of our audience.
Those characters which are meant to be ridiculed in most of our comedies
are of fools so gross, that in my humble opinion they should rather
disturb than divert the well-natured and reflecting part of an audience;
they are rather objects of charity than contempt, and instead of moving
our mirth, they ought very often to excite our compassion.
This reflection moved me to design some characters which should appear
ridiculous not so much through a natural folly (which is incorrigible,
and therefore not proper for the stage) as through an affected wit: a wit
which, at the same time that it is affected, is also false. As there is
some difficulty in the formation of a character of this nature, so there
is some hazard which attends the progress of its success upon the stage:
for many come to a play so overcharged with criticism, that they very
often let fly their censure, when through their rashness they have
mistaken their aim. This I had occasion lately to observe: for this play
had been acted two or three days before some of these hasty judges could
find the leisure to distinguish betwixt the character of a Witwoud and a
Truewit.
I must beg your lordship’s pardon for this digression from the true
course of this epistle; but that it may not seem altogether impertinent,
I beg that I may plead the occasion of it, in part of that excuse of
which I stand in need, for recommending this comedy to your protection.
It is only by the countenance of your lordship, and the _few_ so
qualified, that such who write with care and pains can hope to be
distinguished: for the prostituted name of poet promiscuously levels all
that bear it.
Terence, the most correct writer in the world, had a Scipio and a Lelius,
if not to assist him, at least to support him in his reputation. And
notwithstanding his extraordinary merit, it may be their countenance was
not more than necessary.
The purity of his style, the delicacy of his turns, and the justness of
his characters, were all of them beauties which the greater part of his
audience were incapable of tasting. Some of the coarsest strokes of
Plautus, so severely censured by Horace, were more likely to affect the
multitude; such, who come with expectation to laugh at the last act of a
play, and are better entertained with two or three unseasonable jests
than with the artful solution of the fable.
As Terence excelled in his performances, so had he great advantages to
encourage his undertakings, for he built most on the foundations of
Menander: his plots were generally modelled, and his characters ready
drawn to his hand. He copied Menander; and Menander had no less light in
the formation of his characters from the observations of Theophrastus, of
whom he was a disciple; and Theophrastus, it is known, was not only the
disciple, but the immediate successor of Aristotle, the first and
greatest judge of poetry. These were great models to design by; and the
further advantage which Terence possessed towards giving his plays the
due ornaments of purity of style, and justness of manners, was not less
considerable from the freedom of conversation which was permitted him
with Lelius and Scipio, two of the greatest and most polite men of his
age. And, indeed, the privilege of such a conversation is the only
certain means of attaining to the perfection of dialogue.
If it has happened in any part of this comedy that I have gained a turn
of style or expression more correct, or at least more corrigible, than in
those which I have formerly written, I must, with equal pride and
gratitude, ascribe it to the honour of your lordship’s admitting me into
your conversation, and that of a society where everybody else was so well
worthy of you, in your retirement last summer from the town: for it was
immediately after, that this comedy was written. If I have failed in my
performance, it is only to be regretted, where there were so many not
inferior either to a Scipio or a Lelius, that there should be one wanting
equal in capacity to a Terence.
If I am not mistaken, poetry is almost the only art which has not yet
laid claim to your lordship’s patronage. Architecture and painting, to
the great honour of our country, have flourished under your influence and
protection. In the meantime, poetry, the eldest sister of all arts, and
parent of most, seems to have resigned her birthright, by having
neglected to pay her duty to your lordship, and by permitting others of a
later extraction to prepossess that place in your esteem, to which none
can pretend a better title. Poetry, in its nature, is sacred to the good
and great: the relation between them is reciprocal, and they are ever
propitious to it. It is the privilege of poetry to address them, and it
is their prerogative alone to give it protection.
This received maxim is a general apology for all writers who consecrate
their labours to great men: but I could wish, at this time, that this
address were exempted from the common pretence of all dedications; and
that as I can distinguish your lordship even among the most deserving, so
this offering might become remarkable by some particular instance of
respect, which should assure your lordship that I am, with all due sense
of your extreme worthiness and humanity, my lord, your lordship’s most
obedient and most obliged humble servant,
WILL. CONGREVE.
PROLOGUE.
Spoken by MR. BETTERTON.
OF those few fools, who with ill stars are curst,
Sure scribbling fools, called poets, fare the worst:
For they’re a sort of fools which fortune makes,
And, after she has made ’em fools, forsakes.
With Nature’s oafs ’tis quite a diff’rent case,
For Fortune favours all her idiot race.
In her own nest the cuckoo eggs we find,
O’er which she broods to hatch the changeling kind:
No portion for her own she has to spare,
So much she dotes on her adopted care.
Poets are bubbles, by the town drawn in,
Suffered at first some trifling stakes to win:
But what unequal hazards do they run!
Each time they write they venture all they’ve won:
The Squire that’s buttered still, is sure to be undone.
This author, heretofore, has found your favour,
But pleads no merit from his past behaviour.
To build on that might prove a vain presumption,
Should grants to poets made admit resumption,
And in Parnassus he must lose his seat,
If that be found a forfeited estate.
He owns, with toil he wrought the following scenes,
But if they’re naught ne’er spare him for his pains:
Damn him the more; have no commiseration
For dulness on mature deliberation.
He swears he’ll not resent one hissed-off scene,
Nor, like those peevish wits, his play maintain,
Who, to assert their sense, your taste arraign.
Some plot we think he has, and some new thought;
Some humour too, no farce—but that’s a fault.
Satire, he thinks, you ought not to expect;
For so reformed a town who dares correct?
To please, this time, has been his sole pretence,
He’ll not instruct, lest it should give offence.
Should he by chance a knave or fool expose,
That hurts none here, sure here are none of those.
In short, our play shall (with your leave to show it)
Give you one instance of a passive poet,
Who to your judgments yields all resignation:
So save or damn, after your own discretion.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
MEN.
FAINALL, in love with Mrs. Marwood, _Mr. Betterton_.
MIRABELL, in love with Mrs. Millamant, _Mr. Verbruggen_.
WITWOUD, follower of Mrs. Millamant, _Mr. Bowen_.
PETULANT, follower of Mrs. Millamant, _Mr. Bowman_.
SIR WILFULL WITWOUD, half brother to Witwoud, _Mr. Underhill_.
and nephew to Lady Wishfort,
WAITWELL, servant to Mirabell, _Mr. Bright_.
WOMEN.
LADY WISHFORT, enemy to Mirabell, for having _Mrs. Leigh_.
falsely pretended love to her,
MRS. MILLAMANT, a fine lady, niece to Lady _Mrs. Bracegirdle_.
Wishfort, and loves Mirabell,
MRS. MARWOOD, friend to Mr. Fainall, and likes _Mrs. Barry_.
Mirabell,
MRS. FAINALL, daughter to Lady Wishfort, and _Mrs. Bowman_.
wife to Fainall, formerly friend to Mirabell,
FOIBLE, woman to Lady Wishfort, _Mrs. Willis_.
MINCING, woman to Mrs. Millamant, _Mrs. Prince_.
DANCERS, FOOTMEN, ATTENDANTS.
SCENE: London.
_The time equal to that of the presentation_.
ACT I.—SCENE I.
_A Chocolate-house_.
MIRABELL _and_ FAINALL _rising from cards_. BETTY _waiting_.
MIRA. You are a fortunate man, Mr. Fainall.
FAIN. Have we done?
MIRA. What you please. I’ll play on to entertain you.
FAIN. No, I’ll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so
indifferent; you are thinking of something else now, and play too
negligently: the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of
the winner. I’d no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune
than I’d make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.
MIRA. You have a taste extremely delicate, and are for refining on your
pleasures.
FAIN. Prithee, why so reserved? Something has put you out of humour.
MIRA. Not at all: I happen to be grave to-day, and you are gay; that’s
all.
FAIN. Confess, Millamant and you quarrelled last night, after I left
you; my fair cousin has some humours that would tempt the patience of a
Stoic. What, some coxcomb came in, and was well received by her, while
you were by?
MIRA. Witwoud and Petulant, and what was worse, her aunt, your wife’s
mother, my evil genius—or to sum up all in her own name, my old Lady
Wishfort came in.
FAIN. Oh, there it is then: she has a lasting passion for you, and with
reason.—What, then my wife was there?
MIRA. Yes, and Mrs. Marwood and three or four more, whom I never saw
before; seeing me, they all put on their grave faces, whispered one
another, then complained aloud of the vapours, and after fell into a
profound silence.
FAIN. They had a mind to be rid of you.
MIRA. For which reason I resolved not to stir. At last the good old
lady broke through her painful taciturnity with an invective against long
visits. I would not have understood her, but Millamant joining in the
argument, I rose and with a constrained smile told her, I thought nothing
was so easy as to know when a visit began to be troublesome; she reddened
and I withdrew, without expecting her reply.
FAIN. You were to blame to resent what she spoke only in compliance with
her aunt.
MIRA. She is more mistress of herself than to be under the necessity of
such a resignation.
FAIN. What? though half her fortune depends upon her marrying with my
lady’s approbation?
MIRA. I was then in such a humour, that I should have been better
pleased if she had been less discreet.
FAIN. Now I remember, I wonder not they were weary of you; last night
was one of their cabal-nights: they have ’em three times a week and meet
by turns at one another’s apartments, where they come together like the
coroner’s inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. You
and I are excluded, and it was once proposed that all the male sex should
be excepted; but somebody moved that to avoid scandal there might be one
man of the community, upon which motion Witwoud and Petulant were
enrolled members.
MIRA. And who may have been the foundress of this sect? My Lady
Wishfort, I warrant, who publishes her detestation of mankind, and full
of the vigour of fifty-five, declares for a friend and ratafia; and let
posterity shift for itself, she’ll breed no more.
FAIN. The discovery of your sham addresses to her, to conceal your love
to her niece, has provoked this separation. Had you dissembled better,
things might have continued in the state of nature.
MIRA. I did as much as man could, with any reasonable conscience; I
proceeded to the very last act of flattery with her, and was guilty of a
song in her commendation. Nay, I got a friend to put her into a lampoon,
and compliment her with the imputation of an affair with a young fellow,
which I carried so far, that I told her the malicious town took notice
that she was grown fat of a sudden; and when she lay in of a dropsy,
persuaded her she was reported to be in labour. The devil’s in’t, if an
old woman is to be flattered further, unless a man should endeavour
downright personally to debauch her: and that my virtue forbade me. But
for the discovery of this amour, I am indebted to your friend, or your
wife’s friend, Mrs. Marwood.
FAIN. What should provoke her to be your enemy, unless she has made you
advances which you have slighted? Women do not easily forgive omissions
of that nature.
MIRA. She was always civil to me, till of late. I confess I am not one
of those coxcombs who are apt to interpret a woman’s good manners to her
prejudice, and think that she who does not refuse ’em everything can
refuse ’em nothing.
FAIN. You are a gallant man, Mirabell; and though you may have cruelty
enough not to satisfy a lady’s longing, you have too much generosity not
to be tender of her honour. Yet you speak with an indifference which
seems to be affected, and confesses you are conscious of a negligence.
MIRA. You pursue the argument with a distrust that seems to be
unaffected, and confesses you are conscious of a concern for which the
lady is more indebted to you than is your wife.
FAIN. Fie, fie, friend, if you grow censorious I must leave you:—I’ll
look upon the gamesters in the next room.
MIRA. Who are they?
FAIN. Petulant and Witwoud.—Bring me some chocolate.
MIRA. Betty, what says your clock?
BET. Turned of the last canonical hour, sir.
MIRA. How pertinently the jade answers me! Ha! almost one a’ clock!
[_Looking on his watch_.] Oh, y’are come!
SCENE II.
MIRABELL _and_ FOOTMAN.
MIRA. Well, is the grand affair over? You have been something tedious.
SERV. Sir, there’s such coupling at Pancras that they stand behind one
another, as ’twere in a country-dance. Ours was the last couple to lead
up; and no hopes appearing of dispatch, besides, the parson growing
hoarse, we were afraid his lungs would have failed before it came to our
turn; so we drove round to Duke’s Place, and there they were riveted in a
trice.
MIRA. So, so; you are sure they are married?
SERV. Married and bedded, sir; I am witness.
MIRA. Have you the certificate?
SERV. Here it is, sir.
MIRA. Has the tailor brought
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This book contains words and phrases in both Greek and Hebrew. Greek
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The Symbolism of Freemasonry:
Illustrating and Explaining
Its Science and Philosophy, its Legends,
Myths and Symbols.
By
Albert G. Mackey, M.D.,
"_Ea enim quae scribuntur tria habere decent, utilitatem praesentem,
certum finem, inexpugnabile fundamentum._"
Cardanus.
1882.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by ALBERT G.
MACKEY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
South Carolina.
To General John C. Fremont.
My Dear Sir:
While any American might be proud of associating his name with that of
one who has done so much to increase the renown of his country, and to
enlarge the sum of human knowledge, this book is dedicated to you as a
slight testimonial of regard for your personal character, and in grateful
recollection of acts of friendship.
Yours very truly,
A. G. Mackey.
Preface.
Of the various modes of communicating instruction to the uninformed, the
masonic student is particularly interested in two; namely, the instruction
by legends and that by symbols. It is to these two, almost exclusively,
that he is indebted for all that he knows, and for all that he can know,
of the philosophic system which is taught in the institution. All its
mysteries and its dogmas, which constitute its philosophy, are intrusted
for communication to the neophyte, sometimes to one, sometimes to the
other of these two methods of instruction, and sometimes to both of them
combined. The Freemason has no way of reaching any of the esoteric
teachings of the Order except through the medium of a legend or a symbol.
A legend differs from an historical narrative only in this--that it is
without documentary evidence of authenticity. It is the offspring solely
of tradition. Its details may be true in part or in whole. There may be no
internal evidence to the contrary, or there may be internal evidence that
they are altogether false. But neither the possibility of truth in the one
case, nor the certainty of falsehood in the other, can remove the
traditional narrative from the class of legends. It is a legend simply
because it rests on no written foundation. It is oral, and therefore
legendary.
In grave problems of history, such as the establishment of empires, the
discovery and settlement of countries, or the rise and fall of dynasties,
the knowledge of the truth or falsity of the legendary narrative will be
of importance, because the value of history is impaired by the imputation
of doubt. But it is not so in Freemasonry. Here there need be no absolute
question of the truth or falsity of the legend. The object of the masonic
legends is not to establish historical facts, but to convey philosophical
doctrines. They are a method by which esoteric instruction is
communicated, and the student accepts them with reference to nothing else
except their positive use and meaning as developing masonic dogmas. Take,
for instance, the Hiramic legend of the third degree. Of what importance
is it to the disciple of Masonry whether it be true or false? All that he
wants to know is its internal signification; and when he learns that it is
intended to illustrate the doctrine of the immortality of the soul, he is
content with that interpretation, and he does not deem it necessary,
except as a matter of curious or antiquarian inquiry, to investigate its
historical accuracy, or to reconcile any of its apparent contradictions.
So of the lost keystone; so of the second temple; so of the hidden ark:
these are to him legendary narratives, which, like the casket, would be of
no value were it not for the precious jewel contained within. Each of
these legends is the expression of a philosophical idea.
But there is another method of masonic instruction, and that is by
symbols. No science is more ancient than that of symbolism. At one time,
nearly all the learning of the world was conveyed in symbols. And although
modern philosophy now deals only in abstract propositions, Freemasonry
still cleaves to the ancient method, and has preserved it in its
primitive importance as a means of communicating knowledge.
According to the derivation of the word from the Greek, "to symbolize"
signifies "to compare one thing with another." Hence a symbol is the
expression of an idea that has been derived from the comparison or
contrast of some object with a moral conception or attribute
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ABOLITION A SEDITION.
BY A NORTHERN MAN.
PHILADELPHIA:
GEO. W. DONOHUE,
NO. 22, SOUTH FOURTH STREET.
MDCCCXXXIX.
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the
year 1839, by GEO. W. DONOHUE, in the Clerk's
Office of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
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CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
The character of the Abolition organization
CHAPTER II.
The American Anti-slavery Society a seditious organization
CHAPTER III.
The seditious character of the Annual Report of the American
Anti-slavery Society, of 1838
CHAPTER IV.
The seditious character of the American Anti-slavery Society
farther considered
CHAPTER V.
Violent reforms, and their connexion with Abolitionism
CHAPTER VI.
The Abolition organization borrowed from the religious world
CHAPTER VII.
The anarchical principles of Abolitionism
CHAPTER VIII.
The incendiary doctrines of Abolitionism
CHAPTER IX.
Political responsibility in regard to slavery
CHAPTER X.
The romance of Abolitionism
CHAPTER XI.
Every man mind his own business
CHAPTER XII.
Perfectionism
CHAPTER XIII.
Liberty and Equality
CHAPTER XIV.
Social and political effects of Abolitionism
CHAPTER XV.
The bad effects of Abolitionism on the free <DW52> population,
and on the condition and prospects of the slaves
CHAPTER XVI.
A hypothetical view of Abolitionism
CHAPTER XVII.
Abolitionism considered as proposing no compensation for slave
property
CHAPTER XVIII.
The condition of American slaves as compared with other portions
of the African race
CHAPTER XIX.
The example of the Quakers, or Society of Friends
CHAPTER XX.
The South have done with argument
CHAPTER XXI.
Reasons why the Abolition movement, under its present
organization, will overthrow the Government
CHAPTER XXII.
The Abolition organization destructive of republican liberty
PREFACE.
We trust it will be obvious to all, that it was impossible to treat
Abolitionism according to its merits, or to exhibit its true
character, without regarding it as a RELIGIOUS MOVEMENT. There are two
prominent features of the moral and religious history of our country,
with which we have been compelled to come in contact. We, therefore,
take this opportunity so far to explain, as to bar the accident of
being misapprehended. First, then, we have averred the philosophical
connexion of antecedent and consequence between _Abolitionism_ and
_violent reforms_. It is proper, therefore, that we should state how
much we are willing to be understood as meaning by this couplet of
terms, having such a relation to the subject of this work. We say,
then, that by _violent reforms_, we mean those religious and moral
agitations of our country, which have proved alike unfriendly to
religious and social order, which are generally disapproved by sober
Christians, and we believe by the great majority of Christians, of
all, or nearly all, denominations. It is possible, that on a single
point we have hit hard a cherished opinion of many persons, for whom
we have the greatest respect; but as it relates merely to a _mode_ of
action, we must claim to be indulged in our own opinion in that
matter, as we allow the same privilege to others.
In the next place, we have found it necessary, in the _exhibit_ we
have made of the political machinery of the Abolition movement, to
enquire into its origin; and it will be manifest to all, that it was
brought from the religious world. The fact, that the model of the
American Anti-slavery Society was borrowed from the Religious and
Benevolent Society system, could not implicate those institutions, in
the estimation of the public, unless they should see fit to follow the
same example, and so far as they might do it, by going over from the
religious and moral, into the political sphere
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A NOVELIST ON NOVELS
_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_
NOVELS:
A BED OF ROSES
THE CITY OF NIGHT
ISRAEL KALISCH[1]
THE MAKING OF AN ENGLISHMAN[2]
THE SECOND BLOOMING
THE STRANGERS' WEDDING
OLGA NAZIMOV (Short Stories)
MISCELLANEOUS:
WOMAN AND TO-MORROW
ANATOLE FRANCE
DRAMATIC ACTUALITIES
THE INTELLIGENCE OF WOMAN ETC.
[Footnote 1: Published in the U.S.A. and Canada under the title, 'Until
the Day Break']
[Footnote 2: Published in the U.S.A. and Canada under the title, 'The
Little Beloved']
A NOVELIST
ON
NOVELS
BY
W. L. GEORGE
LONDON: 48 PALL MALL
W. COLLINS SONS & CO. LTD.
GLASGOW MELBOURNE AUCKLAND
Copyright 1918
NOTE
The chapters that follow have been written in varying moods, and express
the fluctuating feelings aroused in the author by the modern novel and
its treatment at the hands of the public. Though unrelated with the
novel, the chapters on 'Falstaff,' 'The Esperanto of Art,' and 'The
Twilight of Genius' have been included, either because artistically in
keeping with other chapters, or because their general implications
affect the fiction form.
A half of the book has not before now been published in Great Britain
and Dominions.
CONTENTS
PAGE
A DECEPTIVE DEDICATION 1
LITANY OF THE NOVELIST 24
WHO IS THE MAN? 62
THREE YOUNG NOVELISTS:
1. _D. H. LAWRENCE_ 90
2. _AMBER REEVES_ 101
3. _SHEILA KAYE-SMITH_ 109
FORM AND THE NOVEL 118
SINCERITY: THE PUBLISHER AND THE POLICEMAN 124
THREE COMIC GIANTS:
1. _TARTARIN_ 147
2. _FALSTAFF_ 161
3. _MUeNCHAUSEN_ 177
THE ESPERANTO OF ART 191
THE TWILIGHT OF GENIUS 208
A Deceptive Dedication
I
I have shown the manuscript of this book to a well-known author. One of
those staid, established authors whose venom has been extracted by the
mellow years. My author is beyond rancour and exploit; he has earned the
right to bask in his own celebrity, and needs to judge no more, because
no longer does he fear judgment. He is like a motorist who has sowed his
wild petrol. He said to me: 'You are very, very unwise. I never
criticise my contemporaries, and, believe me, it doesn't pay.' Well, I
am unwise; I always was unwise, and this has paid in a coin not always
recognised, but precious to a man's spiritual pride. Why should I not
criticise my contemporaries? It is not a merit to be a contemporary.
Also, they can return the compliment; some of them, if I may venture
upon a turn of phrase proper for Mr Tim Healy, have returned the
compliment before they got it. It may be unwise, but I join with
Voltaire in thanking God that he gave us folly. So I will affront the
condemnatory vagueness of wool and fleecy cloud, be content to think
that nobody will care where I praise, that everybody will think me
impertinent where I judge. I will be content to believe that the
well-known author will not mind if I criticise him, and that the others
will not mind either. I will hope, though something of a Sadducee, that
there is an angel in their hearts.
I want to criticise them and their works because I think the novel, this
latest born of literature, immensely interesting and important. It
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ART IN AMERICA
A CRITICAL AND HISTORICAL SKETCH
BY
S. G. W. BENJAMIN
AUTHOR OF "CONTEMPORARY ART IN EUROPE" "WHAT IS ART" &c.
_ILLUSTRATED_
[Illustration]
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1880
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879, by
HARPER & BROTHERS,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
ERRATUM.
The cut on page 28, attributed to Rembrandt Peale, should be credited to
John T. Peele.
PREFACE.
The aim of this book has been to give a historical outline of the growth
of the arts in America. But while this has been the dominating idea in
the mind of the writer, criticism has necessarily entered, more or less,
into the preparation of the work, since only by weighing the differences
or the comparative merits of those artists who seemed best to illustrate
the various phases of American art has it been possible to trace its
progress from one step to another.
It is from no lack of appreciation of their talents that the author has
apparently neglected mention of the American artists resident in foreign
capitals--like Bridgman, Duveneck, Wight, Neal, Bacon, Benson, Ernest
Parton, Millet, Whistler, Dana, Blashfield, Miss Gardner, Miss Conant,
and many others who have done credit to American aesthetic culture. But
it was necessary to draw the line somewhere; and to discuss what our
artists are painting abroad would have at once enlarged the scope of the
work beyond the limits of the plan adopted. An exception has been made
in the case of our sculptors, because they have so uniformly lived and
wrought in Europe, and so large a proportion of them are still resident
there, that, were we to confine this branch of the subject only to the
sculptors now actually in America, there would be little left to say
about their department of our arts.
The author takes this occasion cordially to thank the artists and
amateurs who have kindly permitted copies of their paintings and
drawings to be engraved for this volume.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
I.
EARLY AMERICAN ART 13
II.
AMERICAN PAINTERS (1828-1878) 39
III.
AMERICAN PAINTERS (1828-1878) 66
IV.
AMERICAN PAINTERS (1828-1878) 97
V.
SCULPTURE IN AMERICA 134
VI.
PRESENT TENDENCIES OF AMERICAN ART 164
ILLUSTRATIONS.
SUBJECT. ARTIST. PAGE.
PORTRAIT OF A LADY _John Singleton Copley_ _Frontispiece_
FAMILY OF BISHOP BERKELEY _John Smybert_ 16
DEATH ON THE PALE HORSE _Benjamin West_ 19
DEATH OF MONTGOMERY _John Trumbull_ 23
GENERAL KNOX _Gilbert Stuart_ 25
"BEGGAR'S OPERA" _G. Stuart Newton_ 27
"BABES IN THE WOOD" _Rembrandt Peale_ 28
FANNY KEMBLE _Thomas Sully_ 29
ARIADNE _John Vanderlyn_ 30
THE HOURS _E. G. Malbone_ 32
JEREMIAH _Washington Allston_ 34
DYING HERCULES _Samuel F. B. Morse_ 35
"MUMBLE THE PEG" _Henry Inman_ 40
PORTRAIT OF PARKE GODWIN _Thomas Le Clear_ 43
PORTRAIT OF FLETCHER HARPER _C. L. Elliott_ 45
AN IDEAL HEAD _G. A. Baker_ 48
THE JUDGEMENT OF PARIS _Henry Peters Grey_ 50
MIRANDA _Daniel Huntington_ 53
A SURPRISE _William Sidney Mount_ 55
TAKING THE VEIL _Robert Weir_ 57
DESOLATION. FROM "THE COURSE OF EMPIRE"_Thomas Cole_ 59
A STUDY FROM NATURE _A. B. Durand_ 61
NOON BY THE SEA-SHORE.--BEVERLY BEACH _J. F. Kensett_ 63
ALTORF, BIRTH-PLACE OF WILLIAM TELL _George L. Brown_
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Mr. George Wotton, gently pushing the swing doors of the public bar of
the "King's Head" an inch apart, applied an eye to the aperture, in the
hope of discovering a moneyed friend. His gaze fell on the only man in
the bar a greybeard of sixty whose weather-beaten face and rough clothing
spoke of the sea. With a faint sigh he widened the opening and passed
through.
"Mornin', Ben," he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness.
"Have a drop with me," said the other, heartily. "Got any money about
you?"
Mr. Wotton shook his head and his face fell, clearing somewhat as the
other handed him his mug. "Drink it all up, George," he said.
His friend complied. A more tactful man might have taken longer over the
job, but Mr. Benjamin Davis, who appeared to be labouring under some
strong excitement, took no notice.
"I've had a shock, George," he said, regarding the other steadily. "I've
heard news of my old woman."
"Didn't know you 'ad one," said Mr. Wotton calmly. "Wot's she done?"
"She left me," said Mr. Davis, solemnly--"she left me thirty-five years
ago. I went off to sea one fine morning, and that was the last I ever
see of er.
"Why, did she bolt?" inquired Mr. Wotton, with mild interest.
"No," said his friend, "but I did. We'd been married three years--three
long years--and I had 'ad enough of it. Awful temper she had. The last
words I ever heard 'er say was: 'Take that!'"
Mr. Wotton took up the mug and, after satisfying himself as to the
absence of contents, put it down again and yawned.
"I shouldn't worry about it if I was you," he remarked. "She's hardly
likely to find you now. And if she does she won't get much."
Mr. Davis gave vent to a contemptuous laugh. "Get much!" he repeated.
"It's her what's got it. I met a old shipmate of mine this morning what
I 'adn't seen for ten years, and he told me he run acrost 'er only a
month ago. After she left me--"
"But you said you left her!" exclaimed his listening friend.
"Same thing," said Mr. Davis, impatiently. "After she left me to work
myself to death at sea, running here and there at the orders of a pack
o'lazy scuts aft, she went into service and stayed in one place for
fifteen years. Then 'er missis died and left her all 'er money. For
twenty years, while I've been working myself to skin and bone, she's been
living in comfort and idleness."
"'Ard lines," said Mr. Wotton, shaking his head. "It don't bear thinking
of."
"Why didn't she advertise for me?" said Mr. Davis, raising his voice.
"That's what I want to know. Advertisements is cheap enough; why didn't
she advertise? I should 'ave come at once if she'd said anything about
money."
Mr. Wotton shook his head again. "P'r'aps she didn't want you," he said,
slowly.
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She'd got money, and I ought to have 'ad my 'arf of it. Nothing can make
up for that wasted twenty years--nothing."
"P'r'aps she'll take you back," said Mr. Wotton.
"Take me back?" repeated Mr. Davis. "O' course she'll take me back.
She'll have to. There's a law in the land, ain't there? What I'm
thinking of is: Can I get back my share what I ought to have 'ad for the
last twenty years?"
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years is along time, and p'r'aps she has lost 'er love for you. Was you
good-looking in those days?"
"Yes," snapped Mr. Davis; "I ain't altered much--. 'Sides, what about
her?"
"That ain't the question," said the other. "She's got a home and money.
It don't matter about looks; and, wot's more, she ain't bound to keep
you. If you take my advice, you won't dream of letting her know you run
away from her. Say you was cast away at sea, and when you came back
years afterwards you couldn't find her."
Mr. Davis pondered for some time in sulky silence.
"P'r'aps it would be as well," he said at last; "but I sha'n't stand no
nonsense, mind."
"If you like I'll come with you," said Mr. Wotton. "I ain't got nothing
to do. I could tell 'er I was cast away with you if you liked. Anything
to help a pal."
Mr. Davis took two inches of soiled clay pipe from his pocket and puffed
thoughtfully.
"You can come," he said at last. "If you'd only got a copper or two we
could ride; it's down Clapham way."
Mr. Wotton smiled feebly, and after going carefully through his pockets
shook his head and followed his friend outside.
"I wonder whether she'll be pleased?" he remarked, as they walked slowly
along. "She might be--women are funny creatures--so faithful. I knew
one whose husband used to knock 'er about dreadful, and after he died she
was so true to his memory she wouldn't marry again."
Mr. Davis grunted, and, with a longing eye at the omnibuses passing over
London Bridge, asked a policeman the distance to Clapham.
"Never mind," said Mr. Wotton, as his friend uttered an exclamation.
"You'll have money in your pocket soon."
Mr. Davis's face brightened. "And a watch and chain too," he said.
"And smoke your cigar of a Sunday," said Mr. Wotton, "and have a easy-
chair and a glass for a friend."
Mr. Davis almost smiled, and then, suddenly remembering his wasted twenty
years, shook his head grimly over the friendship that attached itself to
easy-chairs and glasses of ale, and said that there was plenty of it
about. More friendship than glasses of ale and easy-chairs, perhaps.
At Clapham, they inquired the way of a small boy, and, after following
the road indicated, retraced their steps, cheered by a faint but
bloodthirsty hope of meeting him again.
A friendly baker put them on the right track at last, both gentlemen
eyeing the road with a mixture of concern and delight. It was a road of
trim semi-detached villas, each with a well-kept front garden and neatly-
curtained windows. At the gate of a house with the word "Blairgowrie"
inscribed in huge gilt letters on the fanlight Mr. Davis paused for a
moment uneasily, and then, walking up the path, followed by Mr. Wotton,
knocked at the door.
He retired a step in disorder before the apparition of a maid in cap and
apron. A sharp "Not to-day!" sounded in his ears and the door closed
again. He faced his friend gasping.
"I should give her the sack first thing," said Mr. Wotton.
Mr. Davis knocked again, and again. The maid reappeared, and after
surveying them through the glass opened the door a little way and
parleyed.
"I want to see your missis," said Mr. Davis, fiercely.
"What for?" demanded the girl.
"You tell 'er," said Mr. Davis, inserting his foot just in time, "you
tell 'er that there's two gentlemen here what have brought 'er news of
her husband, and look sharp about it."
"They was cast away with 'im," said Mr. Wotton.
"On a desert island," said Mr. Davis. He pushed his way in, followed by
his friend, and a head that had been leaning over the banisters was
suddenly withdrawn. For a moment he stood irresolute in the tiny
passage, and then, with a husband's boldness, he entered the front room
and threw himself into an easy-chair. Mr. Wotton, after a scared glance
around the well-furnished room, seated himself on the extreme edge of the
most uncomfortable chair he could find and coughed nervously.
[Illustration: "You tell 'er that there's two gentlemen here what have
brought 'er news of her husband"]
"Better not be too sudden with her," he whispered. "You don't want her
to faint, or anything of that sort.
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The Yosemite
by John Muir
Affectionately dedicated to my friend,
Robert Underwood Johnson,
faithful lover and defender of our glorious forests
and originator of the Yosemite National Park.
Acknowledgment
On the early history of Yosemite the writer is indebted to Prof. J. D.
Whitney for quotations from his volume entitled "Yosemite Guide-Book,"
and to Dr. Bunnell for extracts from his interesting volume entitled
"Discovery of the Yosemite."
Contents
1. The Approach to the Valley
2. Winter Storms and Spring Floods
3. Snow-Storms
4. Snow Banners
5. The Trees of the Valley
6. The Forest Trees in General
7. The Big Trees
8. The Flowers
9. The Birds
10. The South Dome
11. The Ancient Yosemite Glaciers: How the Valley Was Formed
12. How Best to Spend One's Yosemite Time
13. Early History of the Valley
14. Lamon
15. Galen Clark
16. Hetch Hetchy Valley
Appendix A. Legislation About the Yosemite
Appendix B. Table of Distances
Appendix C. Maximum Rates for Transportation
Chapter 1
The Approach to the Valley
When I set out on the long excursion that finally led to California I
wandered afoot and alone, from Indiana to the Gulf of Mexico, with a
plant-press on my back, holding a generally southward course, like the
birds when they are going from summer to winter. From the west coast
of Florida I crossed the gulf to Cuba, enjoyed the rich tropical flora
there for a few months, intending to go thence to the north end of South
America, make my way through the woods to the headwaters of the Amazon,
and float down that grand river to the ocean. But I was unable to find a
ship bound for South America--fortunately perhaps, for I had incredibly
little money for so long a trip and had not yet fully recovered from
a fever caught in the Florida swamps. Therefore I decided to visit
California for a year or two to see its wonderful flora and the famous
Yosemite Valley. All the world was before me and every day was a
holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's
wildernesses I first should wander.
Arriving by the Panama steamer, I stopped one day in San Francisco and
then inquired for the nearest way out of town. "But where do you want to
go?" asked the man to whom I had applied for this important information.
"To any place that is wild," I said. This reply startled him. He seemed
to fear I might be crazy and therefore the sooner I was out of town the
better, so he directed me to the Oakland ferry.
So on the first of April, 1868, I set out afoot for Yosemite. It was the
bloom-time of the year over the lowlands and coast ranges the landscapes
of the Santa Clara Valley were fairly drenched with sunshine, all the
air was quivering with the songs of the meadow-larks, and the hills were
so covered with flowers that they seemed to be painted. Slow indeed was
my progress through these glorious gardens, the first of the California
flora I had seen. Cattle and cultivation were making few scars as yet,
and I wandered enchanted in long wavering curves, knowing by my pocket
map that Yosemite Valley lay to the east and that I should surely find
it.
The Sierra From The West
Looking eastward from the summit of the Pacheco Pass one shining
morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still
appears as the most beautiful I have ever beheld. At my feet lay the
Great Central Valley of California, level and flowery, like a lake of
pure sunshine, forty or fifty miles wide, five hundred miles long, one
rich furred garden of yellow Compositoe. And from the eastern boundary
of this vast golden flower-bed rose the mighty Sierra, miles in height,
and so gloriously and so radiant, it seemed not clothed with
light, but wholly composed of it, like the wall of some celestial city.
Along the top and extending a good way down, was a rich pearl-gray belt
of snow; below it a belt of blue and dark purple, marking the extension
of the forests; and stretching along the base of the range a broad belt
of rose-purple; all these colors, from the blue sky to the yellow
valley smoothly blending as they do in a rainbow, making a wall of light
ineffably fine. Then it seemed to me that the Sierra should be called,
not the Nevada or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. And after ten
years of wandering and wondering in the heart of it, rejoicing in its
glorious floods of light, the white beams of the morning streaming
through the passes, the noonday radiance on the crystal rocks, the
flush of the alpenglow, and the irised spray of countless waterfalls,
it still seems above all others the Range of Light.
In general views no mark of man is visible upon it, nor any thing to
suggest the wonderful depth and grandeur of its sculpture. None of its
magnificent forest-crowned ridges seems to rise much above the general
level to publish its wealth. No great valley or river is seen, or group
of well-marked features of any kind standing out as distinct pictures.
Even the summit peaks, marshaled in glorious array so high in the sky,
seem comparatively regular in form. Nevertheless the whole range five
hundred miles long is furrowed with canyons 2000 to 5000 feet deep, in
which once flowed majestic glaciers, and in which now flow and sing the
bright rejoicing rivers.
Characteristics Of The Canyons
Though of such stupendous depth, these canyons are not gloom gorges,
savage and inaccessible. With rough passages here and there they are
flowery pathways conducting to the snowy, icy fountains; mountain
streets full of life and light, graded and sculptured by the ancient
glaciers, and presenting throughout all their course a rich variety of
novel and attractive scenery--the most attractive that has yet been
discovered in the mountain ranges of the world. In many places,
especially in the middle region of the western flank, the main canyons
widen into spacious valleys or parks diversified like landscape gardens
with meadows and groves and thickets of blooming bushes, while the lofty
walls, infinitely varied in form are fringed with ferns, flowering
plants, shrubs of many species and tall evergreens and oaks that find
footholds on small benches and tables, all enlivened and made glorious
with rejoicing stream that come chanting in chorus over the cliffs and
through side canyons in falls of every conceivable form, to join the
river that flow in tranquil, shining beauty down the middle of each
one of them.
The Incomparable Yosemite
The most famous and accessible of these canyon valleys, and also the one
that presents their most striking and sublime features on the grandest
scale, is the Yosemite, situated in the basin of the Merced River at an
elevation of 4000 feet above the level of the sea. It is about seven
miles long, half a mile to a mile wide, and nearly a mile deep in the
solid granite flank of the range. The walls are made up of rocks,
mountains in size, partly separated from each other by side canyons, and
they are so sheer in front, and so compactly and harmoniously arranged
on a level floor, that the Valley, comprehensively seen, looks like an
immense hall or temple lighted from above.
But no temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in
its walls seems to glow with life. Some lean back in majestic repose;
others, absolutely sheer or nearly so for thousands of feet, advance
beyond their companions in thoughtful attitudes, giving welcome to
storms and calms alike, seemingly aware, yet heedless, of everything
going on about them. Awful in stern, immovable majesty, how softly these
rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep:
their feet among beautiful groves and meadows, their brows in the sky,
a thousand flowers leaning confidingly against their feet, bathed in
floods of water, floods of light, while the snow and waterfalls, the
winds and avalanches and clouds shine and sing and wreathe about them
as the years go by, and myriads of small winged creatures birds, bees,
butterflies--give glad animation and help to make all the air into
music. Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced,
River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the
onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance
meeting here and blending in countless forms, as if into this one
mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw
her lovers into close and confiding communion with her.
The Approach To The Valley
Sauntering up the foothills to Yosemite by any of the old trails or
roads in use before the railway was built from the town of Merced up the
river to the boundary of Yosemite Park, richer and wilder become the
forests and streams. At an elevation of 6000 feet above the level of the
sea the silver firs are 200 feet high, with branches whorled around the
colossal shafts in regular order, and every branch beautifully pinnate
like a fern frond. The Douglas spruce, the yellow and sugar pines and
brown-barked Libocedrus here reach their finest developments of beauty
and grandeur. The majestic Sequoia is here, too, the king of conifers,
the noblest of all the noble race. These colossal trees are as wonderful
in fineness of beauty and proportion as in stature--an assemblage of
conifers surpassing all that have ever yet been discovered in the
forests of the world. Here indeed is the tree-lover's paradise; the
woods, dry and wholesome, letting in the light in shimmering masses of
half sunshine, half shade; the night air as well as the day air
indescribably spicy and exhilarating; plushy fir-boughs for campers'
beds and cascades to sing us to sleep. On the highest ridges, over which
these old Yosemite ways passed, the silver fir (Abies magnifica) forms
the bulk of the woods, pressing forward in glorious array to the very
brink of the Valley walls on both sides, and beyond the Valley to a
height of from 8000 to 9000 feet above the level of the sea. Thus it
appears that Yosemite, presenting such stupendous faces of bare granite,
is nevertheless imbedded in magnificent forests, and the main species of
pine, fir, spruce and libocedrus are also found in the Valley itself,
but there are no "big trees" (Sequoia gigantea) in the Valley or about
the rim of it. The nearest are about ten and twenty miles beyond the
lower end of the valley on small tributaries of the Merced and Tuolumne
Rivers.
The First View: The Bridal Veil
From the margin of these glorious forests the first general view of the
Valley used to be gained--a revelation in landscape affairs that
enriches one's life forever. Entering the Valley, gazing overwhelmed
with the multitude of grand objects about us, perhaps the first to fix
our attention will be the Bridal Veil, a beautiful waterfall on our
right. Its brow, where it first leaps free from the cliff, is about 900
feet above us; and as it sways and sings in the wind, clad in gauzy,
sun-sifted spray, half falling, half floating, it seems infinitely
gentle and fine; but the hymns it sings tell the solemn fateful power
hidden beneath its soft clothing.
The Bridal Veil shoots free from the upper edge of the cliff by the
velocity the stream has acquired in descending a long <DW72> above the
head of the fall. Looking from the top of the rock-avalanche talus
on the west side, about one hundred feet above the foot of the fall,
the under surface of the water arch is seen to be finely grooved and
striated; and the sky is seen through the arch between rock and water,
making a novel and beautiful effect.
Under ordinary weather conditions the fall strikes on flat-topped slabs,
forming a kind of ledge about two-thirds of the way down from the top,
and as the fall sways back and forth with great variety of motions
among these flat-topped pillars, kissing and plashing notes as well as
thunder-like detonations are produced, like those of the Yosemite Fall,
though on a smaller scale.
The rainbows of the Veil, or rather the spray- and foam-bows, are
superb, because the waters are dashed among angular blocks of granite
at the foot, producing abundance of spray of the best quality for iris
effects, and also for a luxuriant growth of grass and maiden-hair on
the side of the talus, which lower down is planted with oak, laurel
and willows.
General Features Of The Valley
On the other side of the Valley, almost immediately opposite the Bridal
Veil, there is another fine fall, considerably wider than the Veil when
the snow is melting fast and more than 1000 feet in height, measured
from the brow of the cliff where it first springs out into the air to
the head of the rocky talus on which it strikes and is broken up into
ragged cascades. It is called the Ribbon Fall or Virgin's Tears. During
the spring floods it is a magnificent object, but the suffocating blasts
of spray that fill the recess in the wall which it occupies prevent a
near approach. In autumn, however when its feeble current falls in a
shower, it may then pass for tears with the sentimental onlooker fresh
from a visit to the Bridal Veil.
Just beyond this glorious flood the El Capitan Rock, regarded by many as
the most sublime feature of the Valley, is seen through the pine groves,
standing forward beyond the general line of the wall in most imposing
grandeur, a type of permanence. It is 3300 feet high, a plain, severely
simple, glacier-sculptured face of granite, the end of one of the most
compact and enduring of the mountain ridges, unrivaled in height and
breadth and flawless strength.
Across the Valley from here, next to the Bridal Veil, are the
picturesque Cathedral Rocks, nearly 2700 feet high, making a noble
display of fine yet massive sculpture. They are closely related to El
Capitan, having been eroded from the same mountain ridge by the great
Yosemite Glacier when the Valley was in process of formation.
Next to the Cathedral Rocks on the south side towers the Sentinel Rock
to a height of more than 3000 feet, a telling monument of the glacial
period.
Almost immediately opposite the Sentinel are the Three Brothers, an
immense mountain mass with three gables fronting the Valley, one above
another, the topmost gable nearly 4000 feet high. They were named for
three brothers, sons of old Tenaya, the Yosemite chief, captured here
during the Indian War, at the time of the discovery of the Valley in
1852.
Sauntering up the Valley through meadow and grove, in the company of
these majestic rocks, which seem to follow us as we advance, gazing,
admiring, looking for new wonders ahead where all about us is so
wonderful, the thunder of the Yosemite Fall is heard, and when we
arrive in front of the Sentinel Rock it is revealed in all its glory
from base to summit, half a mile in height, and seeming to spring out
into the Valley sunshine direct from the sky. But even this fall,
perhaps the most wonderful of its kind in the world, cannot at first
hold our attention, for now the wide upper portion of the Valley is
displayed to view, with the finely modeled North Dome, the Royal Arches
and Washington Column on our left; Glacier Point, with its massive,
magnificent sculpture on the right; and in the middle, directly in
front, looms Tissiack or Half Dome, the most beautiful and most sublime
of all the wonderful Yosemite rocks, rising in serene majesty from
flowery groves and meadows to a height of 4750 feet.
The Upper Canyons
Here the Valley divides into three branches, the Tenaya, Nevada, and
Illilouette Canyons, extending back into the fountains of the High
Sierra, with scenery every way worthy the relation they bear to
Yosemite.
In the south branch, a mile or two from the main Valley, is the
Illilouette Fall, 600 feet high, one of the most beautiful of all the
Yosemite choir, but to most people inaccessible as yet on account of its
rough, steep, boulder-choked canyon. Its principal fountains of ice and
snow lie in the beautiful and interesting mountains of the Merced group,
while its broad open basin between its fountain mountains and canyon is
noted for the beauty of its lakes and forests and magnificent moraines.
Returning to the Valley, and going up the north branch of Tenaya Canyon,
we pass between the North Dome and Half Dome, and in less than an hour
come to Mirror Lake, the Dome Cascade and Tenaya Fall. Beyond the Fall,
on the north side of the canyon is the sublime Ed Capitan-like rock
called Mount Watkins; on the south the vast granite wave of Clouds' Rest,
a mile in height; and between them the fine Tenaya Cascade with silvery
plumes outspread on smooth glacier-polished folds of granite, making a
vertical descent in all of about 700 feet.
Just beyond the Dome Cascades, on the shoulder of Mount Watkins, there
is an old trail once used by Indians on their way across the range to
Mono, but in the canyon above this point there is no trail of any sort.
Between Mount Watkins and Clouds' Rest the canyon is accessible only to
mountaineers, and it is so dangerous that I hesitate to advise even good
climbers, anxious to test their nerve and skill, to attempt to pass
through it. Beyond the Cascades no great difficulty will be encountered.
A succession of charming lily gardens and meadows occurs in filled-up
lake basins among
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{Book cover: cover.jpg}
THE DIARY OF A GOOSE GIRL
BY
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
CLAUDE A. SHEPPERSON
GAY AND BIRD
22 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND
LONDON
1902
{I looked about me with what Stevenson calls a 'fine dizzy, muddle-headed
job': p01.jpg}
TO THE HENS, DUCKS, AND GEESE
WHO SO KINDLY GAVE ME
SITTINGS FOR THESE
SKETCHES THE BOOK
IS GRATEFULLY
INSCRIBED
CHAPTER I.
{Thornycroft House: p1a.jpg}
THORNYCROFT FARM, near Barbury Green, July 1, 190-.
{Picture of woman and goose: p1b.jpg}
In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modest of
my titles; for I am also a poultry-maid, a tender of Belgian hares and
rabbits, and a shepherdess; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose
Girl, because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth, when I
always yearned, but never hoped, to be precisely what I now am.
As I was jolting along these charming Sussex roads the other day, a fat
buff pony and a tippy cart being my manner of progression, I chanced upon
the village of Barbury Green.
One glance was enough for any woman, who, having eyes to see, could see
with them; but I made assurance doubly sure by driving about a little,
struggling to conceal my new-born passion from the stable-boy who was my
escort. Then, it being high noon of a cloudless day, I descended from
the trap and said to the astonished yokel: "You may go back to the
Hydropathic; I am spending a month or two here. Wait a moment--I'll send
a message, please!"
I then scribbled a word or two to those having me in custody.
"I am very tired of people," the note ran, "and want to rest myself by
living a while with things. Address me (if you must) at Barbury Green
post-office, or at all events send me a box of simple clothing
there--nothing but shirts and skirts, please. I cannot forget that I am
only twenty miles from Oxenbridge (though it might be one hundred and
twenty, which is the reason I adore it), but I rely upon you to keep an
honourable distance yourselves, and not to divulge my place of retreat to
others, especially to--you know whom! Do not pursue me. I will never be
taken alive!"
Having cut, thus, the cable that bound me to civilisation, and having
seen the buff pony and the dazed yokel disappear in a cloud of dust, I
looked about me with what Stevenson calls a "fine, dizzy, muddle-headed
joy," the joy of a successful rebel or a liberated serf. Plenty of money
in my purse--that was unromantic, of course, but it simplified
matters--and nine hours of daylight remaining in which to find a lodging.
{Life converges there, just at the public duck-pond: p3.jpg}
The village is one of the oldest, and I am sure it must be one of the
quaintest, in England. It is too small to be printed on the map (an
honour that has spoiled more than one Arcadia), so pray do not look
there, but just believe in it, and some day you may be rewarded by
driving into it by chance, as I did, and feel the same Columbus thrill
running, like an electric current, through your veins. I withhold
specific geographical information in order that you may not miss that
Columbus thrill, which comes too seldom in a world of railroads.
The Green is in the very centre of Barbury village, and all civic,
political, family, and social life converges there, just at the public
duck-pond--a wee, sleepy lake with a <DW72> of grass-covered stones by
which the ducks descend for their swim.
The houses are set about the Green like those in a toy village. They are
of old brick, with crumpled, up-and-down roofs of deep-toned red, and
tufts of stonecrop growing from the eaves. Diamond-paned windows, half
open, admit the sweet summer air; and as for the gardens in front, it
would seem as if the inhabitants had nothing to do but work in them,
there is such a riotous profusion of colour and bloom. To add to the
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EAST OF THE SHADOWS
BY
MRS. HUBERT (Edith Noel) BARCLAY
AUTHOR OF
"TREVOR LORDSHIP," "THE GIANT FISHER," "A DREAM OF BLUE ROSES," ETC.
"Dawn harbours surely
East of the shadows."
W.E.H.
TORONTO
HODDER AND STOUGHTON LIMITED
1913
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
"PHILIPPA"
CHAPTER II
"PHIL!"
CHAPTER III
THE STRANGER
CHAPTER IV
FRANCIS
CHAPTER V
ISABELLA
CHAPTER VI
DOCTOR GALE
CHAPTER VII
INDECISION
CHAPTER VIII
THE HEART OF BESSMOOR
CHAPTER IX
A SQUARE IN THE PATCHWORK
CHAPTER X
THE MAJOR'S VISIT
CHAPTER XI
VIOLETS
CHAPTER XII
PROGRESS
CHAPTER XIII
THREADS
CHAPTER XIV
ROPES OF GOSSAMER
CHAPTER XV
REVELATION
CHAPTER XVI
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE
CHAPTER XVII
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
CHAPTER XVIII
MARION SPEAKS HER MIND
CHAPTER XIX
HALCYON DAYS
CHAPTER XX
BITTER-SWEET
CHAPTER XXI
POOR RIP
CHAPTER XXII
FRIENDSHIP
CHAPTER XXIII
CONTENT
CHAPTER I
"PHILIPPA"
"Her air, her manners, all who saw admired,
Courteous though coy, and gentle, though retired:
The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed,
And ease of heart her every look conveyed."--CRABBE.
The porter slammed the door with all the unnecessary vehemence usual to
his class and touched his hat, a shrill whistle sounded, the great
engine gave several vehement not to say petulant snorts, and the long
train glided slowly out of the terminus. Gaining speed with every
second, it whirled along through the maze of buildings which form the
ramparts of London--on past rows of dingy backyards where stunted
bushes show no brighter colour than that of the family washing which
they support every week--on through the suburbs where the backyards
give place to gardens trim or otherwise, and beds of gay flowers
supplant the variegated garments--on until at last it reached the open
country, spreading fields and shady woodlands, where it seemed to
settle to a steady pace that threw the miles behind it, as it rushed
forward with mighty throb and roar.
Philippa Harford breathed a sigh of relief at finding herself alone in
her compartment, and arranging her belongings round her with the method
of an experienced traveller, she settled herself in a corner seat and
took up her book. She did not read for long, however, for in a few
moments her eyes wandered to the window and there fixed themselves on
the swiftly passing landscape. She let her hands fall into her lap and
sat thinking.
Some of her friends (or perhaps acquaintance would be the truer word)
had been known to describe Philippa Harford as an "odd girl," and if
this indefinite adjective meant that she was somewhat different from
the majority of young women of her generation, there was truth in the
description. For while freedom of action and of speech are notably
characteristic of the young of the present day, there was about her a
reserve, one might almost say a dignity, beyond her years. Where the
modern girl will cheerfully collect friends haphazard by the roadside,
Philippa allowed very few to pass the line which divides the stream of
acquaintanceship from the deep waters of friendship.
There are, and always will be, some people who display to the world a
formidable aspect, as it were a stone wall with a bristling row of
broken bottles on the top, or an ugly notice board with injunctions,
such as "Strictly Private," or "Keep off the Grass," but Philippa was
not one of these. You might wander in her company along paths of
pleasant conversation, through a garden where bloomed bright flowers of
intelligence and humour, and it was only afterwards that you realised
what in the enjoyment of the moment you had failed to notice, namely,
that inside the garden a high hedge, which had appeared merely a
pleasing background for the flowers, had completely hidden the part you
most particularly wished to see, and that the paths had brought you out
at the exact spot where you entered.
It was just because this hedge of gentle reticence denied to a curious
mob admission to the inner sanctuary of her thoughts, that they
designated her as "odd." They found it impossible to know just what
she meant and felt and thought. In their own parlance "they got no
further." But it must be added that no one attempted to
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THE ENGLISH CONSTITUTION
By
Walter Bagehot
CONTENTS
I. INTRODUCTION TO THE SECOND EDITION.
II. THE CABINET.
III. THE MONARCHY.
IV. THE HOUSE OF LORDS.
V. THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.
VI. ON CHANGES OF MINISTRY.
VII. ITS SUPPOSED CHECKS AND BALANCES.
VIII. THE PREREQUISITES OF CABINET GOVERNMENT, AND THE PECULIAR
FORM WHICH THEY HAVE ASSUMED IN ENGLAND.
IX. ITS HISTORY, AND THE EFFECTS OF THAT HISTORY.--CONCLUSION.
NO. I.
INTRODUCTION TO THE SECOND EDITION.
There is a great difficulty in the way of a writer who attempts to
sketch a living Constitution--a Constitution that is in actual work and
power. The difficulty is that the object is in constant change. An
historical writer does not feel this difficulty: he deals only with the
past; he can say definitely, the Constitution worked in such and such a
manner in the year at which he begins, and in a manner in such and such
respects different in the year at which he ends; he begins with a
definite point of time and ends with one also. But a contemporary
writer who tries to paint what is before him is puzzled and a
perplexed: what he sees is changing daily. He must paint it as it stood
at some one time, or else he will be putting side by side in his
representations things which never were contemporaneous in reality. The
difficulty is the greater because a writer who deals with a living
Government naturally compares it with the most important other living
Governments, and these are changing too; what he illustrates are
altered in one way, and his sources of illustration are altered
probably in a different way. This difficulty has been constantly in my
way in preparing a second edition of this book. It describes the
English Constitution as it stood in the years 1865 and 1866. Roughly
speaking, it describes its working as it was in the time of Lord
Palmerston; and since that time there have been many changes, some of
spirit and some of detail. In so short a period there have rarely been
more changes. If I had given a sketch of the Palmerston time as a
sketch of the present time, it would have been in many points untrue;
and if I had tried to change the sketch of seven years since into a
sketch of the present time, I should probably have blurred the picture
and have given something equally unlike both.
The best plan in such a case is, I think, to keep the original sketch
in all essentials as it was at first written, and to describe shortly
such changes either in the Constitution itself, or in the Constitutions
compared with it, as seem material. There are in this book various
expressions which allude to persons who were living and to events which
were happening when it first appeared; and I have carefully preserved
these. They will serve to warn the reader what time he is reading
about, and to prevent his mistaking the date at which the likeness was
attempted to be taken. I proceed to speak of the changes which have
taken place either in the Constitution itself or in the competing
institutions which illustrate it.
It is too soon as yet to attempt to estimate the effect of the Reform
Act of 1867. The people enfranchised under it do not yet know their
own power; a single election, so far from teaching us how they will use
that power, has not been even enough to explain to them that they have
such power. The Reform Act of 1832 did not for many years disclose its
real consequences; a writer in 1836, whether he approved or disapproved
of them, whether he thought too little of or whether he exaggerated
them, would have been sure to be mistaken in them. A new Constitution
does not produce its full effect as long as all its subjects were
reared under an old Constitution, as long as its statesmen were trained
by that old Constitution. It is not really tested till it comes to be
worked by statesmen and among a people neither of whom are guided by a
different experience.
In one respect we are indeed particularly likely to be mistaken as to
the effect of the last Reform Bill. Undeniably there has lately been a
great change in our politics. It is commonly said that "there is not a
brick of the Palmerston House standing". The change since 1865 is a
change not in one point but in a thousand points; it is a change not of
particular details but of pervading spirit. We are now quarrelling as
to the minor details of an Education Act; in Lord Palmerston's time no
such Act could
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CONSCIENCE
By HECTOR MALOT
BOOK 3.
CHAPTER XXIV
HEDGING
As he did not reply to this cry of triumph, she looked at him in
surprise. saw his face, pale, agitated, under the shock evidently of a
violent emotion that she could not explain to herself.
"What is the matter?" she asked, with uneasiness.
"Nothing," he answered, almost brutally.
"You do not wish to weaken my hope?" she said, not imagining that he
could not think of this hope and of Florentin. This was a path to lead
him out of his confusion. In following it he would have time to recover
himself.
"It is true," he said.
"You do not think that what Madame Dammauville saw proves Florentin's
innocence?"
"Would what may be a proof for Madame Dammauville, for you, and for me,
be one in the eyes of the law?"
"However--"
"I saw you so joyful that I did not dare to interrupt you."
"Then you believe that this testimony is without value," she murmured,
feeling crushed.
"I do not say that. We must reflect, weigh the pro and con, compass the
situation from divers points of view; that is what I try to do, which is
the cause of my preoccupation that astonishes you."
"Say that it crushes me; I let myself be carried away."
"You need not be crushed or carried away. Certainly, what this lady told
you forms a considerable piece of work."
"Does it not?"
"Without any doubt. But in order that the testimony she gives may be of
great consequence, the witness must be worthy of trust."
"Do you believe this lady could have invented such a story?"
"I do not say that; but before all, it is necessary to know who she is."
"The widow of an attorney."
"The widow of an attorney and landowner. Evidently this constitutes a
social status that merits consideration from the law; but the moral
state, what is it? You say that she is paralyzed?"
"She has been so a little more than a year."
"Of what paralysis? That is a vague word for us others. There are
paralyses that affect the sight; others that affect the mind. Is it one
of these with which this lady is afflicted, or one of the others, which
permitted her really to see, the evening of the assassination, that which
she relates, and which leaves her mental faculties in a sane condition?
Before everything, it is important to know this."
Phillis was prostrated.
"I had not thought of all that," she murmured.
"It is very natural that you had not; but I
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A LETTER TO AMERICAN WORKINGMEN
_From the Socialist Soviet Republic of Russia_
By N. LENIN
Reprinted from THE CLASS STRUGGLE
December, 1918
Price--5 Cents
NEW YORK
THE SOCIALIST PUBLICATION SOCIETY
431 PULASKI ST., BROOKLYN, N. Y.
December, 1918
[Illustration]
A Letter to American Workingmen
By N. Lenin.
Moscow, August 20, 1918.
Comrades: A Russian Bolshevik who participated in the Revolution of
1905 and for many years afterwards lived in your country has offered to
transmit this letter to you. I have grasped this opportunity joyfully
for the revolutionary proletariat of America--insofar as it is the
enemy of American imperialism--is destined to perform an important task
at this time.
The history of modern civilized America opens with one of those really
revolutionary wars of liberation of which there have been so few
compared with the enormous number of wars of conquest that were
caused, like the present imperialistic war, by squabbles among kings,
landholders and capitalists over the division of ill-gotten lands and
profits. It was a war of the American people against the English who
despoiled America of its resources and held in colonial subjection,
just as their "civilized" descendants are draining the life-blood of
hundreds of millions of human beings in India, Egypt and all corners
and ends of the world to keep them in subjection.
Since that war 150 years have passed. Bourgeois civilization has born
its most luxuriant fruit. By developing the productive forces of
organized human labor, by utilizing machines and all the wonders of
technique America has taken the first place among free and civilized
nations. But at the same time America, like a few other nations, has
become characteristic for the depth of the abyss that divide a handful
of brutal millionaires who are stagnating in a mire of luxury, and
millions of laboring starving men and women who are always staring
want in the face.
Four years of imperialistic slaughter have left their trace.
Irrefutably and clearly events have shown to the people that both
imperialistic groups, the English as well as the German, have been
playing false. The four years of war have shown in their effects the
great law of capitalism in all wars; that he who is richest and
mightiest profits the most, takes the greatest share of the spoils
while he who is weakest is exploited, martyred, oppressed and outraged
to the utmost.
In the number of its colonial possessions, English imperialism has
always been more powerful than any of the other countries. England
has lost not a span of its "acquired" land. On the other hand it
has acquired control of all German colonies in Africa, has occupied
Mesopotamia and Palestine.
German imperialism was stronger because of the wonderful organization
and ruthless discipline of "its" armies, but as far as colonies are
concerned, is much weaker than its opponent. It has now lost all of its
colonies, but has robbed half of Europe and throttled most of the small
countries and weaker peoples. What a high conception of "liberation"
on either side! How well they have defended their fatherlands, these
"gentlemen" of both groups, the Anglo-French and the German capitalists
together with their lackeys, the Social-Patriots.
American plutocrats are wealthier than those of any other country
partly because they are geographically more favorably situated. They
have made the greatest profits. They have made all, even the weakest
countries, their debtors. They have amassed gigantic fortunes during
the war. And every dollar is stained with the blood that was shed by
millions of murdered and crippled men, shed in the high, honorable
and holy war of freedom.
Had the Anglo-French and American bourgeoisie accepted the Soviet
invitation to participate in peace negotiations at Brest-Litovsk,
instead of leaving Russia to the mercy of brutal Germany a just peace
without annexations and indemnities, a peace based upon complete
equality could have been forced upon Germany, and millions of lives
might have been saved. Because they hoped to reestablish the Eastern
Front by once more drawing us into the whirlpool of warfare, they
refused to attend peace negotiations and gave Germany a free hand to
cram its shameful terms down the throat of the Russian people. It
lay in the power of the Allied countries to make the Brest-Litovsk
negotiations the forerunner of a general peace. It ill becomes them
to throw the blame for the Russo-German peace upon our shoulders!
The workers of the whole world, in whatever country they may live,
rejoice with us and sympathize with us, applaud us for having burst the
iron ring of imperial
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The After House
by
Mary Roberts Rinehart
CONTENTS
I I PLAN A VOYAGE
II THE PAINTED SHIP
III I UNCLENCH MY HANDS
IV I RECEIVE A WARNING
V A TERRIBLE NIGHT
VI IN THE AFTER HOUSE
VII WE FIND THE AXE
VIII THE STEWARDESS'S STORY
IX PRISONERS
X "THAT'S MUTINY"
XI THE DEAD LINE
XII THE FIRST MATE TALKS
XIII THE WHITE LIGHT
XIV FROM THE CROW'S NEST
XV A KNOCKING IN THE HOLD
XVI JONES STUMBLES OVER SOMETHING
XVII THE AXE IS GONE
XVIII A BAD COMBINATION
XIX I TAKE THE STAND
XX OLESON'S STORY
XXI "A BAD WOMAN"
XXII TURNER'S STORY
XXIII FREE AGAIN
XXIV THE THING
XXV THE SEA AGAIN
CHAPTER I
I PLAN A VOYAGE
By the bequest of an elder brother, I was left enough money to see me
through a small college in Ohio, and to secure me four years in a
medical school in the East. Why I chose medicine I hardly know.
Possibly the career of a surgeon attracted the adventurous element in
me. Perhaps, coming of a family of doctors, I merely followed the line
of least resistance. It may be, indirectly but inevitably, that I
might be on the yacht Ella on that terrible night of August 12, more
than a year ago.
I got through somehow. I played quarterback on the football team, and
made some money coaching. In summer I did whatever came to hand, from
chartering a sail-boat at a summer resort and taking passengers, at so
much a head, to checking up cucumbers in Indiana for a Western pickle
house.
I was practically alone. Commencement left me with a diploma, a new
dress-suit, an out-of-date medical library, a box of surgical
instruments of the same date as the books, and an incipient case of
typhoid fever.
I was twenty-four, six feet tall, and forty inches around the chest.
Also, I had lived clean, and worked and played hard. I got over the
fever finally, pretty much all bone and appetite; but--alive. Thanks to
the college, my hospital care had cost nothing. It was a good thing: I
had just seven dollars in the world.
The yacht Ella lay in the river not far from my hospital windows. She
was not a yacht when I first saw her, nor at any time, technically,
unless I use the word in the broad sense of a pleasure-boat. She was a
two-master, and, when I saw her first, as dirty and disreputable as are
most coasting-vessels. Her rejuvenation was the history of my
convalescence. On the day she stood forth in her first coat of white
paint, I exchanged my dressing-gown for clothing that, however loosely
it hung, was still clothing. Her new sails marked my promotion to
beefsteak, her brass rails and awnings my first independent excursion
up and down the corridor outside my door, and, incidentally, my return
to a collar and tie.
The river shipping appealed to me, to my imagination, clean washed by
my illness and ready as a child's for new impressions: liners gliding
down to the bay and the open sea; shrewish, scolding tugs; dirty but
picturesque tramps. My enthusiasm amused the nurses, whose ideas of
adventure consisted of little jaunts of exploration into the abdominal
cavity, and whose aseptic minds revolted at the sight of dirty sails.
One day I pointed out to one of them an old schooner, red and brown,
with patched canvas spread, moving swiftly down the river before a
stiff breeze.
"Look at her!" I exclaimed. "There goes adventure, mystery, romance!
I should like to be sailing on her."
"You would have to boil the drinking-water," she replied dryly. "And
the ship is probably swarming with rats."
"Rats," I affirmed, "add to the local color. Ships are their native
habitat. Only sinking ships don't have them."
But her answer was to retort that rats carried bub
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THE MONK
A ROMANCE
by
MATTHEW LEWIS
Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas,
Nocturnos lemures, portentaque.
Horat.
Dreams, magic terrors, spells of mighty power,
Witches, and ghosts who rove at midnight hour.
PREFACE
IMITATION OF HORACE Ep. 20.--B. 1.
Methinks, Oh! vain ill-judging Book,
I see thee cast a wishful look,
Where reputations won and lost are
In famous row called Paternoster.
Incensed to find your precious olio
Buried in unexplored port-folio,
You scorn the prudent lock and key,
And pant well bound and gilt to see
Your Volume in the window set
Of Stockdale, Hookham, or Debrett.
Go then, and pass that dangerous bourn
Whence never Book can back return:
And when you find, condemned, despised,
Neglected, blamed, and criticised,
Abuse from All who read you fall,
(If haply you be read at all
Sorely will you your folly sigh at,
And wish for me, and home, and quiet.
Assuming now a conjuror's office, I
Thus on your future Fortune prophesy:--
Soon as your novelty is o'er,
And you are young and new no more,
In some dark dirty corner thrown,
Mouldy with damps, with cobwebs strown,
Your leaves shall be the Book-worm's prey;
Or sent to Chandler-Shop away,
And doomed to suffer public scandal,
Shall line the trunk, or wrap the candle!
But should you meet with approbation,
And some one find an inclination
To ask, by natural transition
Respecting me and my condition;
That I am one, the enquirer teach,
Nor very poor, nor very rich;
Of passions strong, of hasty nature,
Of graceless form and dwarfish stature;
By few approved, and few approving;
Extreme in hating and in loving;
Abhorring all whom I dislike,
Adoring who my fancy strike;
In forming judgements never long,
And for the most part judging wrong;
In friendship firm, but still believing
Others are treacherous and deceiving,
And thinking in the present aera
That Friendship is a pure chimaera:
More passionate no creature living,
Proud, obstinate, and unforgiving,
But yet for those who kindness show,
Ready through fire and smoke to go.
Again, should it be asked your page,
'Pray, what may be the author's age?'
Your faults, no doubt, will make it clear,
I scarce have seen my twentieth year,
Which passed, kind Reader, on my word,
While England's Throne held George the Third.
Now then your venturous course pursue:
Go, my delight! Dear Book, adieu!
Hague,
Oct. 28, 1794. M. G. L.
ADVERTISEMENT
The first idea of this Romance was suggested by the story of the Santon
Barsisa, related in The Guardian.--The Bleeding Nun is a tradition
still credited in many parts of Germany; and I have been told that the
ruins of the Castle of Lauenstein, which She is supposed to haunt, may
yet be seen upon the borders of Thuringia.--The Water-King, from the
third to the twelfth stanza, is the fragment of an original Danish
Ballad--And Belerma and Durandarte is translated from some stanzas to
be found in a collection of old Spanish poetry, which contains also the
popular song of Gayferos and Melesindra, mentioned in Don Quixote.--I
have now made a full avowal of all the plagiarisms of which I am aware
myself; but I doubt not, many more may be found, of which I am at
present totally unconscious.
VOLUME I
CHAPTER I
----Lord Angelo is precise;
Stands at a guard with envy; Scarce confesses
That his blood flows, or that his appetite
Is more to bread than stone.
Measure for Measure.
Scarcely had the Abbey Bell tolled for five minutes, and already was
the Church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage
the idea that the Crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or
thirst of information. But very few were influenced by those reasons;
and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in
Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be a fruitless attempt. The
Audience now assembled in the Capuchin Church was collected by various
causes, but all of them were foreign to the ostensible
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HISTORICAL RECORD
OF THE
THIRD, OR THE KING'S OWN REGIMENT
OF
LIGHT DRAGOONS:
CONTAINING
AN ACCOUNT OF THE FORMATION OF THE REGIMENT
IN 1685,
AND OF ITS SUBSEQUENT SERVICES
TO 1846.
COMPILED BY
RICHARD CANNON, ESQ.,
ADJUTANT GENERAL'S OFFICE, HORSE GUARDS.
ILLUSTRATED WITH PLATES.
LONDON:
PARKER, FURNIVALL, & PARKER,
30, CHARING CROSS.
M DCCC XLVII.
LONDON: Printed by W. CLOWES and SONS, Stamford Street,
For Her Majesty's Stationery Office.
GENERAL ORDERS.
_HORSE GUARDS,
1st January, 1836._
His Majesty has been pleased to command, that, with a view of doing
the fullest justice to Regiments, as well as to Individuals who have
distinguished themselves by their Bravery in Action with the Enemy,
an Account of the Services of every Regiment in the British Army
shall be published under the superintendence and direction of the
Adjutant-General; and that this Account shall contain the following
particulars, viz.,
---- The Period and Circumstances of the Original Formation of the
Regiment; The Stations at which it has been from time to time employed;
The Battles, Sieges, and other Military Operations, in which it has
been engaged, particularly specifying any Achievement it may have
performed, and the Colours, Trophies, &c., it may have captured from
the Enemy.
---- The Names of the Officers, and the number of Non-Commissioned
Officers and Privates, Killed or Wounded by the Enemy, specifying the
Place and Date of the Action.
---- The names of those Officers, who, in consideration of their
Gallant Services and Meritorious Conduct in Engagements with the Enemy,
have been distinguished with Titles, Medals, or other Marks of His
Majesty's gracious favour.
---- The Names of all such Officers, Non-Commissioned Officers and
Privates as may have specially signalized themselves in Action.
And,
---- The Badges and Devices which the Regiment may have been permitted
to bear, and the Causes on account of which such Badges or Devices, or
any other Marks of Distinction, have been granted.
By Command of the Right Honourable
GENERAL LORD HILL,
_Commanding-in-Chief_.
JOHN MACDONALD.
_Adjutant-General._
PREFACE.
The character and credit of the British Army must chiefly depend
upon the zeal and ardour by which all who enter into its service are
animated, and consequently it is of the highest importance that any
measure calculated to excite the spirit of emulation, by which alone
great and gallant actions are achieved, should be adopted.
Nothing can more fully tend to the accomplishment of this desirable
object than a full display of the noble deeds with which the Military
History of our country abounds. To hold forth these bright examples
to the imitation of the youthful soldier, and thus to incite him to
emulate the meritorious conduct of those who have preceded him in their
honourable career, are among the motives that have given rise to the
present publication.
The operations of the British Troops are, indeed, announced in the
"London Gazette," from whence they are transferred into the public
prints: the achievements of our armies are thus made known at the time
of their occurrence, and receive the tribute of praise and admiration
to which they are entitled. On extraordinary occasions, the Houses of
Parliament have been in the habit of conferring on the Commanders,
and the Officers and Troops acting under their orders, expressions
of approbation and of thanks for their skill and bravery; and these
testimonials, confirmed by the high honour of their Sovereign's
approbation, constitute the reward which the soldier most highly prizes.
It has not, however, until late years, been the practice (which appears
to have long prevailed in some of the Continental armies) for British
Regiments to keep regular records of their services and achievements.
Hence some difficulty has been experienced in obtaining, particularly
from the old Regiments, an authentic account of their origin and
subsequent services.
This defect will now be remedied, in consequence of His Majesty having
been pleased to command that every Regiment shall in future keep a full
and ample record of its services at home and abroad.
From the materials thus collected, the country will henceforth derive
information as to the difficulties and privations which chequer the
career of those who embrace the military profession. In Great Britain,
where so large a number of persons are devoted to the active concerns
of agriculture, manufactures, and commerce, and where these pursuits
have, for so long a period, been undisturbed by the _presence of
war_, which few other countries have escaped, comparatively little is
known of the vicissitudes of active service, and of the casualties of
climate, to which, even during peace, the British Troops are exposed in
every part of the globe, with little or no interval of repose.
In their tranquil enjoyment of the blessings which the country derives
from the industry and the enterprise of the agriculturist and the
trader, its happy inhabitants may be supposed not often to reflect
on the perilous duties of the soldier and the sailor,--on their
sufferings,--and on the sacrifice of valuable life, by which so many
national benefits are obtained and preserved.
The conduct of the British Troops, their valour, and endurance,
have shone conspicuously under great and trying difficulties; and
their character has been established in Continental warfare by the
irresistible spirit with which they have effected debarkations in spite
of the most formidable opposition, and by the gallantry and steadiness
with which they have maintained their advantages against superior
numbers.
In the official Reports made by the respective Commanders, ample
justice has generally been done to the gallant exertions of the Corps
employed; but the details of their services, and of acts of individual
bravery, can only be fully given in the Annals of the various Regiments.
These Records are now preparing for publication, under His Majesty's
special authority, by Mr. RICHARD CANNON, Principal Clerk of the
Adjutant-General's Office; and while the perusal of them cannot fail
to be useful and interesting to military men of every rank, it is
considered that they will also afford entertainment and information to
the general reader, particularly to those who may have served in the
Army, or who have relatives in the Service.
There exists in the breasts of most of those who have served, or are
serving, in the Army, an _Esprit de Corps_--an attachment to everything
belonging to their Regiment; to such persons a narrative of the
services of their own Corps cannot fail to prove interesting. Authentic
accounts of the actions of the great, the valiant, the loyal, have
always been of paramount interest with a brave and civilized people.
Great Britain has produced a race of heroes who, in moments of danger
and terror, have stood "firm as the rocks of their native shore;" and
when half the World has been arrayed against them, they have fought the
battles of their Country with unshaken fortitude. It is presumed that a
record of achievements in war,--victories so complete and surprising,
gained by our countrymen, our brothers, our fellow-citizens in arms,--a
record which revives the memory of the brave, and brings their gallant
deeds before us, will certainly prove acceptable to the public.
Biographical memoirs of the Colonels and other distinguished Officers
will be introduced in the Records of their respective Regiments, and
the Honorary Distinctions which have, from time to time, been conferred
upon each Regiment, as testifying the value and importance of its
services, will be faithfully set forth.
As a convenient mode of Publication, the Record of each Regiment will
be printed in a distinct number, so that when the whole shall be
completed, the Parts may be bound up in numerical succession.
INTRODUCTION.
The ancient Armies of England were composed of Horse and Foot; but the
feudal troops established by William the Conqueror in 1086, consisted
almost entirely of Horse. Under the feudal system, every holder of land
amounting to what was termed a "knight's fee," was required to provide
a charger, a coat of mail, a helmet, a shield, and a lance, and to
serve the Crown a period of forty days in each year at his own expense;
and the great landholders had to provide armed men in proportion to the
extent of their estates; consequently the ranks of the feudal Cavalry
were completed with men of property, and the vassals and tenants of the
great barons, who led their dependents to the field in person.
In the succeeding reigns the Cavalry of the Army was composed of
Knights (or men at arms) and Hobiliers (or horsemen of inferior
degree); and the Infantry of spears and battle-axe men, cross-bowmen,
and archers. The Knights wore armour on every part of the body, and
their weapons were a lance, a sword, and a small dagger. The Hobiliers
were accoutred and armed for the light and less important services of
war, and were not considered qualified for a charge in line. Mounted
Archers[1] were also introduced, and the English nation eventually
became preeminent in the use of the bow.
About the time of Queen Mary the appellation of "_Men at Arms_"
was changed to that of "_Spears_ and _Launces_." The introduction
of fire-arms ultimately occasioned the lance to fall into disuse,
and the title of the Horsemen of the first degree was changed to
"_Cuirassiers_." The Cuirassiers were armed _cap-à-pié_, and their
weapons were a sword with a straight narrow blade and sharp point, and
a pair of large pistols, called petronels; and the Hobiliers carried
carbines. The Infantry carried pikes, matchlocks, and swords. The
introduction of fire-arms occasioned the formation of Regiments armed
and equipped as infantry, but mounted on small horses for the sake of
expedition of movement, and these were styled "_Dragoons_;" a small
portion of the military force of the kingdom, however, consisted of
this description of troops.
The formation of the present Army commenced after the Restoration
in 1660, with the establishment of regular corps of Horse and Foot;
the Horsemen were cuirassiers, but only wore armour on the head and
body; and the Foot were pikemen and musketeers. The arms which each
description of force carried, are described in the following extract
from the "Regulations of King Charles II.," dated 5th May, 1663:--
"Each Horseman to have for his defensive armes, back, breast, and pot;
and for his offensive armes, a sword, and a case of pistolls, the
barrels whereof are not to be undʳ. foorteen inches in length; and each
Trooper of Our Guards to have a carbine besides the aforesaid armes.
And the Foote to have each soldier a sword, and each pikeman a pike
of 16 foote long and not undʳ.; and each musqueteer a musquet with a
collar of bandaliers, the barrell of which musquet to be about foor
foote long and to conteine a bullet, foorteen of which shall weigh a
pound weight[2]."
The ranks of the Troops of Horse were at this period composed of men of
some property--generally the sons of substantial yeomen: the young
men received as recruits provided their own horses, and they were
placed on a rate of pay sufficient to give them a respectable station
in society.
On the breaking out of the war with Holland in the spring of 1672, a
Regiment of Dragoons was raised[3]; the Dragoons were placed on a lower
rate of pay than the Horse, and the Regiment was armed similar to the
Infantry, excepting that a limited number of the men carried halberds
instead of pikes, and the others muskets and bayonets; and a few men in
each troop had pistols; as appears by a warrant dated the 2nd of April,
1672, of which the following is an extract:--
"CHARLES R.
"Our will and pleasure is, that a Regiment of Dragoones which we
have established and ordered to be raised, in twelve Troopes of
fourscore in each beside officers, who are to be under the command
of Our most deare and most intirely beloved Cousin Prince Rupert,
shall be armed out of Our stoares remaining within Our office of
the Ordinance, as followeth; that is to say, three corporalls, two
serjeants, the gentlemen at armes, and twelve soldiers of each
of the said twelve Troopes, are to have and carry each of them
one halbard, and one case of pistolls with holsters; and the rest
of the soldiers of the several Troopes aforesaid, are to have and
to carry each of them one matchlocke musquet, with a collar of
bandaliers, and also to have and to carry one bayonet[4], or great
knive. That each lieutenant have and carry one partizan; and that
two drums be delivered out for each Troope of the said Regiment[5]."
Several regiments of Horse and Dragoons were raised in the first year
of the reign of King James II.; and the horsemen carried a short
carbine[6] in addition to the sword and pair of pistols: and in a
Regulation dated the 21st of February, 1687, the arms of the Dragoons
at that period were commanded to be as follows:--
"The Dragoons to have snaphanse musquets, strapt, with bright barrels
of three foote eight inches long, cartouch-boxes, bayonetts, granado
pouches, buckets, and hammer-hatchetts."
After several years' experience, little advantage was found to accrue
from having Cavalry Regiments formed almost exclusively for engaging
the enemy on foot; and, the Horse having laid aside their armour, the
arms and equipment of Horse and Dragoons were so nearly assimilated,
that there remained little distinction besides the name and rate of
pay. The introduction of improvements into the mounting, arming, and
equipment of Dragoons rendered them competent to the performance of
every description of service required of Cavalry; and, while the long
musket and bayonet were retained, to enable them to act as Infantry, if
necessary, they were found to be equally efficient, and of equal value
to the nation, as Cavalry, with the Regiments of Horse.
In the several augmentations made to the regular Army after the early
part of the reign of Queen Anne, no new Regiments of Horse were raised
for permanent service; and in 1746 King George II. reduced three of
the old Regiments of Horse to the quality and pay of Dragoons; at the
same time, His Majesty gave them the title of First, Second, and Third
Regiments of _Dragoon Guards_: and in 1788 the same alteration was made
in the remaining four Regiments of Horse, which then became the Fourth,
Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Regiments of _Dragoon Guards_.
At present there are only three Regiments which are styled _Horse_ in
the British Army, namely, the two Regiments of Life Guards, and the
Royal Regiment of Horse Guards, to whom cuirasses have recently been
restored. The other Cavalry Regiments consist of Dragoon Guards, Heavy
and Light Dragoons, Hussars, and Lancers; and although the long musket
and bayonet have been laid aside by the whole of the Cavalry, and the
Regiments are armed and equipped on the principle of the old Horse
(excepting the cuirass), they continue to be styled Dragoons.
The old Regiments of Horse formed a highly respectable and efficient
portion of the Army, and it is found, on perusing the histories of the
various campaigns in which they have been engaged, that they have,
on all occasions, maintained a high character for steadiness and
discipline as well as for bravery in action. They were formerly mounted
on horses of superior weight and physical power, and few troops could
withstand a well-directed charge of the celebrated British Horse. The
records of these corps embrace a period of 150 years--a period eventful
in history, and abounding in instances of heroism displayed by the
British troops when danger has threatened the nation,--a period in
which these Regiments have numbered in their ranks men of loyalty,
valour, and good conduct, worthy of imitation.
Since the Regiments of Horse were formed into Dragoon Guards,
additional improvements have been introduced into the constitution of
the several corps; and the superior description of horses now bred in
the United Kingdom, enables the commanding officers to remount their
regiments with such excellent horses, that, whilst sufficient weight
has been retained for a powerful charge in line, a lightness has been
acquired, which renders them available for every description of service
incident to modern warfare.
The orderly conduct of these Regiments in quarters has gained the
confidence and esteem of the respectable inhabitants of the various
parts of the United Kingdom in which they have been stationed; their
promptitude and alacrity in attending to the requisitions of the
magistrates in periods of excitement, and the temper, patience,
and forbearance which they have evinced when subjected to great
provocation, insult, and violence from the misguided populace, prove
the value of these troops to the Crown, and to the Government of the
country, and justify the reliance which is reposed on them.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] In the 14th year of the reign of Edward IV. a small force was
established in Ireland by Parliament, consisting of 120 Archers on
horseback,
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THE IMMORTAL;
OR, ONE OF THE "FORTY." (L'IMMORTEL.)
By Alphonse Daudet,
Translated From The French By A. W. Verrall And Margaret D. G. Verrall
Rand, McNally & Company, Publishers - 1889
IMMORTAL; OR, THE "FORTY." (L'IMMORTEL)
CHAPTER I.
In the 1880 edition of Men of the Day, under the heading _Astier-Rehu_,
may be read the following notice:--
Astier, commonly called Astier-Rehu (Pierre Alexandre Leonard), Member
of the Academie Francaise, was born in 1816 at Sauvagnat (Puy-de-Dome).
His parents belonged to the class of small farmers. He displayed from
his earliest years a remarkable aptitude for the study of history. His
education, begun at Riom and continued at Louis-le-Grand, where he
was afterwards to re-appear as professor, was more sound than is now
fashionable, and secured his admission to the Ecole Normale Superieure,
from which he went to the Chair of History at the Lycee of Mende. It
was here that he wrote the Essay on Marcus Aurelius, crowned by
the Academie Francaise. Called to Paris the following year by M. de
Salvandy, the young and brilliant professor showed his sense of the
discerning favour extended to him by publishing, in rapid succession,
The Great Ministers of Louis XIV. (crowned by the Academie Francaise),
Bonaparte and the Concordat (crowned by the Academie Francaise), and
the admirable Introduction to the History of the House of Orleans, a
magnificent prologue to the work which was to occupy twenty years of his
life. This time the Academie, having no more crowns to offer him, gave
him a seat among its members. He could scarcely be called a stranger
there, having married Mlle. Rehu, daughter of the lamented Paulin Rehu,
the celebrated architect, member of the Academie des Inscriptions et
Belles-Lettres, and granddaughter of the highly respected Jean Rehu,
the father of the Academie Francaise, the elegant translator of Ovid and
author of the Letters to Urania, whose hale old age is the miracle of
the Institute. By his friend and colleague M. Thiers Leonard Astier-Rehu
was called to the post of Keeper of the Archives of Foreign Affairs.
It is well known that, with a noble disregard of his interests, he
resigned, some years later (1878), rather than that the impartial pen of
history should stoop to the demands of our present rulers. But deprived
of his beloved archives, the author has turned his leisure to good
account. In two years he has given us the last three volumes of his
history, and announces shortly New Lights on Galileo, based upon
documents extremely curious and absolutely unpublished. All the works of
Astier-Rehu may be had of Petit-Sequard, Bookseller to the Academie.
As the publisher of this book of reference entrusts to each person
concerned the task of telling his own story, no doubt can possibly be
thrown upon the authenticity of these biographical notes. But why must
it be asserted that Leonard Astier-Rehu resigned his post as Keeper of
the Archives? Every one knows that he was dismissed, sent away with no
more ceremony than a hackney-cabman, because of an imprudent phrase let
slip by the historian of the House of Orleans, vol. v. p. 327: 'Then, as
to-day, France, overwhelmed by the flood of demagogy, etc.' Who can see
the end of a metaphor? His salary of five hundred pounds a year, his
rooms in the Quai d'Orsay (with coals and gas) and, besides, that
wonderful treasure of historic documents, which had supplied the sap
of his books, all this had been carried away from him by this unlucky
'flood,' all by his own flood! The poor man could not get over it. Even
after the lapse of two years, regret for the ease and the honours of his
office gnawed at his heart, and gnawed with a sharper tooth on
certain dates, certain days of the month or the week, and above all on
'Teyssedre's Wednesdays.' Teyssedre was the man who polished the floors.
He came to the Astiers' regularly every Wednesday. On the afternoon
of that day Madame Astier was at home to her friends in her husband's
study, this being the only presentable apartment of their third floor in
the Rue de Beaune, the remains of a grand house, terribly inconvenient
in spite of its magnificent ceiling. The disturbance caused to the
illustrious historian by this 'Wednesday,' recurring every week and
interrupting his industrious and methodical labours, may easily be
conceived. He had come to hate the rubber of floor, a man from his
own country, with a face as yellow, close, and hard as his own cake
of beeswax. He hated Teyssedre, who, proud of coming from Riom, while
'Meuchieu Achtier came only from Chauvagnat,' had no scruple in pushing
about
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RECOLLECTIONS WITH THE THIRD IOWA REGIMENT:
by
LIEUT. S. D. THOMPSON.
Cincinnati:
Published for the Author.
1864.
Entered according to Act of Congress,
in the year eighteen hundred and sixty-four, by
Lieut. S. D. Thompson
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the U. S.
for the Southern District of Ohio.
PREFACE.
At the solicitation of some of my comrades, the pages of this book
were for the most part compiled from a diary which I kept during most
of the two years I served with them, and which was written amid the
scenes it attempts to describe. To furnish them a faithful account of
the principal scenes through which they passed during this period,
including sketches of the operations in which they were engaged,
and of which our Regiment formed a part; a record of what they saw,
and did, and suffered, such as I thought they would like to read
in future days, has been my object in presenting it in this shape.
As it was written for my comrades, to them I dedicate it; and in
giving it to the public, I have only to say that if it suits them, it
suits me. With regard to facts which have since become history, to
which I have had occasion to refer, I may have committed some errors
and inaccuracies; my book was not written in the library of the
historian, but in the tent of the soldier, and with few exceptions
without other information than such as observation and report could
supply. In speaking of prominent officers under whom we served, I
have not forgotten that some of them are still my superior officers,
and that it in nowise comports with my duties as a soldier to assume
to be their historian or critic. But the time has come when the
conduct of those who have passed into civil life may be criticized
by those who were their inferiors in the military service. Of such
I have endeavored to speak honestly but _plainly_, remembering that
they dealt plainly with us.
I am under obligations to Col. Scott, 32d Iowa, Lieut. Chas. P.
Brown, A. A. Q. M., Fort Pickering, W. B. Lakin, Esq., College Hill,
Ohio, for valuable favors and assistance. I trust that time will
afford me opportunities of paying them in a better manner than by
this public acknowledgment.
And now I give these pages to the public, with the single regret that
the deeds of men who have so many titles to honor and gratitude could
not have been better recorded and by a more worthy hand.
S. D. THOMPSON,
FORT PICKERING, Memphis, Tenn., March, 1864.
CONTENTS.
Page.
Preface 3
CHAPTER I.
The "uprising" in Iowa--Patriotism of the people--The
Third Regiment--Its character and composition--Spirit and
ideas of its members--Our colonel--Our visit to Camp Ellsworth
and the First Iowa--The Second and First Iowa advance into
Missouri--Our quarters--Our ideas of our treatment--Poor
fare, and what some of us "did about it"--Our duties--Complaints
about pay--Our arms--We go into camp--Our first
camp experience--We chafe exceedingly under the yoke of
discipline--Marching orders 13
CHAPTER II.
We break up camp at Keokuk--The parting occasion--The
last lingering look--A pleasant steamboat ride--Two nights
and a day at Hannibal--We advance by rail into the interior
of Missouri--Dangers attending the movement--We halt at
Chillicothe, Grand River bridge and Utica--Leaving the cars
and camping for the night--Condition of the country--Our
first night alarm--How we celebrated the Fourth of July--Our
uniform--Our rations--Our discipline--Colonel Williams
arrives and assumes command--Colonel Smith visits
and consults with him--Another false alarm 29
CHAPTER III.
Operations of the rebel general Harris--Three companies
of our regiment detailed to join an expedition against him--We
are allowed ten minutes for preparation--We join a portion
of the Sixteenth Illinois at Palmyra, and with them
return to Monroe--The movement delayed by a storm--Consultation
of officers--The column moves--Skirmish of Hager's
Woods--We delay and finally camp for the night--And in the
morning begin to retreat--Our train burned and the enemy
in our rear--A threatened skirmish--He
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Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
IRISH WITCHCRAFT AND DEMONOLOGY
by
ST. JOHN D. SEYMOUR, B.D.
Author of "The Diocese of Emly," etc.
Dublin
Hodges, Figgis & Co. Ltd.
104 Grafton Street
London
Humphrey Milford
Amen Corner, E.C.
1913
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I
SOME REMARKS ON WITCHCRAFT IN IRELAND 1
CHAPTER II
A.D. 1324
DAME ALICE KYTELER, THE SORCERESS OF KILKENNY 25
CHAPTER III
A.D. 1223-1583
THE KYTELER CASE AND ITS SURROUNDINGS OF SORCERY AND
HERESY--MICHAEL SCOT--THE FOURTH EARL OF DESMOND--JAMES I
AND THE IRISH PROPHETESS--A SORCERY ACCUSATION OF 1447--
WITCHCRAFT TRIALS IN THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY--STATUTES
DEALING WITH THE SUBJECT--EYE-BITERS--THE ENCHANTED EARL
OF DESMOND 46
CHAPTER IV
A.D. 1606-1656
A CLERICAL WIZARD--WITCHCRAFT CURED BY A RELIC--RAISING
THE DEVIL IN IRELAND--HOW HE WAS CHEATED BY A DOCTOR OF
DIVINITY--STEWART AND THE FAIRIES--REV. ROBERT BLAIR AND
THE MAN POSSESSED WITH A DEVIL--STRANGE OCCURRENCES NEAR
LIMERICK--APPARITIONS OF MURDERED PEOPLE AT PORTADOWN--
CHARMED LIVES--VISIONS AND PORTENTS--PETITION OF A
BEWITCHED ANTRIM MAN IN ENGLAND--ARCHBISHOP USSHER'S
PROPHECIES--MR. BROWNE AND THE LOCKED CHEST 77
CHAPTER V
A.D. 1661
FLORENCE NEWTON, THE WITCH OF YOUGHAL 105
CHAPTER VI
A.D. 1662-1686
THE DEVIL AT DAMERVILLE--AND AT BALLINAGARDE--TAVERNER
AND HADDOCK'S GHOST--HUNTER AND THE GHOSTLY OLD WOMAN--A
WITCH RESCUED BY THE DEVIL--DR. WILLIAMS AND THE HAUNTED
HOUSE IN DUBLIN--APPARITIONS SEEN IN THE AIR IN CO.
TIPPERARY--A CLERGYMAN AND HIS WIFE BEWITCHED TO DEATH--
BEWITCHING OF MR. MOOR--THE FAIRY-POSSESSED BUTLER--A
GHOST INSTIGATES A PROSECUTION--SUPPOSED WITCHCRAFT IN
CO. CORK--THE DEVIL AMONG THE QUAKERS 132
CHAPTER VII
A.D. 1688
AN IRISH-AMERICAN WITCH 176
CHAPTER VIII
A.D. 1689-1720
PORTENT ON ENTRY OF JAMES II--WITCHCRAFT IN CO. ANTRIM--
TRADITIONAL VERSION OF SAME--EVENTS PRECEDING THE
ISLAND-MAGEE WITCH-TRIAL--THE TRIAL ITSELF--DR. FRANCIS
HUTCHINSON 194
CHAPTER IX
A.D. 1807 TO PRESENT DAY
MARY BUTTERS, THE CARNMONEY WITCH--BALLAD ON HER--THE
HAND OF GLORY--A JOURNEY THROUGH THE AIR--A "WITCH" IN
1911--SOME MODERN ILLUSTRATIONS OF CATTLE- AND
MILK-MAGIC--TRANSFERENCE OF DISEASE BY A _cailleach_--
BURYING THE SHEAF--J.P.'S COMMISSION--CONCLUSION 224
IRISH WITCHCRAFT AND DEMONOLOGY
CHAPTER I
SOME REMARKS ON WITCHCRAFT IN IRELAND
It is said, though we cannot vouch for the accuracy of the statement, that
in a certain book on the natural history of Ireland there occurs a
remarkable and oft-quoted chapter on Snakes--the said chapter consisting
of the words, "There are no snakes in Ireland." In the opinion of most
people at the present
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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
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The Lost Continent was originally published
under the title Beyond Thirty
THE LOST CONTINENT
by
Edgar Rice Burroughs
JTABLE 3 9 1
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Since earliest childhood I have been strangely fascinated by the
mystery surrounding the history of the last days of twentieth century
Europe. My interest is keenest, perhaps, not so much in relation to
known facts as to speculation upon the unknowable of the two centuries
that have rolled by since human intercourse between the Western and
Eastern Hemispheres ceased--the mystery of Europe's state following the
termination of the Great War--provided, of course, that the war had
been terminated.
From out of the meagerness of our censored histories we learned that
for fifteen years after the cessation of diplomatic relations between
the United States of North America and the belligerent nations of the
Old World, news of more or less doubtful authenticity filtered, from
time to time, into the Western Hemisphere from the Eastern.
Then came the fruition of that historic propaganda which is best
described by its own slogan: "The East for the East--the West for the
West," and all further intercourse was stopped by statute.
Even prior to this, transoceanic commerce had practically ceased, owing
to the perils and hazards of the mine-strewn waters of both the
Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. Just when submarine activities ended we
do not know but the last vessel of this type sighted by a Pan-American
merchantman was the huge Q 138, which discharged twenty-nine torpedoes
at a Brazilian tank steamer off the Bermudas in the fall of 1972. A
heavy sea and the excellent seamanship of the master of the Brazilian
permitted the Pan-American to escape and report this last of a long
series of outrages upon our commerce. God alone knows how many
hundreds of our ancient ships fell prey to the roving steel sharks of
blood-frenzied Europe. Countless were the vessels and men that passed
over our eastern and western horizons never to return; but whether they
met their fates before the belching tubes of submarines or among the
aimlessly drifting mine fields, no man lived to tell.
And then came the great Pan-American Federation which linked the
Western Hemisphere from pole to pole under a single flag, which joined
the navies of the New World into the mightiest fighting force that ever
sailed the seven seas--the greatest argument for peace the world had
ever known.
Since that day peace had reigned from the western shores of the Azores
to the western shores of the Hawaiian Islands, nor has any man of
either hemisphere dared cross 30dW. or 175dW. From 30d to 175d is
ours--from 30d to 175d is peace, prosperity and happiness.
Beyond was the great unknown. Even the geographies of my boyhood
showed nothing beyond. We were taught of nothing beyond. Speculation
was discouraged. For two hundred years the Eastern Hemisphere had been
wiped from the maps and histories of Pan-America. Its mention in
fiction, even, was forbidden.
Our ships of peace patrol thirty and one hundred seventy-five. What
ships from beyond they have warned only the secret archives of
government show; but, a naval officer myself, I have gathered from the
traditions of the service that it has been fully two hundred years
since smoke or sail has been sighted east of 30d or west of 175d. The
fate of the relinquished provinces which lay beyond the dead lines we
could only speculate upon. That they were taken by the military power,
which rose so suddenly in China after the fall of the republic, and
which wrested Manchuria and Korea from Russia and Japan, and also
absorbed the Philippines, is quite within the range of possibility.
It was the commander of a Chinese man-of-war who received a copy of the
edict of 1972 from the hand of my illustrious ancestor, Admiral Turck,
on one hundred seventy-five, two hundred and six years ago, and from
the yellowed pages of the admiral's diary I learned that the fate of
the Philippines was even then presaged by these Chinese naval officers.
Yes, for over two hundred years no man crossed 30d to 175d and lived to
tell his story--not until chance drew me across and back again, and
public opinion, revolting at last against the drastic regulations of
our long-dead forbears, demanded that my story be given to the world,
and that the narrow interdict which commanded peace, prosperity, and
happiness to halt at 30d and 175d be removed forever.
I am glad that it was given to me to be an instrument in the hands of
Providence for the uplifting of benighted Europe, and the amelioration
of the suffering, degradation, and abysmal ignorance in which I found
her.
I shall not
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bold, italic text by +plus signs+. The oe ligature was replaced by the
individual letters.
VOL. XVIII MARCH-APRIL, 1916 20c. a Copy
No. 2 $1 a Year
Bird-Lore
[Illustration (birdhouse in field)]
EDITED BY
FRANK M. CHAPMAN
PUBLISHED FOR THE AUDUBON SOCIETIES
BY
D. Appleton & Company
HARRISBURG, PA. NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY FRANK M. CHAPMAN _R. Weber_.
Bird-Lore
March-April, 1916
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CONTENTS
=GENERAL ARTICLES= Page
Frontispiece in Color--Bush-Tits, Verdin, and Wren-Tit
_Louis Agassiz Fuertes_
The World's Record for Density of Bird Population. Illustrated
by the author _Gilbert H. Grosvenor_ 77
The Robin in Yosemite. Verse _Garrett Newkirk_ 84
The Spring Migration of 1915 at Raleigh, N. C.
_S. C. Bruner and C. S. Brimley_ 85
First Efforts at Bird Photography. Illustrated by the author
_H. Tra Hartshorn_ 88
Long-eared Owl on Nest. Illustration _H. and E. Pittman_ 91
The Interesting Barn Owl. Illustrated by the author
_Joseph W. Lippincott_ 92
Photographs of Flickers _Arthur A. Allen_ 96
The Migration of North American Birds. Illustrated by
Louis Agassiz Fuertes _W. W. Cooke_ 97
Notes on the Plumage of North American Birds. Thirty-seventh
Paper _Frank M. Chapman_
=NOTES FROM FIELD AND STUDY= 100
A Correction; Hints for Bird Clubs, _W. M. Buswell_; Ornithological
Possibilities of a Bit of Swamp Land, _Arthur P. Stubbs_; My
Neighbor's Sparrow Trap, _Charles R. Keyes_; A Tropical Migration
Tragedy; A Shower of Birds, _R. L. Tripp_; A Heron's Involuntary
Bath, _John R. Tooker_; Winter Notes From Carlisle, Ind., _J. H.
Gilliland_; Notes from Nebraska, _Howard Paret_; A Gannet over the
Hudson River, _J. T. Nichols_; Petrels on the Hudson, _F. M.
Chapman_; Starling in Ohio, _Sheridan T. Wood_; Evening Grosbeaks
and Cardinals in Southern Wisconsin, _Ethel A. Nott_; Evening
Grosbeaks at Port Henry, N. Y., _Dora B. Harris_; Evening Grosbeak
at Glen Falls, N. Y., _E. Eveleen Hathaway_; Evening Grosbeaks at
Saratoga Springs, N. Y., _Jacolyn Manning, M. D._; The Evening
Grosbeak at Boston, _E. G. and R. E. Robbins_; Evening Grosbeaks
at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., _George W. Gray_; Evening Grosbeaks in
Lexington, Mass., _Winsor M. Tyler, M. D._; Evening Grosbeaks in
Vermont, _L. H. Potter_; Evening Grosbeaks in Connecticut, _Mary
Hazen Arnold_; Martin Problems, _May S. Danner_; A Bold Winter
Wren, _Edward J. F. Marx_.
=BOOK NEWS AND REVIEWS= 110
Grinnell's Distributional List of California Birds; Taverner on
the Food Habits of Cormorants; The Ornithological Magazines.
=EDITORIAL= 112
=THE AUDUBON SOCIETIES--SCHOOL DEPARTMENT= 113
Bird and Arbor Day--An Awakening, _A. H. W._; Junior Audubon Work;
Ways of Keeping up Interest in Bird Study; For and From Adult
and Young Observers, Red-wing Blackbird. Ills.
=EDUCATIONAL LEAFLET No. 85.= Chestnut-sided Warbler. With
plate by Bruce Horsfall _T. Gilbert Pearson_ 128
=AUDUBON SOCIETIES--EXECUTIVE DEPARTMENT= 132
A Case in Point; A Feeding-Shelf; Photographing Water-Fowl; Birds
and the Cold Spell; Florence Merriam Bailey; New Members and
Contributors;
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LAUREL VANE
or, THE GIRL'S CONSPIRACY.
By MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.
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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.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER XXVII.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CHAPTER XXX.
CHAPTER XXXI.
CHAPTER XXXII.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
CHAPTER XXXV.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
CHAPTER XL.
CHAPTER XLI.
CHAPTER XLII.
CHAPTER XLIII.
CHAPTER XLIV.
CHAPTER XLV.
CHAPTER XLVI.
CHAPTER XLVII.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
CHAPTER XLIX.
CHAPTER L.
CHAPTER LI.
CHAPTER LII.
CHAPTER LIII.
CHAPTER LIV.
CHAPTER LV.
CHAPTER LVI.
CHAPTER LVII.
CHAPTER LVIII.
CHAPTER LIX.
CHAPTER LX.
CHAPTER LXI.
CHAPTER LXII.
CHAPTER LXIII.
CHAPTER LXIV.
CHAPTER LXV.
CHAPTER LXVI.
CHAPTER LXVII.
CHAPTER LXVIII.
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PELLUCIDAR
By
Edgar Rice Burroughs
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
PROLOGUE
I LOST ON PELLUCIDAR
II TRAVELING WITH TERROR
III SHOOTING THE CHUTES--AND AFTER
IV FRIENDSHIP AND TREACHERY
V SURPRISES
VI A PENDENT WORLD
VII FROM PLIGHT TO PLIGHT
VIII CAPTIVE
IX HOOJA'S CUTTHROATS APPEAR
X THE RAID ON THE CAVE-PRISON
XI ESCAPE
XII KIDNAPED!
XIII RACING FOR LIFE
XIV GORE AND DREAMS
XV CONQUEST AND PEACE
PROLOGUE
Several years had elapsed since I had found the opportunity to do any
big-game hunting; for at last I had my plans almost perfected for a
return to my old stamping-grounds in northern Africa, where in other
days I had had excellent sport in pursuit of the king of beasts.
The date of my departure had been set; I was to leave in two weeks. No
schoolboy counting the lagging hours that must pass before the
beginning of "long vacation" released him to the delirious joys of the
summer camp could have been filled with greater impatience or keener
anticipation.
And then came a letter that started me for Africa twelve days ahead of
my schedule.
Often am I in receipt of letters from strangers who have found
something in a story of mine to commend or to condemn. My interest in
this department of my correspondence is ever fresh. I opened this
particular letter with all the zest of pleasurable anticipation with
which I had opened so many others. The post-mark (Algiers) had aroused
my interest and curiosity, especially at this time, since it was
Algiers that was presently to witness the termination of my coming sea
voyage in search of sport and adventure.
Before the reading of that letter was completed lions and lion-hunting
had fled my thoughts, and I was in a state of excitement bordering upon
frenzy.
It--well, read it yourself, and see if you, too, do not find food for
frantic conjecture, for tantalizing doubts, and for a great hope.
Here it is:
DEAR SIR: I think that I have run across one of the most remarkable
coincidences in modern literature. But let me start at the beginning:
I am, by profession, a wanderer upon the face of the earth. I have no
trade--nor any other occupation.
My father bequeathed me a competency; some remoter ancestors lust to
roam. I have combined the two and invested them carefully and without
extravagance.
I became interested in your story, At the Earth's Core, not so much
because of the probability of the tale as of a great and abiding wonder
that people should be paid real money for writing such impossible
trash. You will pardon my candor, but it is necessary that you
understand my mental attitude toward this particular story--that you
may credit that which follows.
Shortly thereafter I started for the Sahara in search of a rather rare
species of antelope that is to be found only occasionally within a
limited area at a certain season of the year. My chase led me far from
the haunts of man.
It was a fruitless search, however, in so far as antelope is concerned;
but one night as I lay courting sleep at the edge of a little cluster
of date-palms that surround an ancient well in the midst of the arid,
shifting sands, I suddenly became conscious of a strange sound coming
apparently from the earth beneath my head.
It was an intermittent ticking!
No reptile or insect with which I am familiar reproduces any such
notes. I lay for an hour--listening intently.
At last my curiosity got the better of me. I arose, lighted my lamp
and commenced to investigate.
My bedding lay upon a rug stretched directly upon the warm sand. The
noise appeared to be coming from beneath the rug. I raised it, but
found nothing--yet, at intervals, the sound continued.
I dug into the sand with the point of my hunting-knife. A few inches
below the surface of the sand I encountered a solid substance that had
the feel of wood beneath the sharp steel.
Excavating about it, I unearthed
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Index and Maps.
Pike's Expeditions
VOLUME II.
THE EXPEDITIONS
OF
ZEBULON MONTGOMERY PIKE,
To Headwaters of the Mississippi River,
Through Louisiana Territory, and in New Spain,
During the Years 1805-6-7.
A NEW EDITION,
NOW FIRST REPRINTED IN FULL FROM THE ORIGINAL OF 1810,
WITH COPIOUS CRITICAL COMMENTARY,
MEMOIR OF PIKE, NEW MAP AND OTHER ILLUSTRATIONS,
AND COMPLETE INDEX,
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Member of the National Academy of Sciences,
Editor of Lewis and Clark,
etc., etc., etc.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
Arkansaw Journey--Mexican Tour.
NEW YORK:
FRANCIS P. HARPER.
1895.
COPYRIGHT, 1895,
BY
FRANCIS P. HARPER,
New York.
All rights reserved.
CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
PART II.
THE ARKANSAW JOURNEY.
CHAPTER I. PAGES
ITINERARY: UP THE MISSOURI AND OSAGE RIVERS, AND
THROUGH KANSAS TO THE PAWNEE VILLAGE ON
THE REPUBLICAN RIVER, JULY 15TH-SEPTEMBER
30TH, 1806, 357-416
CHAPTER II.
ITINERARY, CONTINUED: FROM THE PAWNEE VILLAGE
THROUGH KANSAS AND COLORADO TO PIKE'S PEAK,
OCTOBER 1ST-NOVEMBER 30TH, 1806, 417-459
CHAPTER III.
ITINERARY, CONCLUDED: IN THE MOUNTAINS OF COLORADO
ON HEADWATERS OF THE ARKANSAW AND
RIO GRANDE, DECEMBER 1ST, 1806-FEBRUARY 26TH,
1807, 460-510
CHAPTER IV.
PIKE'S DISSERTATION ON LOUISIANA, 511-538
CHAPTER V.
WILKINSON'S REPORT ON THE ARKANSAW, 539-561
CHAPTER VI.
CORRESPONDENCE, 562-594
PART III.
THE MEXICAN TOUR.
CHAPTER I. PAGES
ITINERARY: THROUGH NEW MEXICO ON THE RIO
GRANDE TO EL PASO, FEBRUARY 27TH-MARCH
21ST, 1807, 595-647
CHAPTER II.
ITINERARY, CONTINUED: THROUGH OLD MEXICO, IN
CHIHUAHUA, DURANGO, AND COAHUILA, TO THE
PRESIDIO GRANDE, MARCH 22D-MAY 31ST, 1807, 648-689
CHAPTER III.
ITINERARY, CONCLUDED: THROUGH TEXAS TO NATCHITOCHES
ON THE RED RIVER OF LOUISIANA, JUNE
1ST-JULY 1ST, 1807, 690-717
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[Illustration: A MISTY MORNING, NEWBY BRIDGE, WINDERMERE]
THE ENGLISH LAKES
PAINTED BY A. HEATON COOPER • DESCRIBED BY WM. T. PALMER • PUBLISHED BY
ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK • LONDON • MCMVIII
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CONTENTS
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CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER II
BY STEAM YACHT ON WINDERMERE 9
CHAPTER III
BY WORDSWORTH’S ROTHAY 30
CHAPTER IV
RYDAL AND GRASMERE 36
CHAPTER V
ESTHWAITE WATER AND OLD HAWKSHEAD 49
CHAPTER VI
CONISTON WATER 60
CHAPTER VII
THE MOODS OF WASTWATER 79
CHAPTER VIII
THE GLORY OF ENNERDALE 98
CHAPTER IX
BY SOFT LOWESWATER 106
CHAPTER X
CRUMMOCK WATER 116
CHAPTER XI
BUTTERMERE
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THE CRACK OF DOOM
BY
ROBERT CROMIE
_Author of "A Plunge into Space," etc._
_SECOND EDITION_
LONDON
DIGBY, LONG & CO.
18 BOUVERIE STREET, FLEET STREET, E.C.
1895
PREFACE
The rough notes from which this narrative has been constructed were
given to me by the man who tells the story. For obvious reasons I have
altered the names of the principals, and I hereby pass on the assurance
which I have received, that the originals of such as are left alive can
be found if their discovery be thought desirable. This alteration of
names, the piecing together of somewhat disconnected and sometimes
nearly indecipherable memoranda, and the reduction of the mass to
consecutive form, are all that has been required of me or would have
been permitted to me. The expedition to Labrador mentioned by the
narrator has not returned, nor has it ever been definitely traced. He
does not undertake to prove that it ever set out. But he avers that all
which is hereafter set down is truly told, and he leaves it to mankind
to accept the warning which it has fallen to him to convey, or await the
proof of its sincerity which he believes the end of the century will
produce.
ROBERT CROMIE.
BELFAST, _May, 1895_.
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. THE UNIVERSE A MISTAKE! 1
II. A STRANGE EXPERIMENT 10
III. "IT IS GOOD TO BE ALIVE" 21
IV. GEORGE DELANY--DECEASED 32
V. THE MURDER CLUB 41
VI. A TELEPATHIC TELEGRAM 51
VII. GUILTY! 62
VIII. THE WOKING MYSTERY 72
IX. CUI BONO? 81
X. FORCE--A REMEDY 93
XI. MORITURI TE SALUTANT 104
XII. "NO DEATH--SAVE IN LIFE" 111
XIII. MISS METFORD'S PLAN 123
XIV. ROCKINGHAM TO THE SHARKS 133
XV. "IF NOT TOO LATE" 146
XVI. L5000 TO DETAIN THE SHIP 160
XVII. "THIS EARTH SHALL DIE" 174
XVIII. THE FLIGHT 184
XIX. THE CATASTROPHE 197
XX. CONCLUSION 208
THE CRACK OF DOOM
CHAPTER I.
THE UNIVERSE A MISTAKE!
"The Universe is a mistake!"
Thus spake Herbert Brande, a passenger on the _Majestic_, making for
Queenstown Harbour, one evening early in the past year. Foolish as the
words may seem, they were partly influential in leading to my terrible
association with him, and all that is described in this book.
Brande was standing beside me on the starboard side of the vessel. We
had been discussing a current astronomical essay, as we watched the hazy
blue line of the Irish coast rise on the horizon. This conversation was
interrupted by Brande, who said, impatiently:
"Why tell us of stars distant so far from this insignificant little
world of ours--so insignificant that even its own inhabitants speak
disrespectfully of it--that it would take hundreds of years to telegraph
to some of them, thousands to others, and millions to the rest? Why
limit oneself to a mere million of years for a dramatic illustration,
when there is a star in space distant so far from us that if a telegram
left the earth for it this very night, and maintained for ever its
initial velocity, it would never reach that star?"
He said this without any apparent effort after rhetorical effect; but
the suddenness with which he had presented a very obvious truism in a
fresh light to me made the conception of the vastness of space
absolutely oppressive. In the hope of changing the subject I replied:
"Nothing is gained by dwelling on these scientific speculations. The
mind is only bewildered. The Universe is inexplicable."
"The Universe!" he exclaimed. "That is easily explained. The Universe is
a mistake!"
"The greatest mistake of the century, I suppose," I added, somewhat
annoyed, for I thought Brande was laughing at me.
"Say, of Time, and I agree with you," he replied, careless of my
astonishment.
I did not answer him for some moments.
This man Brande was young in years, but middle-aged in the expression of
his pale, intellectual face, and old--if age be synonymous with
knowledge--in his ideas. His knowledge, indeed, was so exhaustive that
the scientific pleasantries to which he was prone could always be
justified, dialectically at least, by him when he was contradicted.
Those who knew him well did not argue with him. I was always stumbling
into intellectual pitfalls, for I had only known him since the steamer
left New York.
As to myself, there is little to be told. My history prior to my
acquaintance with Brande was commonplace. I was merely an active,
athletic Englishman, Arthur Marcel by name. I had studied medicine, and
was a doctor in all but the degree. This certificate had been dispensed
with owing to an unexpected legacy, on receipt of which I determined to
devote it to the furtherance of my own amusement. In the pursuit of this
object, I had visited many lands and had become familiar with most of
the beaten tracks of travel. I was returning to England after an absence
of three years spent in aimless roaming. My age was thirty-one years,
and my salient characteristic at the time was to hold fast by anything
that interested me, until my humour changed. Brande's conversational
vagaries had amused me on the voyage. His extraordinary comment on the
Universe decided me to cement our shipboard acquaintance before reaching
port.
"That explanation of yours," I said, lighting a fresh cigar, and
returning to a subject which I had so recently tried to shelve, "isn't
it rather vague?"
"For the present it must serve," he answered absently.
To force him into admitting that his phrase was only a thoughtless
exclamation, or induce him to defend it, I said:
"It does not serve any reasonable purpose. It adds nothing to knowledge.
As it stands, it is neither academic nor practical."
Brande looked at me earnestly for a moment, and then said gravely:
"The academic value of the explanation will be shown to you if you will
join a society I have founded; and its practicalness will soon be made
plain whether you join or not."
"What do you call this club of yours?" I asked.
"We do not call it a club. We call it a Society--the _Cui Bono_
Society," he answered coldly.
"I like the name," I returned. "It is suggestive. It may mean
anything--or nothing."
"You will learn later that the Society means something; a good deal, in
fact."
This was said in the dry, unemotional tone which I afterwards found was
the only sign of displeasure Brande ever permitted himself to show. His
arrangements for going on shore at Queenstown had been made early in the
day, but he left me to look for his sister, of whom I had seen very
little on the voyage. The weather had been rough, and as she was not a
good sailor, I had only had a rare glimpse of a very dark and handsome
girl, whose society possessed for me a strange attraction, although we
were then almost strangers. Indeed, I regretted keenly, as the time of
our separation approached, having registered my luggage (consisting
largely of curios and mementoes of my travels, of which I was very
careful) for Liverpool. My own time was valueless, and it would have
been more agreeable to me to continue the journey with the Brandes, no
matter where they went.
There was a choppy sea on when we reached the entrance to the harbour,
so the _Majestic_ steamed in between the Carlisle and Camden forts, and
on to the man-of-war roads, where the tender met us. By this time,
Brande and his sister were ready to go on shore; but as there was a
heavy mail to be transhipped, we had still an hour at our disposal. For
some time we paced the deck, exchanging commonplaces on the voyage and
confidences as to our future plans. It was almost dark, but not dark
enough to prevent us from seeing those wonderfully green hills which
landlock the harbour. To me the verdant woods and hills were delightful
after the brown plains and interminable prairies on which I had spent
many months. As the lights of Queenstown began to speck the slowly
gathering gloom, Miss Brande asked me to point out Rostellan Castle. It
could not be seen from the vessel, but the familiar legend was easily
recalled, and this led us to talk about Irish tradition with its weird
romance and never failing pathos. This interested her. Freed now from
the lassitude of sea-sickness, the girl became more fascinating to me
every moment. Everything she said was worth listening to, apart from the
charming manner in which it was said.
To declare that she was an extremely pretty girl would not convey the
strange, almost unearthly, beauty of her face--as intellectual as her
brother's--and of the charm of her slight but exquisitely moulded
figure. In her dark eyes there was a sympathy, a compassion, that was
new to me. It thrilled me with an emotion different from anything that
my frankly happy, but hitherto wholly selfish life had known. There was
only one note in her conversation which jarred upon me. She was apt to
drift into the extraordinary views of life and death which were
interesting when formulated by her eccentric brother, but pained me
coming from her lips. In spite of this, the purpose I had contemplated
of joining Brande's Society--evoked as it had been by his own whimsical
observation--now took definite form. I would join that Society. It would
be the best way of keeping near to Natalie Brande.
Her brother returned to us to say that the tender was about to leave the
ship. He had left us for half an hour. I did not notice his absence
until he himself announced it. As we shook hands, I said to him:
"I have been thinking about that Society of yours. I mean to join it."
"I am very glad," he replied. "You will find it a new sensation, quite
outside the beaten track, which you know so well."
There was a shade of half-kindly contempt in his voice, which missed me
at the moment. I answered gaily, knowing that he would not be offended
by what was said in jest:
"I am sure I shall. If all the members are as mad as yourself, it will
be the most interesting experience outside Bedlam that any man could
wish for."
I had a foretaste of that interest soon.
As Miss Brande was walking to the gangway, a lamp shone full upon her
gypsy face. The blue-black hair, the dark eyes, and a deep red rose she
wore in her bonnet, seemed to me an exquisite arrangement of harmonious
colour. And the thought flashed into my mind very vividly, however
trivial it may seem here, when written down in cold words: "The queen of
women, and the queen of flowers." That is not precisely how my thought
ran, but I cannot describe it better. The finer subtleties of the brain
do not bear well the daylight of language.
Brande drew her back and whispered to her. Then the sweet face, now
slightly flushed, was turned to me again.
"Oh, thank you
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TRAVELS
IN
TARTARY, THIBET, AND CHINA,
ILLUSTRATED.
[Picture: Buddha]
LONDON:
OFFICE OF THE NATIONAL ILLUSTRATED LIBRARY,
227 STRAND.
[Picture: Mausoleum of a Grand Lama of Thibet]
TRAVELS
IN
TARTARY, THIBET, AND CHINA,
DURING THE YEARS 1844-5-6.
* * * * *
BY M. HUC.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY W. HAZLITT.
* * * * *
VOL. II.
* * * * *
ILLUSTRATED WITH FIFTY ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD.
* * * * *
* * * * *
LONDON:
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227 STRAND.
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PETERBOROUGH COURT, FLEET STREET.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME II.
PAGE
CONTENTS. v
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. ix
CHAPTER I.
Caravan of Khalkha Tartars--Son of the King of 13
Koukou-Noor--Sandara the Bearded--Two thousand Oxen are
stolen from the Houng-Mao-Eul, or Long Hairs--Fearful
Tumult at Tang-Keou-Eul--Description and character of the
Long Hairs--Feasts of the First Day of the Year--Departure
for the Lamasery of Kounboum--Arrival at Night--Old
Akaye--The Kitat-Lama--The Stammerer--Pilgrims at
Kounboum--Description of the Feast of Flowers
CHAPTER II.
Marvellous birth of Tsong-Kaba--His preparation for the 46
Apostleship--He departs for the West--His interview with
the Grand Lama of Thibet--He reforms the Lamanesque
worship--Numerous analogies between the Catholic religion
and reformed Buddhism--Origin of these analogies--Tree of
the Ten Thousand Images--Lamanesque Teaching--Faculty of
Prayer--Government of the Lamasery of Kounboum--Offerings
of the Pilgrims--Industry of the Lamas--The Adventures of
Sandara the Bearded--Favourable disposition of the Lamas
towards Christianity--Singular practice for the relief of
Travellers--Nocturnal Prayers--Departure for the Lamasery
of Tchogortan
CHAPTER III.
Aspect of the Lamasery of Tchogortan--Contemplative 72
Lamas--Lama Herdsmen--The "Book of the Forty-two Points of
Instruction, delivered by Buddha"--Extract from the
Chinese Annals, with relation to the preaching of Buddhism
in China--The Black Tents--Manners of the
Si-Fan--Long-haired Oxen--Adventures of a stuffed
Karba--Lamanesque Chronicle of the Origin of
Nations--Alimentary Diet--Valuable discoveries in the
Animal Kingdom--Manufacture of Camel-hair Cord--Frequent
visits to Tchogortan--Classification of Argols--Brigand
Anecdote--Elevation of the Pyramid of Peace--The Faculty
of Medicine at Tchogortan--Thibetian Physicians--Departure
for the Blue Sea
CHAPTER IV.
Aspect of the Koukou-Noor--Tribes of Kolos--Chronicle of 98
the Origin of the Blue Sea--Description and March of the
Great Caravan--Passage of the Pouhain-Gol--Adventures of
the Altere-Lama--Character of our pro-cameleer--Mongols of
Tsaidam--Pestilential Vapours of the Bourhan-Bota--Ascent
of the Chuga and Bayen-Kharat Mountains--Wild Cattle--Wild
Mules--Men and Animals Killed with the Cold--Encounter
with Brigands--Plateau of Tant-La--Hot
Springs--Conflagration in the Desert--Village of
Na-Ptchu--Sale of Camels, and Hiring of Long-tailed
Oxen--Young Chaberon of the Kingdom of
Khartchin--Cultivated Plains of Pompou--Mountain of the
Remission of Sins--Arrival at Lha-Ssa
CHAPTER V.
L
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MAXIMS AND HINTS
ON
ANGLING, CHESS, SHOOTING,
AND
OTHER MATTERS;
ALSO,
MISERIES OF FISHING.
With Wood-Cuts.
BY RICHARD PENN, Esq., F.R.S.
_A NEW EDITION, ENLARGED._
LONDON:
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET.
MDCCCXLII.
LONDON:
Printed by WILLIAM CLOWES and SONS,
Stamford Street.
CONTENTS
Maxims and Hints for an Angler 1
Miseries of Fishing 25
Maxims and Hints for a Chess Player 55
Maxims and Hints on Shooting and Other Matters 81
THE FOLLOWING EXTRACTS
FROM THE
Common-Place-Book
OF THE
HOUGHTON FISHING CLUB
ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED
TO HIS
BROTHER ANGLERS
BY A
MEMBER OF THE CLUB.
LONDON,
_March, 1833._
MAXIMS AND HINTS
FOR
AN ANGLER.
"You see the ways the fisherman doth take
"To catch the fish; what engines doth he make?
"Behold! how he engageth all his wits,
"Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets:
"Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line,
"Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine;
"They must be groped for, and be tickled too,
"Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do."
JOHN BUNYAN
MAXIMS AND HINTS
FOR
AN ANGLER:
BY
A BUNGLER.
[Loosely thrown out, in order to provoke contradiction, and elicit truth
from the expert.]
I.
ARE there any fish in the river to which you are going?
II.
Having settled the above question in the affirmative, get some person
who knows the water to show you whereabout the fish usually lie; and
when he shows them to you, do not show yourself to them.
III.
Comparatively coarse fishing will succeed better when you are not seen
by the fish, than the finest when they see you.
IV.
Do not imagine that, because a fish does not instantly dart off on first
seeing you, he is the less aware of your presence; he almost always on
such occasions ceases to feed, and pays you the compliment of devoting
his whole attention to you, whilst he is preparing for a start whenever
the apprehended danger becomes sufficiently imminent.
V.
By wading when the sun does not shine, you may walk in the river within
eighteen or twenty yards below a fish, which would be immediately driven
away by your walking on the bank on either side, though at a greater
distance from him.
VI.
When you are fishing with the natural May-fly, it is as well to wait for
a passing cloud, as to drive away the fish by putting your fly to him in
the glare of the sunshine, when he will not take it.
VII.
If you pass your fly neatly and well three times over a trout, and he
refuses it, do not wait any longer for him: you may be sure that he has
seen the line of invitation which you have sent over the water to him,
and does not intend to come.
VIII.
If your line be nearly _taut_, as it ought to be, with little or no gut
in the water, a good fish will always hook himself, on your gently
raising the top of the rod when he has taken the fly.
[Illustration: "Whence he is to be instantly whipt out by an expert
assistant, furnished," &c.
To face page 6.]
IX.
If you are above a fish in the stream when you hook him, get below him
as soon as you can; and remember that if you pull him, but for an
instant, against the stream, he will, if a heavy fish, break his hold;
or if he should be firmly hooked, you will probably find that the united
strength of the
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CHAPTER I
'If you never mean to marry, you might as well turn priest, too,' said
Ippolito Saracinesca to his elder brother, Orsino, with a laugh.
'Why?' asked Orsino, without a smile. 'It would be as sensible to say
that a man who had never seen some particular thing, about which he has
heard much, might as well put out his eyes.'
The young priest laughed again, took up the cigar he had laid upon the
edge of the piano, puffed at it till it burned freely, and then struck
two or three chords of a modulation. A sheet of ruled paper on which
several staves of music were roughly jotted down in pencil stood on the
rack of the instrument.
Orsino stretched out his long legs, leaned back in his low chair, and
stared at the old gilded rosettes in the square divisions of the carved
ceiling. He was a discontented man, and knew it, which made his
discontent a matter for self-reproach, especially as it was quite clear
to him that the cause of it lay in himself.
He had made two great mistakes at the beginning of life, when barely of
age, and though neither of them had ultimately produced any serious
material consequences, they had affected his naturally melancholic
temper and had brought out his inherited hardness of disposition. At the
time of the great building speculations in Rome, several years earlier,
he had foolishly involved himself with his father's old enemy, Ugo del
Ferice, and had found himself at last altogether in the latter's power,
though not in reality his debtor. At the same time, he had fallen very
much in love with a young widow, who, loving him very sincerely in her
turn, but believing, for many reasons, that if she married him she would
be doing him an irreparable injury, had sacrificed herself by marrying
Del Ferice instead, selling herself to the banker for Orsino's release,
without the latter's knowledge. When it was all over, Orsino had found
himself a disappointed man at an age when most young fellows are little
more than inexperienced boys, and the serious disposition which he
inherited from his mother made it impossible for him to throw off the
impression received, and claim the youth, so to speak, which was still
his.
Since that time, he had been attracted by women, but never charmed; and
those that
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MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
THE OLD MANSE.
The Author makes the Reader acquainted with his Abode.
Between two tall gate-posts of rough-hewn stone (the gate itself
having fallen from its hinges at some unknown epoch) we beheld the
gray front of the old parsonage, terminating the vista of an avenue of
black-ash trees. It was now a twelvemonth since the funeral
procession of the venerable clergyman, its last inhabitant, had turned
from that gateway towards the village burying-ground. The wheel-track
leading to the door, as well as the whole breadth of the avenue, was
almost overgrown with grass, affording dainty mouthfuls to two or
three vagrant cows and an old white horse who had his own living to
pick up along the roadside. The glimmering shadows that lay half
asleep between the door of the house and the public highway were a
kind of spiritual medium, seen through which the edifice had not quite
the aspect of belonging to the material world. Certainly it had
little in common with those ordinary abodes which stand so imminent
upon the road that every passer-by can thrust his head, as it were,
into the domestic circle. From these quiet windows the figures of
passing travellers looked too remote and dim to disturb the sense of
privacy. In its near retirement and accessible seclusion, it was the
very spot for the residence of a clergyman,--a man not estranged from
human life, yet enveloped, in the midst of it, with a veil woven of
intermingled gloom and brightness. It was worthy to have been one of
the time-honored parsonages of England, in which, through many
generations, a succession of holy occupants pass from youth to age,
and bequeath each an inheritance of sanctity to pervade the house and
hover over it as with an atmosphere.
Nor, in truth, had the Old Manse ever been profaned by a lay occupant
until that memorable summer afternoon when I entered it as my home. A
priest had built it; a priest had succeeded to it; other priestly men
from time to time had dwelt in it; and children born in its chambers
had grown up to assume the priestly character. It was awful to
reflect how many sermons must have been written there. The latest
inhabitant alone--he by whose translation to paradise the dwelling was
left vacant--had penned nearly three thousand discourses, besides the
better, if not the greater, number that gushed living from his lips.
How often, no doubt, had he paced to and fro along the avenue,
attuning his meditations to the sighs and gentle murmurs and deep and
solemn peals of the wind among the lofty tops of the trees! In that
variety of natural utterances he could find something accordant with
every passage of his sermon, were it of tenderness or reverential
fear. The boughs over my head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts, as
well as with rustling leaves. I took shame to myself for having been
so long a writer of idle stories, and ventured to hope that wisdom
would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue, and that
I should light upon an intellectual treasure in the Old Manse well
worth those hoards of long-hidden gold which people seek for in
moss-grown houses. Profound treatises of morality; a layman's
unprofessional, and therefore unprejudiced, views of religion;
histories (such as Bancroft might have written had he taken up his
abode here, as he once purposed) bright with picture, gleaming over a
depth of philosophic thought,--these were the works that might fitly
have flowed from such a retirement. In the humblest event, I resolved
at least to achieve a novel that should evolve some deep lesson, and
should possess physical substance enough to stand alone.
In furtherance of my design, and as if to leave me no pretext for not
fulfilling it, there was in the rear of the house the most delightful
little nook of a study that ever afforded its snug seclusion to a
scholar. It was here that Emerson wrote Nature; for he was then an
inhabitant of the Manse, and used to watch the Assyrian dawn and
Paphian sunset and moonrise from the summit of our eastern hill. When
I first saw the room, its walls were blackened with the smoke of
unnumbered years, and made still blacker by the grim prints of Puritan
ministers that hung around. These worthies looked strangely like bad
angels, or at least like men who had wrest
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A Hermit of Carmel
And Other Poems
By
George Santayana
New York
Charles Scribner's Sons
1901
CONTENTS
A HERMIT OF CARMEL
THE KNIGHT'S RETURN. A Sequel to A Hermit of Carmel
ELEGIAC AND LYRIC POEMS
Premonition
Solipsism
Sybaris
Avila
King's College Chapel
On an Unfinished Statue
Midnight
In Grantchester Meadows
Futility
Before a Statue of Achilles
Odi et Amo
Cathedrals by the Sea
Mont Brevent
The Rustic at the Play
Resurrection
TRANSLATIONS
From Michael Angelo
From Alfred de Musset: _Souvenir_
From Théophile Gautier: l'_Art_
CONVIVIAL AND OCCASIONAL VERSES
Prosit Neujahr
Fair Harvard
College Drinking Song
Six Wise Fools
Athletic Ode
The Bottles and the Wine
The Poetic Medium
Young Sammy's first Wild Oats
Spain in America
Youth's Immortality
A HERMIT OF CARMEL
SCENE.--_A ravine amid the <DW72>s of Mount Carmel. On one side a
hermitage, on the other a rustic cross. The sun is about to set in the
sea, which fills the background_.
HERMIT. Thou who wast tempted in the wilderness,
Guard me this night, for there are snares in sleep
That baffle watching. O poisoned, bitter life
Of doubt and longing! Were death possible,
Who would not choose it? But that dim estate
Might plunge my witless ghost in grosser matter
And in still closer meshes choke my life.
Yet thus to live is grievous agony,
When sleep and thirst, hunger and weariness,
And the sharp goads of thought-awakened lust
Torture the flesh, and inward doubt of all
Embitters with its lurking mockery
Virtue's sad victories. This wilderness
Whither I fly from the approach of men
Keeps not the devil out. The treacherous glens
Are full of imps, and ghosts in moonlit vesture
Startle the watches of the lidless night.
The giant forest, in my youth so fair,
Is now a den of demons; the hoarse sea
Is foul with monsters hungry for my soul;
The dark and pregnant soil, once innocent
Mother of flowers, reeks with venomous worms,
And sore temptation is in all the world.
But hist! A sound, as if of clanking hoofs.
Saint Anthony protect me from the fiend,
Whether he come in guise of horned beast
Or of pernicious man! If I must die
Be it upon this hallowed ground, O Lord!
[_Hides in the hut._
_Enter a young_ KNIGHT.
KNIGHT [_reining in his horse_].
Rest, Albus, rest.--Doth the sun sink in glory
Because he sinks to rise?--
Breathe here a space; here bends the promontory,
There Acra's haven lies.
Those specks are galleys waiting for the gale
To make for Christian shores.
To-morrow they will fly with bellying sail
And plash of swinging oars,
Bearing us both to where the freeman tills
The plot where he was born,
And belfry answers belfry from the hills
Above the fields of corn.
Thence one less sea to traverse ere we come
Where all our hopes abide,
One truant journey less to end in home,
Thy mistress, and my bride. [_He dismounts._
Good Albus, 't is enough for one day's riding.
Here shall our bivouac be.
Surely by that green sward some brook is hiding
To welcome thee and me.
Yes, hark! Its laugh betrays it. Graze thou there,
Nor fear the camp's alarms.
[_Lets the horse go and turns_, _perceiving the cross
on the hillside._
See where a cross, inviting me to prayer,
Outspreads its sacred arms.
O first of many that mine eyes shall see
On altar, tomb, and tower,
Art thou the last of crosses come to me
Before my guerdon's hour?
Or first or last, and
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THE MULE
A TREATISE ON THE BREEDING, TRAINING, AND USES TO WHICH HE MAY BE PUT.
BY HARVEY RILEY, SUPERINTENDENT OF THE GOVERNMENT CORRAL, WASHINGTON
D.C.
1867.
PREFACE.
There is no more useful or willing animal than the Mule. And perhaps
there is no other animal so much abused, or so little cared for. Popular
opinion of his nature has not been favorable; and he has had to plod and
work through life against the prejudices of the ignorant. Still, he has
been the great friend of man, in war and in peace serving him well and
faithfully. If he could tell man what he most needed it would be kind
treatment. We all know how much can be done to improve the condition and
advance the comfort of this animal; and he is a true friend of humanity
who does what he can for his benefit. My object in writing this book was
to do what I could toward working out a much needed reform in the
breeding, care, and treatment of these animals. Let me ask that what I
have said in regard to the value of kind treatment be carefully read and
followed. I have had thirty years' experience in the use of this animal,
and during that time have made his nature a study. The result of that
study is, that humanity as well as economy will be best served by
kindness.
It has indeed seemed to me that the Government might make a great saving
every year by employing only such teamsters and wagon-masters as had
been thoroughly instructed in the treatment and management of animals,
and were in every way qualified to perform their duties properly.
Indeed, it would seem only reasonable not to trust a man with a valuable
team of animals, or perhaps a train, until he had been thoroughly
instructed in their use, and had received a certificate of capacity from
the Quartermaster's Department. If this were done, it would go far to
establish a system that would check that great destruction of animal
life which costs the Government so heavy a sum every year.
H.R.
WASHINGTON, D.C., _April 12, 1867_.
NOTE.
I have, in another part of this work, spoken of the mule as being free
from splint. Perhaps I should have said that I had never seen one that
had it, notwithstanding the number I have had to do with. There are, I
know, persons who assert that they have seen mules that had it. I ought
to mention here, also, by way of correction, that there is another
ailment the mule does not have in common with the horse, and that is
quarter-crack. The same cause that keeps them from having quarter-crack
preserves them from splint--the want of front action.
A great many persons insist that a mule has no marrow in the bones of
his legs. This is a very singular error. The bone of the mule's leg has
a cavity, and is as well filled with marrow as the horse's. It also
varies in just the same proportion as in the horse's leg. The feet of
some mules, however, will crack and split, but in most cases it is the
result of bad shoeing. It at times occurs from a lack of moisture to the
foot; and is seen among mules used in cities, where there are no
facilities for driving them into running water every day, to soften the
feet and keep them moist.
CONTENTS.
Best Method of Breaking
Value of Kind Treatment
How to Harness
Injured by Working too Young
What the Mule can Endure
Color and Peculiar Habits
Mexican Mules, and Packing
The Agricultural Committee
Working Condition of Mules
Spotted Mules
Mule-Breeding and Raising
How Colts should be Handled
Packing Mules
Physical Constitution
Value of Harnessing Properly
Government Wagons
More about Breeding Mules
Ancient History of the Mule
Table of Statistics
14 Portraits of Celebrated Mules
Diseases Common to the Mule, and how they should be treated
CHAPTER I.
HOW MULES SHOULD BE TREATED IN BREAKING.
I have long had it in contemplation to write something concerning the
mule, in the hope that it might be of benefit to those who had to deal
with him, as well in as out of the army, and make them better acquainted
with his habits and usefulness. The patient, plodding mule is indeed an
animal that has served us well in the army, and done a great amount of
good for humanity during the late war. He was in truth a necessity to
the army and the Government, and performed a most important part in
supplying our army in the field. That he will perform an equally
important part in the future movements of our army is equally clear, and
should not be lost sight of by the Government. It has seemed to me
somewhat strange, then, that so little should have been written
concerning him, and so little pains taken to improve his quality. I have
noticed in the army that those who had most to do with him were the
least acquainted with his habits, and took the least pains to study his
disposition, or to ascertain by proper means how he could be made the
most useful. The Government might have saved hundreds of thousands of
dollars, if, when the war began, there had been a proper understanding
of this animal among its employees.
Probably no animal has been the subject of more cruel and brutal
treatment than the mule, and it is safe to say that no animal ever
performed his part better, not even the horse. In breaking the mule,
most persons are apt to get out of patience with him. I have got out of
patience with him myself. But patience is the great essential in
breaking, and in the use of it you will find that you get along much
better. The mule is an unnatural animal, and hence more timid of man
than the horse; and yet he is tractable, and capable of being taught to
understand what you want him to do. And when he understands what you
want, and has gained your confidence, you will, if you treat him kindly,
have little trouble in making him perform his duty.
In commencing to break the mule, take hold of him gently, and talk to
him kindly. Don't spring at him, as if he were a tiger you were in dread
of. Don't yell at him; don't jerk him; don't strike him with a club, as
is too often done; don't get excited at his jumping and kicking.
Approach and handle him the same as you would an animal already broken,
and through kindness you will, in less than a week, have your mule more
tractable, better broken, and kinder than you would in a month, had you
used the whip. Mules, with very few exceptions, are born kickers. Breed
them as you will, the moment they are able to stand up, and you put your
hand on them, they will kick. It is, indeed, their natural means of
defence, and they resort to it through the force of instinct. In
commencing to break them, then, kicking is the first thing to guard
against and overcome. The young mule kicks because he is afraid of a
man. He has seen those intrusted with their care beat and abuse the
older ones, and be very naturally fears the same treatment as soon as a
man approaches him. Most persons intrusted with the care of these young
and green mules have not had experience enough with them to know that
this defect of kicking is soonest remedied by kind treatment. Careful
study of the animal's nature and long experience with the animal have
taught me that, in breaking the mule, whipping and harsh treatment
almost invariably make him a worse kicker. They certainly make him more
timid and afraid of you. And just as long as you fight a young mule and
keep him afraid of you, just so long will you be in danger of his
kicking you. You must convince him through kindness that you are not
going to hurt or punish him. And the sooner you do this, the sooner you
are out of danger from his feet.
It may at times become necessary to correct the mule before he is
subdued; but before doing so he should be well bridle or halter-broken,
and also used to harness. He should also be made to know what you are
whipping him for. In harnessing up a mule that will kick or strike with
the forefeet, get a rope, or, as we term it in the army, a lariat.
Throw, or put the noose of this over his head, taking care at the same
time that it be done so that the noose does not choke him; then get the
mule on the near side of a wagon, put the end of the lariat through the
space between the spokes of the fore wheel, then pull the end through so
that you can walk back with it to the hinder wheel (taking care to keep
it tight), then pass it through the same, and pull the mule close to the
wagon. In this position you can bridle and harness him without fear of
being crippled. In putting the rope through the above places, it should
be put through the wheels, so as to bring it as high as the mule's
breast in front, and flanks in the rear. In making them fast in this
way, they frequently kick until they get over the rope, or lariat; hence
the necessity of keeping it as high up as possible. If you chance upon a
mule so wild that you cannot handle him in this way, put a noose of the
lariat in the mule's mouth, and let the eye, or the part where you put
the end of the lariat through, be so as to form another noose. Set this
directly at the root of the mule's ear, pull it tight on him, taking
care to keep the noose in the same place. But when you get it pulled
tight enough, let some one hold the end of the lariat, and, my word for
it, you will bridle the mule without much further trouble.
In hitching the mule to a wagon, if he be wild or vicious, keep the
lariat the same as I have described until you get him hitched up, then
slack it gently, as nearly all mules will buck or jump stiff-legged as
soon as you ease up the lariat; and be careful not to pull the rope too
tight when first put on, as by so doing you might split the mule's
mouth. Let me say here that I have broken thousands of four and six-mule
teams that not one of the animals had ever had a strap of harness on
when I began with them, and I have driven six-mule teams for years on
the frontier, but I have yet to see the first team of unbroken mules
that could be driven with any degree of certainty. I do not mean to say
that they cannot be got along the road; but I regard it no driving
worthy of the name when a driver cannot get his team to any place where
he may desire to go in a reasonable time--and this he cannot do with
unbroken mules. With green or unbroken mules, you must chase or herd
them along without the whip, until you get them to know that you want
them to pull in a wagon. When you have got them in a wagon, pull their
heads round in the direction you want them to go; then convince them by
your kindness that you are not going to abuse them, and in twelve days'
careful handling you will be able to drive them any way you please.
In bridling the young mule, it is necessary to have a bit that will not
injure the animal's mouth. Hundreds of mules belonging to the Government
are, in a measure, ruined by using a bridle bit that is not much thicker
than the wire used by the telegraph. I do not mean by this that the
bridle bit used by the Government in its blind bridles is not well
adapted to the purpose. If properly made and properly used, it is. Nor
do I think any board of officers could have gotten up or devised a
better harness and wagon for army purposes than those made in conformity
with the decision of the board of officers that recommended the harness
and wagon now used. The trouble with a great many of the bits is, that
they are not made up to the regulations, and are too thin. And this bit,
when the animal's head is reined up too tight, as army teamsters are
very likely to do, is sure to work a sore mouth.
There are few things in breaking the mule that should be so carefully
guarded against as this. For as soon as the animal gets a sore mouth, he
cannot eat well, and becomes fretful; then he cannot drink well, and as
his mouth keeps splitting up on the sides, he soon gets so that he
cannot keep water in it, and every swallow he attempts to take, the
water will spirt out of the sides, just above the bit. As soon as the
mule finds that he cannot drink without this trouble, he very naturally
pushes his nose into the water above where his mouth is split, and
drinks until the want of breath forces him to stop, although he has not
had sufficient water. The animal, of course, throws up its head, and the
stupid teamster, as a general thing, drives the mule away from the water
with his thirst about half satisfied.
Mules with their mouths split in this way are not fit to be used in the
teams, and the sooner they are taken out and cured the better for the
army and the Government. I have frequently seen Government trains
detained several minutes, block the road, and throw the train into
disorder, in order to give a mule with a split mouth time to drink. In
making up teams for a train, I invariably leave out all mules whose
mouths are not in a sound state, and this I do without regard to the
kind or quality of the animal. But the mule's mouth can be saved from
the condition I have referred to, if the bit be made in a proper manner.
The bit should be one inch and seven-eighths round, and five inches in
the draw, or between the rings. It should also have a sweep of one
quarter of an inch to the five inches long. I refer now to the bit for
the blind bridle. With a bit of this kind it is almost impossible to
injure the mule's mouth, unless he is very young, and it cannot be done
then if the animal is handled with proper care.
There is another matter in regard to harnessing the mule which I deem
worthy of notice here. Government teamsters, as a general thing, like to
see a mule's head reined tightly up. I confess that, with all my
experience, I have never seen the benefit there was to be derived from
this. I always found that the mule worked better when allowed to carry
his head and neck in a natural position. When not reined up at all, he
will do more work, out-pull, and wear out the one that is. At present,
nearly all the Government mule-teams are reined up, and worked with a
single rein. This is the old Virginia way of driving mules. It used to
be said that any <DW64> knew enough to drive mules. I fear the Government
has too long acted on that idea.
I never heard but one reason given for reining the heads of a mule-team
up tight, and that was, that it made the animals look better.
The next thing requiring particular attention is the harnessing. During
the war it became customary to cut the drawing-chains, or, as some call
them, the trace-chains. The object of this was, to bring the mule close
up to his work. The theory was taken from the strings of horses used in
drawing railroad cars through cities. Horses that are used for hauling
cars in this manner are generally fed morning, noon, and night; and are
able to get out of the way of a swingle-tree, should it be let down so
low as to work on the brakes, as it did too frequently in the army.
Besides, the coupling of the car, or the part they attach the horse to,
is two-thirds the height of a common-sized animal, which, it will be
seen at a glance, is enough to keep the swingle-tree off his heels. Now,
the tongue of a Government wagon is a very different thing. In its
proper condition, it is about on an average height with the mule's
hocks; and, especially during the last two years of the war, it was
customary to pull the mule so close up to the swingle-tree that his
hocks would touch it. The result of hitching in this manner is, that the
mule is continually trying to keep out of the way of the swingle-tree,
and, finding that he cannot succeed, he becomes discouraged. And as soon
as he does this he will lag behind; and as he gets sore from this
continual banging, he will spread his hind legs and try to avoid the
blows; and, in doing this, he forgets his business and becomes
irritable. This excites the teamster, and, in ninety-nine cases out of a
hundred, he will beat and punish the animal cruelly, expecting thereby
to cure him of the trouble. But, instead of pacifying the mule, he will
only make him worse, which should, under no circumstances, be done. The
proper course to pursue, and I say so from long experience, is to stop
the team at once, and let all the traces out to a length that will allow
the swingle-tree to swing half way between the hock and the heel of the
hoof. In other words, give him room enough to step, between the collar
and swingle-tree, so that the swingle-tree cannot touch his legs when
walking at his longest stride. If the above rule be followed, the animal
will not be apt to touch the swingle-tree. Indeed, it will not be apt to
touch him, unless he be lazy; and, in that case, the sooner you get
another mule the better. I say this because one lazy mule will spoil a
good team, invariably. A lazy mule will be kept up to his work with a
whip, you will say; but, in whipping a lazy animal
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WHAT SAMI SINGS WITH THE BIRDS
BY
JOHANNA SPYRI
TRANSLATED BY HELEN B. DOLE
1917
[Illustration: "Up in the ash-trees the birds piped and sang merrily
together."]
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
FIRST OLD MARY ANN
SECOND AT THE GRANDMOTHER'S
THIRD ANOTHER LIFE
FOURTH HARD TIMES
FIFTH THE BIRDS ARE STILL SINGING
SIXTH SAMI SINGS TOO
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
UP IN THE ASH-TREES THE BIRDS PIPED AND SANG MERRILY TOGETHER.
WHERE HAVE YOU COME FROM WITH ALL YOUR HOUSEHOLD GOODS?
SUCH STRAY WAIFS AS YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO DO ANYTHING.
WHAT SAMI SINGS WITH THE BIRDS
CHAPTER FIRST
OLD MARY ANN
For three days the Spring sun had been shining out of a clear sky and
casting a gleaming, golden coverlet over the blue waters of Lake Geneva.
Storm and rain had ceased. The breeze murmured softly and pleasantly up
in the ash-trees, and all around in the green fields the yellow
buttercups and snow-white daisies glistened in the bright sunshine. Under
the ash-trees, the clear brook was running with the cool mountain water
and feeding the gaily nodding primroses and pink anemones on the
hillside, as they grew and bloomed down close to the water.
On the low wall by the brook, in the shadow of the ash-trees, an old
woman was sitting. She was called "Old Mary Ann" throughout the whole
neighborhood. Her big basket, the weight of which had become a little
heavy, she had put down beside her. She was on her way back from La Tour,
the little old town, with the vine-covered church tower and the ruined
castle, the high turrets of which rose far across the blue lake. Old Mary
Ann had taken her work there. This consisted in all kinds of mending
which did not need to be done particularly well, for the woman was no
longer able to do fine work, and never could do it.
Old Mary Ann had had a very changeable life. The place where she now
found herself was not her home. The language of the country was not her
own. From the shady seat on the low wall, she now looked contentedly at
the sunny fields, then across the murmuring brook to the hillside where
the big yellow primroses nodded, while the birds piped and sang in the
green ash-trees above her, as if they had the greatest festival to
celebrate.
"Every Spring, people think it never was so beautiful before, when they
have already seen so many," she now said half aloud to herself, and as
she gazed at the fields so rich in flowers, many of the past years rose
up and passed before her, with all that she had experienced in them.
As a child she had lived far beyond the mountains. She knew so well how
it must look over there now at her father's house, which stood in a field
among white-blooming pear-trees. Over yonder the large village with its
many houses could be seen. It was called Zweisimmen. Everybody called
their house the sergeant's house, although her father quite peacefully
tilled his fields. But that came from her grandfather. When quite a young
fellow, he had gone over the mountains to Lake Geneva and then still
farther to Savoy. Under a Duke of Savoy he had taken part in all sorts of
military expeditions and had not returned home until he was an old man.
He always wore an old uniform and allowed himself to be called sergeant.
Then he married and Mary Ann's father was his only child. The old man
lived to be a hundred years old, and every child in all the region round
knew the old sergeant.
Mary Ann had three brothers, but as soon as one of them grew up he
disappeared, she knew not where. Only this much she understood, that
her mother mourned over them, but her father said quite resignedly
every time: "We can't help it, they will go over the mountains; they
take it from their grandfather." She had never heard anything more
about her brothers.
When Mary Ann grew up and married, her young husband also came into the
house among the pear-trees, for her father was old and could no longer do
his work alone. But after a few years Mary Ann buried her young husband;
a burning fever had taken him off. Then came hard times for the widow.
She had her child, little Sami, to care for, besides her old, infirm
parents to look after, and moreover there was all the work to be done in
the house and in the fields which until now her husband had attended to.
She did what she could, but it was of no use, the land had to be given up
to a cousin. The house was mortgaged, and Mary Ann hardly knew how to
keep her old parents from want. Gradually young Sami grew up and was able
to help the
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FOR THE SCHOOL COLOURS
* * * * *
By ANGELA BRAZIL
"Angela Brazil has proved her undoubted talent for writing a story of
schoolgirls for other schoolgirls to read."--Bookman.
The School in the South.
Monitress Merle.
Loyal to the School.
A Fortunate Term.
A Popular Schoolgirl.
The Princess of the School.
A Harum-Scarum Schoolgirl.
The Head Girl at the Gables.
A Patriotic Schoolgirl.
For the School Colours.
The Madcap of the School.
The Luckiest Girl in the School.
The Jolliest Term on Record.
The Girls of St. Cyprian's.
The Youngest Girl in the Fifth.
The New Girl at St. Chad's.
For the Sake of the School.
The School by the Sea.
The Leader of the Lower School.
A Pair of Schoolgirls.
A Fourth Form Friendship.
The Manor House School.
The Nicest Girl in the School.
The Third Class at Miss Kaye's.
The Fortunes of Philippa.
LONDON: BLACKIE & SON, LTD., 50 OLD BAILEY, E.C.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "WHAT'S THIS? WHAT HAVE THEY SENT ME?" SHE GASPED
_page 199_]
FOR THE SCHOOL COLOURS
by
ANGELA BRAZIL
Author of "A Patriotic Schoolgirl"
"The Luckiest Girl in the School"
"The Madcap of the School"
&c. &c.
Illustrated by Balliol Salmon
Blackie and Son Limited
London Glasgow and Bombay
Printed and bound in Great Britain
Contents
CHAP. Page
I. ENTER AVELYN 9
II. AN INVASION 22
III. WALDEN 37
IV. AN ENCOUNTER 51
V. RUCTIONS 65
VI. REPRISALS 79
VII. MISS HOPKINS 94
VIII. SPRING-HEELED JACK 104
IX. CONCERNS DAY GIRLS 120
X. MISCHIEF 131
XI. MOSS COTTAGE 145
XII. "LADY TRACY'S AT HOME" 158
XIII. REPORTS 168
XIV. WAR WORK 178
XV. THE SCHOOL BIRTHDAY 193
XVI. UNDER THE PINES 204
XVII. THE LAVENDER LADY 214
XVIII. THE LOYAL SCHOOL LEAGUE 227
XIX. THE SURPRISE TREE 240
XX. PAMELA'S SECRET 254
XXI. PAMELA'S NIGHT WALK 266
XXII. THE LECTURE HALL IS DEDICATED 277
Illustrations
Page
"WHAT'S THIS? WHAT HAVE THEY SENT ME?" SHE GASPED _Frontispiece_
"DO YOU KNOW THIS WOOD'S PRIVATE PROPERTY?" HE SHOUTED 56
AVELYN, CROUCHED UNDER THE MANGER, COULD HEAR THE BULLYING
TONE IN HIS VOICE 152
AN INTERVIEW WITH MISS THOMPSON 176
AVELYN AND THE LAVENDER LADY 224
WHO COULD SAY HOW MUCH MIGHT DEPEND ON THEIR SPEED? 272
FOR THE SCHOOL COLOURS
CHAPTER I
Enter Avelyn
"It's the limit!" exploded Laura.
"An atrocious shame!" agreed Janet.
"Gives me nerve shock!" mourned Ethelberga gloomily.
"You see," continued Laura, popping the tray of her box on to the floor
and sitting down on her bed, so as the better to address her
audience--"you see, it's been plumped upon us without any warning. Miss
Thompson must have arranged it long ago, but she never let out so much
as a teeny-weeny hint. If I'd known before I came back I'd have asked
Father to give
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GRAHAM'S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXII. PHILADELPHIA, APRIL, 1848. NO. 4.
JACOB JONES.
OR THE MAN WHO COULDN'T GET ALONG IN THE WORLD.
BY T. S. ARTHUR.
Jacob Jones was clerk in a commission store at a salary of five
hundred dollars a year. He was just twenty-two, and had been receiving
this salary for two years. Jacob had no one to care for but himself;
but, somehow or other, it happened that he did not lay up any money,
but, instead, usually had from fifty to one hundred dollars standing
against him on the books of his tailors.
"How much money have you laid by, Jacob?" said one day the merchant
who employed him. This question came upon Jacob rather suddenly; and
coming from the source that it did, was not an agreeable one--for the
merchant was a very careful and economical man.
"I havn't laid by any thing yet," replied Jacob, with a slight air of
embarrassment.
"You havn't!" said the merchant, in surprise. "Why what have you done
with your money?"
"I've spent it, somehow or other."
"It must have been somehow or other, I should think, or somehow else,"
returned the employer, half seriously, and half playfully. "But
really, Jacob, you are a very thoughtless young man to waste your
money."
"I don't think I _waste_ my money," said Jacob.
"What, then, have you done with it?" asked the merchant.
"It costs me the whole amount of my salary to live."
The merchant shook his head.
Then you live extravagantly for a young man of your age and condition.
How much do you pay for boarding?"
"Four dollars a week."
"Too much by from fifty cents to a dollar. But, even paying that sum,
four more dollars per week ought to meet fully all your other
expenses, and leave you what would amount to nearly one hundred
dollars per annum to lay by. I saved nearly two hundred dollars a year
on a salary no larger than you receive."
"I should like very much to know how you did it. I can't save a cent;
in fact, I hardly ever have ten dollars in my pocket."
"Where does your money go, Jacob? In what way do you spend a hundred
dollars a year more than is necessary?"
"They are spent, I know; and that is pretty much all I can tell about
it," replied Jacob.
"You can certainly tell by your private account book."
"I don't keep any private account, sir."
"You don't?" in surprise.
"No, sir. What's the use? My salary is five hundred dollars a year,
and wouldn't be any more nor less if I kept an account of every half
cent of it."
"Humph!"
The merchant said no more. His mind was made up about his clerk. The
fact that he spent five hundred dollars a year, and kept no
private account, was enough for him.
"He'll never be any good to himself nor anybody else. Spend his whole
salary--humph! Keep no private account--humph!"
This was the opinion held of Jacob Jones by his employer from that
day. The reason why he had inquired as to how much money he had saved,
was this. He had a nephew, a poor young man, who, like Jacob, was a
clerk, and showed a good deal of ability for business. His salary was
rather more than what Jacob received, and, like Jacob, he spent it
all; but not on himself. He supported, mainly, his mother and a
younger brother and sister. A good chance for a small, but safe
beginning, was seen by the uncle, which would require only about a
thousand dollars as an investment. In his opinion it would be just
the thing for Jacob and the nephew. Supposing that Jacob had four or
five hundred dollars laid by, it was his intention, if he approved of
the thing, to furnish his nephew with a like sum, in order to join him
and enter into business. But the acknowledgment of Jacob that he had
not saved a dollar, and that he kept no private account, settled the
matter in the merchant's mind, as far as he was concerned.
About a month afterward, Jacob met his employer's nephew, who said,
"I am going into business."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"What are you going to do?"
"Open a commission store."
"Ah! Can you get any good consignments?"
"I am to have the agency for a new mill, which has just commenced
operations, beside consignments of goods from several small concerns
at the East."
"You will have to make advances."
"To no great extent. My
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Transcribed from the 1800 John Parslee edition by David Price, email
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[Picture: The sea shore at Cromer]
_OBSERVATIONS_
UPON THE TOWN OF
CROMER,
CONSIDERED AS
A WATERING PLACE,
AND THE
Picturesque Scenery
IN ITS NEIGHBOURHOOD.
* * * * *
BY EDMUND BARTELL, JUN.
* * * * *
[Picture: Decorative graphic]
PRINTED BY AND FOR JOHN PARSLEE,
_And Sold by T. Hurst_, _No._ 32, _Pater-noster Row_, _London_;
_J. Freeman_, _London-Lane_, _Norwich_. _and B. Rust_, _Cromer_.
1800.
Preface.
BATHING places being generally resorted to during the summer season, for
the different pursuits either of health or pleasure, I have often
wondered that some little account of such as are not so much esteemed as
Weymouth, Brighthelmstone and Ramsgate, should not be published; and more
particularly where the situation of the place itself, and the scenery of
the country around, are not entirely destitute of beauty.
These considerations, added to a residence on the spot, first induced me,
for my private amusement, to consider Cromer and the scenery in its
neighbourhood in a picturesque point of view. My profession, that of a
Surgeon, leading me daily to one or other of the scenes here described,
is certainly an advantage, as the features of landscape appear extremely
different accordingly as they are affected by difference of weather, of
lights and shadows, and of morning and evening suns.
In watering places where there are neither public rooms nor assemblies,
walking and riding become the chief sources of amusement; and for
invalids it is more particularly necessary to divert the attention, by
pointing put those things which are esteemed most worthy of observation.
Few people are altogether insensible to the beauties of a fine
country,--few things to a contemplative mind are capable of giving that
satisfaction which the beauties of nature will afford.
By the same rule, also, gentlemen's seats, which are often the
repositories of the works of art, produce ample speculation for the
artist and virtuoso.
In visiting small, and I may be allowed to say, obscure watering-places,
retirement seems to be the principal object. Where bathing only is the
inducement, the place and its neighbourhood is of very little
consequence, provided it is convenient and near the sea; but where the
mind and body are capable of being sufficiently active to be amused
abroad, or to those whose aim is pleasure, a country affording that
amusement by its variety, is certainly to be preferred; and to such as
are fond of the study of landscape, variety and some degree of beauty are
absolutely necessary.
As every little excursion will begin and end at Cromer, each will be
formed into a separate section. I have before said that this undertaking
was at first intended solely for my own amusement, and with that idea I
had sketched several views, but after I had come to a determination to
hazard its entrance into the world, I found it necessary to confine
myself to one only, on account of the additional price they would have
put upon the publication.
After the excellent things which have been produced in this way, by the
Rev. Mr. Gilpin, there is certainly great temerity in attempting, even
for private amusement, any thing which bears the most distant resemblance
to such elegant productions. From which consideration, I cannot here
omit to solicit the indulgence of the public for the ensuing pages, which
are intended only as humble imitators, not as daring rivals of that
excellent master.
CONTENTS.
_Section the First_.
THE situation of the town of Cromer. The parish church a beautiful
specimen of architecture, in the time of Henry the fourth. The beauty of
its proportions injured by the necessary manner in which it has been
repaired. Accident of a bay falling from the steeple. Anecdote of
Robert Bacon. Free School. Inns. The Fishery the chief support of the
lower class of inhabitants,--also, a great source of picturesque
amusement. Boat upset. Mercantile trade. Dearness of Coals,--the
reason of it. Cromer an eligible situation for retirement. A
description
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CHARLES O'MALLEY
The Irish Dragoon
BY CHARLES LEVER.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY PHIZ.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
[Illustration: THE SUNK FENCE]
TO THE
MOST NOBLE THE MARQUESS OF DOURO, M.P., D.C.L., ETC., ETC.
MY DEAR LORD,--
The imperfect attempt to picture forth some scenes of the most
brilliant period of my country's history might naturally suggest their
dedication to the son of him who gave that era its glory. I feel,
however, in the weakness of the effort, the presumption of such a
thought, and would simply ask of you to accept these volumes as a
souvenir of many delightful hours passed long since in your society,
and a testimony of the deep pride with which I regard the honor of your
friendship.
Believe me, my dear Lord, with every respect and esteem,
Yours, most sincerely,
THE AUTHOR.
BRUSSELS, November, 1841.
A WORD OF EXPLANATION.
KIND PUBLIC,--
Having so lately taken my leave of the stage, in a farewell benefit, it is
but fitting that I should explain the circumstances which once more bring
me before you,--that I may not appear intrusive, where I have met with but
too much indulgence.
A blushing _debutante_--_entre nous_, the most impudent Irishman that ever
swaggered down Sackville Street--has requested me to present him to
your acquaintance. He has every ambition to be a favorite with you; but
says--God forgive him--he is too bashful for the foot-lights.
He has remarked---as, doubtless, many others have done--upon what very
slight grounds, and with what slender pretension, _my_ Confessions have
met with favor at the hands of the press
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THE
POETICAL WORKS
OF
MRS. LEPROHON
(Miss R. E. Mullins)
INTRODUCTION.
When, in after ages, the literature of Canada comes to be written,
it is to be hoped that among the mighty sons and daughters of
genius now unknown, or as yet unborn, some room will be kept for
the brave and loving pioneers who "gave the people of their best,"
and sang the songs of duty and patriotism and hope, ere life in
our young land had ceased to be a struggle. With the growth of
wealth and the spread of prosperity, will come leisure for more
than material interests; and thus, in course of time, the author
who has something to say will find an audience, prepared by
culture and not too busy to listen to it. And, as supply is
generally commensurate with demand, there will then be a literary
class of corresponding merit. At least, something like this has
been the rule in the progress of nations. But if those who come
after, thus favored by circumstances, surpass their predecessors
in literary skill or power, not less deserving are the latter who,
with little prospect of reward, bore the burden and the heat of
the day. This early stage in a nation's literature has, indeed, an
interest and a value of its own, which only meet with due
appreciation from a judicious and grateful posterity. If it has
not the rich, warm splendor of the later morning, it has the
welcome promise of the dawn, and a tender beauty of its own.
In this band of pioneers Mrs. Leprohon must be conceded a
distinguished place. None of them has employed rare gifts of head
and heart to better purpose; none of them had a wider range of
sympathy; none of them did more willing service, with the purest
motives, in all good causes. And, it may be added, none of them
was more happy in attaining, during life, the admiration and
friendship of a large though select circle of every creed and race
among her compatriots. It is in order to place in the hands of
those who thus loved and honored her a memorial of what she was at
her best, intellectually and morally, that this little volume has
been prepared. It contains the emotional record of a blameless and
beautiful life, the outcome of a mind that thought no evil of any
one, but overflowed with loving kindness to all. Before pointing
out, however, what we consider the salient qualities in Mrs.
Leprohon's poetry, it may be well to give our readers a brief
sketch of her too short career.
Rosanna Eleanor Mullins was born in the city of Montreal in the
year 1832. It is almost unnecessary to state that she was educated
at the Convent of the Congregation of Notre Dame, so numerous are
her affectionate tributes to the memories of dear friends
associated with that institution. Long before her education was
completed, she had given evidence of no common literary ability.
She was, indeed, only fourteen years old when she made her
earliest essays in verse and prose. Before she had bid adieu to
the years and scenes of girlhood, she had already won a reputation
as a writer of considerable promise, and as long as Mr. John
Lovell conducted the _Literary Garland_, Miss Mullins was one of
his leading contributors. She continued to write for that
excellent magazine until lack of financial success compelled its
enterprising proprietor to suspend its publication. It was some
time before another such opportunity was given to the Canadian
votaries of the muses of reaching the cultivated public. In the
meanwhile, however, the subject of our sketch--who had, in 1851,
become the wife of Dr. J. L. Leprohon, a member of one of the most
distinguished Canadian families--was far from being idle. Some of
her productions she sent to the Boston _Pilot_, the faithful
representative in the United States of the land and the creed to
which Mrs. Leprohon was proud to belong. She was also a frequent
and welcome contributor to several of the Montreal journals. It is
a pleasing evidence of her gentle thoughtfulness for a class which
many persons in her position regard with indifference that she
wrote, year after year, the "News-boy's Address" for the _True
Witness_, the _Daily News_ and other newspapers. One of her most
pathetic poems, "The Death of the Pauper Child" may also be
mentioned
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_Among the Trees Again_
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[Illustration:
Among the Trees Again
By Evaleen Stein
The Bowen-Merrill Company
Indianapolis
]
COPYRIGHT 1902
THE BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY
OCTOBER
-----------------------
_To the memory of my beloved brother
Orth Harper Stein_
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_CONTENTS_
PAGE
AMONG THE TREES AGAIN 3
APRIL CONTRADICTIONS 21
APRIL MORNING 8
AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE 34
AT NIGHT 50
BETWEEN SEASONS 40
BINDWEED 46
BY THE KANKAKEE 64
CACTUS LAND, THE 67
CASCADE RAVINE, THE 71
DREAM ECHOES 20
EARLY NOVEMBER 79
FISHER FOLK, THE 66
FOREBODING 74
GOLDEN WEDDING, THE 78
HOME FIELDS, THE 52
IDEALS 30
IMPATIENT 58
IN LATE SEPTEMBER 75
IN SUMMER DEEPS 54
IN THE MISSION GARDEN, SAN GABRIEL 16
IN THE MOONLIGHT 45
JANUARY THAW 84
JUNE 42
LAST SURVIVOR FROM THE LIFE BOAT, THE 69
LITTLE LOVE SONG, A 41
LITTLE SISTER, THE 88
MONTEZUMA 38
MORNING ON THE MOUNTAINS 85
MY LITTLE MASTER 12
NORTHMEN’S SONG OF THE POLE, THE 14
ON HEARING THE BALLAD “ALLEN PERCY” 11
ON THE PRAIRIE 62
OVER THE SIERRA 61
PERFECT FRIENDSHIP, THE 83
PLEA, A 22
RAIN ON THE RIVER 59
REDBIRD, THE 6
SEA-DREAMS 28
SEA-GARDENS OF SANTA CATALINA, THE 89
SONG 55
SONG OF THOUGHT, A 44
SUMMER SHOWER, THE 49
SUNNY NOON 77
SYMPATHY 53
TO THE “WINGED VICTORY OF SAMOTHRACE” 31
THRUSH, THE 36
WHEREFORE WINGS? 81
WINTRY TINTS 82
WISHING-SPRING, THE 7
WOOD FANCY, A 35
_Among the Trees Again_
_I saw a meadow-land, one day;
The grass stood green and high,
But naught appealed in any way
To stay the passer-by._
_Till suddenly the sunlight strayed
Those leafy tangles through,
And touched to fire, on every blade
A golden network grew!_
_A million airy cobwebs gleamed
So silken-soft and bright,
That all the level lowland seemed
A tracery of light._
_And as I watched the webs, I thought
The field of life along,
As slight as these, so I have wrought
With slender threads of song._
_They bind the grass, and blossoms, too,
The bee and butterfly,
And some go faintly wavering through
The tender azure sky._
_Yet still I wait that golden glow
Whose fine transmuting art
Must smite my web of song, and so
Reveal it to the heart._
_Ah therefore, thou, I pray thee, touch
These frail threads I have spun,
With grace of sympathy, for such
Might light them like the sun!_
_AMONG THE TREES AGAIN_
Aye, throb, my heart! is it not sweet to be,
To breathe, to
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words and names has not been corrected, but left as the writer wrote
them.]
CATHEDRAL CITIES OF FRANCE
[Illustration: LÂON, VIEW FROM THE PLAIN]
CATHEDRAL CITIES
OF FRANCE
BY
HERBERT MARSHALL, R.W.S.
AND
HESTER MARSHALL
WITH SIXTY ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR
BY HERBERT MARSHALL, R.W.S.
[Illustration]
TORONTO
THE MUSSON BOOK CO., Limited
1907
COPYRIGHT, 1907, BY
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
_Published September, 1907_
NOTE
The following chapters are the result of notes put together during
summers spent in France in the course of the last five years. They are
not intended to mark out any particular geographical scheme, though
considered as isolated suggestions they may possibly prove useful to the
intending traveller; nor do they aim at covering all the Cathedral
cities of France.
The authors are indebted for much valuable help from the following
books: Viollet-le-Duc’s “Dictionnaire de l’Architecture”; Mr. Phené
Spiers’s “Architecture East and West”; Mr. Francis Bond’s “Gothic
Architecture in England”; Mr. Henry James’s “Little Tour in France”; Mr.
Cecil Headlam’s “Story of Chartres”; Freeman’s “History of the Norman
Conquest” and “Sketches of French Travel”; Dr. Whewell’s “Notes on a
Tour in Picardy and Normandy”; M. Guilhermy’s “Itineraire archéologique
de Paris”; M. Hoffbauer’s “Paris à travers les ages”; M. Enlart’s
“Architecture Réligieuse”; Mr. Walter Lonergan’s “Historic Churches of
Paris”; the “Chronicles” of Froissart and Monstrelet; and to the letters
in _The Times_ of its war correspondent, 1870 and 1871.
H. M. M. and H. M.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I A FRENCH CATHEDRAL CITY 1
II BOULOGNE TO AMIENS 15
III LÂON, RHEIMS, AND SOISSONS 38
IV ROUEN 62
V EVREUX AND LISIEUX 88
VI BAYEUX 104
VII ST. LÔ AND COUTANCES 128
VIII LE MANS 151
IX ANGERS 169
X TOURS AND BLOIS 181
XI CHARTRES 201
XII ORLÉANS, BOURGES, AND NEVERS 218
XIII MOULINS, LIMOGES, AND PÉRIGUEUX 245
XIV ANGOULÊME AND POITIERS 267
XV LA ROCHELLE AND BORDEAUX 281
XVI SENS, AUXERRE, AND TROYES 299
XVII MEAUX, SENLIS, AND BEAUVAIS 324
XVIII PARIS AND SOME OF ITS CHURCHES 348
INDEX 385
ILLUSTRATIONS
Lâon: view from the plain _Frontispiece_
St. Martin, Lâon _Facing Page_ 2
The Quayside, Amiens " " 6
A Street in Perigueux " " 10
The Porte Gayole, Boulogne " " 16
Abbeville " " 24
The Place Vogel, Amiens " " 28
Evening on the Somme at Amiens " " 32
The Ramparts, Lâon " " 42
Lâon from the Boulevards " " 48
Rheims " " 54
Soissons " " 58
Rouen from the River " " 68
Rue de l’Horloge, Rouen " " 78
Rue St. Romain, Rouen "
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From
THE BROOK.
A Reply
TO
"A DEFENCE OF CHRISTIANITY"
WRITTEN BY
EDWARD EVERETT,
GREEK PROFESSOR OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY
IN ANSWER TO
"THE GROUNDS OF CHRISTIANITY EXAMINED
BY
COMPARING THE NEW TESTAMENT WITH THE OLD"
BY
GEORGE BETHUNE ENGLISH.
"Should a wise man utter vain knowledge, and fill his belly with the
east wind?"
"Should he reason with unprofitable talk? or with speeches
wherewith he can do no good?--Thou chooseth[fn1] the tongue of
the crafty. Thy own mouth condemneth thee, and not I: yea, thine
own lips testify against thee."
"Behold I will make thee a new sharp threshing instrument having
teeth."
PHILADELPHIA:
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR.
1824.
[PG Editor's Note: Many printer's errors in this text
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book a formal answer: but having learned since my arrival in the
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distinguished member of a German university, my hopes of being
serviceable to the cause of truth and philanthrophy are revived,
and I have therefore determined to give a reply to Mr. Everett's
publication.
In this Work, as in my prior writings, I have taken for granted the
Divine Authority of the Old Testament, and I have argued upon the
principle that every book, claiming to be
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THE RISE OF RAIL-POWER
IN WAR AND CONQUEST
1833-1914
THE
RISE OF RAIL-POWER
IN WAR AND CONQUEST
1833-1914
WITH A BIBLIOGRAPHY
BY
EDWIN A. PRATT
Author of "A History of Inland Transport,"
"Railways and their Rates," etc.
LONDON
P. S. KING & SON, LTD.
ORCHARD HOUSE
WESTMINSTER
1915
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I A NEW FACTOR 1
II RAILWAYS IN THE CIVIL WAR 14
III RAILWAY DESTRUCTION IN WAR 26
IV CONTROL OF RAILWAYS IN WAR 40
V PROTECTION OF RAILWAYS IN WAR 54
VI TROOPS AND SUPPLIES 62
VII ARMOURED TRAINS 67
VIII RAILWAY AMBULANCE TRANSPORT 81
IX PREPARATION IN PEACE FOR WAR 98
X ORGANISATION IN GERMANY 103
XI RAILWAY TROOPS IN GERMANY 122
XII FRANCE AND THE WAR OF 1870-71 138
XIII ORGANISATION IN FRANCE 149
XIV ORGANISATION IN ENGLAND 175
XV MILITARY RAILWAYS 205
XVI RAILWAYS IN THE BOER WAR 232
XVII THE RUSSO-JAPANESE WAR 260
XVIII STRATEGICAL RAILWAYS: GERMANY 277
XIX A GERMAN-AFRICAN EMPIRE 296
XX DESIGNS ON ASIATIC TURKEY 331
XXI SUMMARY AND CONCLUSIONS 345
APPENDIX
INDIAN FRONTIER RAILWAYS 357
THE DEFENCE OF AUSTRALIA 368
BIBLIOGRAPHY 376
INDEX 398
PREFATORY NOTE.
The extent to which railways are being used in the present War of the
Nations has taken quite by surprise a world whose military historians,
in their accounts of what armies have done or have failed to do on the
battle-field in the past, have too often disregarded such matters of
detail as to how the armies got there and the possible effect of good or
defective transport conditions, including the maintenance of supplies
and communications, on the whole course of a campaign.
In the gigantic struggle now proceeding, these matters of detail are
found to be of transcendant importance. The part which railways are
playing in the struggle has, indeed--in keeping with the magnitude of
the struggle itself--assumed proportions unexampled in history. Whilst
this is so it is, nevertheless, a remarkable fact that although much has
been said as to the conditions of military unpreparedness in which the
outbreak of hostilities in August, 1914, found the Allies, there has, so
far as I am aware, been no suggestion of any inability on the part of
the railways to meet, at once, from the very moment war was declared,
all the requirements of military transport. In this respect, indeed, the
organisation, the preparedness, and the efficiency throughout alike of
the British and of the French railways have been fully equal to those of
the German railways themselves.
As regards British conditions, especially, much interest attaches to
some remarks made by Sir Charles Owens, formerly General Manager of
the London and South Western Railway Company, in the course of an
address delivered by him to students of the London School of Economics
on October 12, 1914. He told how, some five or six years ago, he had
met at a social function the Secretary of State for War, who, after
dinner, took him aside and asked, "Do you think in any emergency which
might arise in this country the railways would be able to cope with it
adequately?" To this question Sir Charles replied, "I will stake my
reputation as a railway man that the country could not concentrate men
and materials half so fast as the railways could deal with them; but the
management of the railways must be left in the hands of railway men."
We have here an affirmation and a proviso. That the affirmation was
warranted has been abundantly proved by what the British railways have
accomplished in the emergency that has arisen. The special significance
of the proviso will be understood in the light of what I record in the
present work concerning the control of railways in war.
Taking the railways of all the countries, whether friends or foes,
concerned in the present World-War, and assuming, for the sake of
argument, that all, without exception, have accomplished marvels in the
way of military transport, one must, nevertheless, bear in mind two
important considerations:--
(1) That, apart from the huge proportions of the scale upon which,
in the aggregate, the railways are being required to serve military
purposes, the present conflict, in spite of its magnitude, has thus far
produced no absolutely new factor in the employment of railways for war
except as regards the use of air-craft for their destruction.
(2) That when hostilities were declared in August, 1914, the subject
of the employment of railways for the purposes of war had already been
under the consideration of railway and military experts in different
countries for no fewer than eighty years, during which period, and
as the result of vast study, much experience, and many blunders in
or between wars in various parts of the world
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[Illustration]
A LITTLE ENGLISH GALLERY
by
LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY
[Illustration]
New York
Harper and Brothers
MDCCCXCIV
Copyright, 1894, by Harper & Brothers.
All rights reserved.
TO
EDMUND GOSSE
THIS FRIENDLY TRESPASS ON HIS FIELDS
PREFATORY NOTE
THE studies in this book are chosen from a number written at irregular
intervals, and from sheer interest in their subjects, long ago.
Portions of them, or rough drafts of what has since been wholly
remodelled from fresher and fuller material at first hand, have
appeared within five years in _The Atlantic Monthly_, _Macmillan’s_,
_The Catholic World_, and _Poet-Lore_; and thanks are due the
magazines for permission to reprint them. Yet more cordial thanks,
for kind assistance on biographical points, belong to the Earl of
Powis; the Rev. R. H. Davies, Vicar of old St. Luke’s, Chelsea; the
Rev. T. Vere Bayne, of Christchurch, and H. E. D. Blakiston, Esq.,
of Trinity College, Oxford; T. W. Lyster, Esq., of the National
Library of Ireland; Aubrey de Vere Beauclerk, Esq.; Miss Langton,
of Langton-by-Spilsby; the Vicars of Dauntsey, Enfield Highway, and
Montgomery, and especially those of High Ercall and Speke; and the
many others in England through whose courtesy and patience the tracer
of these unimportant sketches has been able to make them approximately
life-like.
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. LADY DANVERS (1561-1627) 1
II. HENRY VAUGHAN (1621-1695) 53
III. GEORGE FARQUHAR (1677-1707) 119
IV. TOPHAM BEAUCLERK (1739-1780)
AND
BENNET LANGTON (1741-1800) 171
V. WILLIAM HAZLITT (1778-1830) 229
I
LADY DANVERS
1561-1627
MR. MATTHEW ARNOLD somewhere devotes a grateful sentence to the women
who have left a fragrance in literary history, and whose loss of long
ago can yet inspire men of to-day with indescribable regret. Lady
Danvers is surely one of these. As John Donne’s dear friend, and George
Herbert’s mother, she has a double poetic claim, like her unforgotten
contemporary, Mary Sidney, for whom was made an everlasting epitaph.
If Dr. Donne’s fraternal fame have not quite the old lustre of the
incomparable Sir Philip’s, it is, at least, a greater honor to own
Herbert for son than to have perpetuated the race of Pembroke. Nor is
it an inharmonious thing to remember, in thus calling up, in order to
rival it, the sweet memory of “Sidney’s sister,” that Herbert and
Pembroke have long been, and are yet, married names.
Magdalen, the youngest child of Sir Richard Newport, and of Margaret
Bromley, his wife, herself daughter of that Bromley who was
Privy-Councillor, Lord Chief-Justice, and executor to Henry VIII., was
born in High Ercall, Salop; the loss or destruction of parish registers
leaves us but 1561-62 as the probable date. Of princely stock, with
three
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[Frontispiece: "Until I come to you as--as you have never known me
yet!"]
THE BLIND MAN'S EYES
By WILLIAM MACHARG & EDWIN BALMER
With Frontispiece
By WILSON C. DEXTER
A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers ---- New York
Published by Arrangements with LITTLE, BROWN & COMPANY
_Copyright, 1916,_
BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
_All rights reserved_
To
R. G.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I A FINANCIER DIES
II THE EXPRESS IS HELD FOR A PERSONAGE
III MISS DORNE MEETS EATON
IV TRUCE
V ARE YOU HILLWARD?
VI THE HAND IN THE AISLE
VII "ISN'T THIS BASIL SANTOINE?"
VIII SUSPICION FASTENS ON EATON
IX QUESTIONS
X THE BLIND MAN'S EYES
XI PUBLICITY NOT WANTED
XII THE ALLY IN THE HOUSE
XIII THE MAN FROM THE TRAIN
XIV IT GROWS PLAINER
XV DONALD AVERY IS MOODY
XVI SANTOINE'S "EYES" FAIL HIM
XVII THE FIGHT IN THE STUDY
XVIII UNDER COVER OF DARKNESS
XIX PURSUIT
XX WAITING
XXI WHAT ONE CAN DO WITHOUT EYES
XXII THE MAN HUNT
XXIII NOT EATON--OVERTON
XXIV THE FLAW IN THE LEFT EYE
XXV "IT'S
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CALAVAR
Or The Knight of the Conquest
A Romance of Mexico
by
ROBERT MONTGOMERY BIRD
Author of "Nick of the Woods," "The Infidel," Etc.
Escucha pues, un rato, y dire cosas
Estranas y espantosas, poco a poco.
GARCILASO DE LA VEGA.
Redfield
110 And 112 Nassau Street, New York.
Third Edition.
1854
Entered according to the act of Congress in the year 1834, by
Carey, Lea, & Blanchard, in the clerk's office of the district
court for the eastern district of Pennsylvania.
PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION.
It is now thirteen years since the first publication of "Calavar,"
which, apart from the ordinary objects of an author, was written chiefly
with a view of illustrating what was deemed the most romantic and
poetical chapter in the history of the New World; but partly, also, with
the hope of calling the attention of Americans to a portion of the
continent which it required little political forecast to perceive must,
before many years, assume a new and particular interest to the people of
the United States. It was a part of the original design to prepare the
way for a history of Mexico, which the author meditated; a design which
was, however, soon abandoned. There was then little interest really felt
in Mexican affairs, which presented, as they have always done since the
first insurrection of Hidalgo, a scene of desperate confusion, not
calculated to elevate republican institutions in the opinions of the
world. Even the events in Texas had not, at that time, attracted much
attention. Mexico was, in the popular notion, regarded as a part of
_South_ America, the _alter ego_ almost of Peru,--beyond the world, and
the concerns of Americans. There was little thought, and less talk, of
"the halls of the Montezumas;" and the ancient Mexican history was left
to entertain school-boys, in the pages of Robertson.
"Calavar" effected its more important purpose, as far as could be
expected of a mere work of fiction. The revolution of Texas, which
dismembered from the mountain republic the finest and fairest portion of
her territory, attracted the eyes and speculations of the world; and
from that moment, Mexico has been an object of regard. The admirable
history of Prescott has rendered all readers familiar with the ancient
annals of the Conquest; and now, with an American army thundering at the
gates of the capital, and an American general resting his republican
limbs on the throne of Guatimozin and the Spanish Viceroys, it may be
believed that a more earnest and universal attention is directed towards
Mexico than was ever before bestowed, since the time when Cortes
conquered upon the same field of fame where Scott is now victorious.
There is, indeed, a remarkable parallel between the invasions of the two
great captains. There is the same route up the same difficult and lofty
mountains; the same city, in the same most magnificent of valleys, as
the object of attack; the same petty forces, and the same daring
intrepidity leading them against millions of enemies, fighting in the
heart of their own country; and finally, the same desperate fury of
unequal armies contending in mortal combat on the causeways and in the
streets of Mexico. We might say, perhaps, that there is the same purpose
of conquest: but we do not believe that the American people aim at, or
desire, the subjugation of Mexico.
"Calavar" was designed to describe the first campaign, or first year, of
Cortes in Mexico. It was written with an attempt at the strictest
historical accuracy compatible with the requisitions of romance; and as
it embraces, in a narrow compass, and--what was at least meant to be--a
popular form, a picture of the war of
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THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE
Of Literature, Science, and Art.
VOLUME IV
AUGUST TO DECEMBER, 1851.
NEW-YORK:
STRINGER & TOWNSEND, 222 BROADWAY.
FOR SALE BY ALL BOOKSELLERS.
BY THE NUMBER, 25 CTS.; THE VOLUME, $1; THE YEAR, $3.
Transcriber's note: Contents for entire volume 4 in this text. However
this text contains only issue Vol. 4, No. 1. Minor typos have been
corrected and footnotes moved to the end of the article.
PREFACE TO THE FOURTH VOLUME.
The conclusion of the Fourth Volume of a periodical may be accepted as
a sign of its permanent establishment. The proprietors of the
INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE have the satisfaction of believing that, while
there has been a steady increase of sales, ever since the publication
of the first number of this work, there has likewise been as regular
an augmentation of its interest, value, and adaptation to the wants of
the reading portion of our community. While essentially an Eclectic,
relying very much for success on a reproduction of judiciously
selected and fairly acknowledged Foreign Literature, it has contained
from month to month such an amount of New Articles as justified its
claim to consideration as an Original Miscellany. And in choosing from
European publications, articles to reprint or to translate for these
pages, care has been taken not only to avoid that vein of
licentiousness in morals, and skepticism in religion, which in so
lamentable a degree characterize a large portion of the popular
literature of this age, but also to extract from foreign periodicals
that American element with which the rising importance of our country
has caused so many of them to be infused; so that, notwithstanding the
fact that more than half the contents of the INTERNATIONAL are from
the minds of Europeans, the Magazine is essentially more _American_
than any other now published.
For the future, the publishers have made arrangements that will insure
very decided and desirable improvements, which will be more fully
disclosed in the first number of the ensuing volume; eminent original
writers will be added to our list of contributors; from Germany,
France, and Great Britain, we have increased our literary resources;
and more attention will be given to the pictorial illustration of such
subjects as may be advantageously treated in engravings. Among those
authors whose contributions have appeared in the INTERNATIONAL
hitherto, we may mention:
MISS FENIMORE COOPER,
MISS ALICE CAREY,
MRS. E. OAKES SMITH,
MRS. M. E. HEWITT,
MRS. ALICE B. NEAL,
BISHOP SPENCER,
HENRY AUSTIN LAYARD,
PARKE GODWIN,
JOHN R. THOMPSON,
W. C. RICHARDS,
W. GILMORE SIMMS,
BAYARD TAYLOR,
ROBERT HENRY STODDARD,
ALFRED B. STREET,
THOMAS EWBANK,
E. W. ELLSWORTH,
G. P. R. JAMES,
DR. JOHN W. FRANCIS,
MAUNSELL B. FIELD,
DR. STARBUCK MAYO,
JOHN E. WARREN,
A. OAKEY HALL,
HORACE GREELEY,
RICHARD B. KIMBALL,
THE AUTHOR OF "NILE NOTES,"
THE AUTHOR OF "HARRY FRANCO."
REV. J. C. RICHMOND,
REV. H. W. PARKER,
JAMES T. FIELDS,
R. S. CHILTON.
The foreign writers, from whom we have selected, need not be
enumerated; they embrace the principal living masters of literary art;
and we shall continue to avail ourselves of their new productions as
largely as justice to them and the advantage and pleasure of our
readers may seem to justify.
NEW-YORK, December 1, 1851.
CONTENTS:
VOLUME IV. AUGUST TO DECEMBER, 1851.
Alred.--_By Elmina W. Carey_, 27
Alexander, Last days of the Emperor.--_A. Dumas_, 233
America, as Abused by a German, 448
American Intercommunication, 461
American Literature, Studies of.--_Philarete Chasles_, 163
American and European Scenery Compared.--_By the late J. F. Cooper_, 625
Anacreon. Twentieth Ode of.--_By Mary E. Hewitt_, 20
Animal Magnetism. Christopher North on, 27
Ariadne.--_By William C. Bennett_, 315
Autumn Ballad, An.--_By W. A. Sutliffe_, 598
August Reverie.--_By A. Oakey Hall_, 477
Art Expression. 401
Arts among the Aztecs and Indians.--_By Thomas Ewbank._ (Ten
Engravings.) 307
_Arts, the Fine._--Monuments to Public Men in Europe and America,
130.--Mosaics for the Emperor of Russia, 130.--Tenarani, the Italian
Sculptor, 131.--Group by Herr Kiss, 131.--English and American
Portrait Painters, 131--Mr. Pyne's English Landscapes, 131.--Paintings
by British Officers in Canada, 131.--Ovation to Rauch at Berlin,
131.--Healy's Picture of Webster's Reply to Hayne,
131.--Newly-discovered Raphael, 131.--Daguerreotypes, 131.--Letter
from Hiram Powers, 279.--Monument to Wordsworth, 279.--Monument to
Weber, 279.--Works of Cornelius, 279.--Greenonga's Group for the
Capital, 279.--The Twelve Virgins of Raphael, 279.--Tributes by Greece
to her Benefactors, 279.--Paul Delaroche, 417.--Winterhalter,
417.--New Scriptures in the Crystal Palace, 417.--London Art-Union,
417.--American Art-Union. 417.--Powers's Eve, 417.--Leutze, 417.--The
London Art-Journal on the Engravings of the American Art-Union.
561.--The Philadelphia Art-Union, 561.--The Western Art-Union,
562.--Mr. Healy's Picture of Webster's Reply to Hayne, 562.--Mr.
Lentze's Washington Crossing the Delaware, 562--Illustrations of
Martin Luther, 562.--Lentze's Washington. 743.--Colossal Statue of
Washington at Munich, 703.--Kaulbach's Frescoes, 703.--Cadame's
Compositions of the Seasons, 703.--Portraits of Bishop White and
Daniel Webster, 703.
_Authors and Books._--The Story of Talns, and the Sardonic Laughter,
by Merehlen, 122.--A German Treatise on Free Trade, 122.--Curious
Medical Works in Germany, 122.--Weiseler on the Theatre,
122.--Woodcuts of celebrated Masters, 123.--Recent German Poetry,
123.--Venedy's Schleswig-Holstein in 1850, 123.--Souvenirs of Early
Germans, 123.--Gutzkow, Reimer, and Gubitz. 123.--Mundi's Macchiavelli
and the Course of European Policy, 123.--New German Novels,
124.--Baner's Documents respecting the Monastery of Arnsburg,
121.--Mss. of Peter Schlemil, 124.--Professor O. L. B. Wohl's Poetic
and Prosaic Home Treasury, 124.--German opinion of Miss Weber,
124.--Professor Zahn at Pompeii, 124.--Barthohl's History of German
Cities, 124.--Cornell on Feurebach, 125.--New Book of the Planets by
Ernst, 125.--Waldmeister's Bridal Tour, 125.--German version of George
Copyway's Book, 125.--German Survey of American Institutions,
125.--Russian Literature, 125.--Jewish Professors in Austria,
125.--Dumas's new Works, 125.--Madame Reybaud, 125.--New Volume of
Thier's History of the Empire, 125.--Mignet's Life of Mary Queen of
Scots, 126.--Cormenin on the Revision of the Constitution,
126.--Literary Episodes in the East, by Marcellus, 126.--Victor Hugo.
126.--Madame Bocarme, 126.--Signatures to Articles in the French
Journals, 126.--Arago's loss of sight, 126.--George Sand to Dumas,
127.--Vacherot on the Philosophical School of Alexandria, 127.--Mss.
of Rousseau, 127.--Unpublished works of Balzac, 127.--M. Nisard,
127.--M. Gautier, 127.--Guizot's History of Representative Government,
127.--Mademoiselle de Belle Isle, 127.--Rev. T. W. Shelton, in
Sharpe's Magazine, 127.--Rev. Charles Kingsley, author of Alton Locke,
127.--Bowring's Translation of Schiller, 128.--New English Poems,
128.--New Novel by Warren, 128.--Judge Woodbury's Works, 128.--The
North American Review, 128--Life of Judge Story, 123.--Contributions
to the History of the West, by Lyman C. Draper, 129.--The Dublin
University Magazine on Streets Frontenac, 129.--Mrs. Southworth in
England. 129.--Return of Mrs. Mowatt, 129.--Miss Beecher's new Work on
the Writings of Women, 129.--Ludwig Feuerback, 268.--August Kopish on
the Monument to Frederic the Great, 269.--The _Janus_ Review,
269.--Franz Kugler on the Theatre, 269.--Von Muller's History of the
Swiss Confederation, 269.--Memoir of Bretschneider, 269.--Dr. Worth,
269.--Herr Christern's Book Store, 269.--German Periodicals, 270.--The
Hungarian Refugees in Turkey, 270.--The Youth of Thorwaldsen,
270.--Old and New Songs and Fables for Children
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MADONNA MARY.
A Novel.
BY
MRS. OLIPHANT,
AUTHOR OF
"LAST OF THE MORTIMERS," "IN THE DAYS OF MY
LIFE," "SQUIRE ARDEN," "OMBRA," "MAY,"
ETC., ETC.
_NEW EDITION._
LONDON:
CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY.
1875.
[_All rights reserved._]
LONDON:
SWIFT AND CO., NEWTON STREET, HIGH HOLBORN, W.C.
MADONNA MARY.
CHAPTER I.
Major Ochterlony had been very fidgety after the coming in of the mail.
He was very often so, as all his friends were aware, and nobody so much
as Mary, his wife, who was herself, on ordinary occasions, of an
admirable composure. But the arrival of the mail, which is so welcome an
event at an Indian station, and which generally affected the Major very
mildly, had produced a singular impression upon him on this special
occasion. He was not a man who possessed a large correspondence in his
own person; he had reached middle life, and had nobody particular
belonging to him, except his wife and his little children, who were as
yet too young to have been sent "home;" and consequently there was
nobody to receive letters from, except a few married brothers and
sisters, who don't count, as everybody knows. That kind of formally
affectionate correspondence is not generally exciting, and even Major
Ochterlony supported it with composure. But as for the mail which
arrived on the 15th of April, 1838, its effect was different. He went
out
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