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MAKING A
POULTRY HOUSE
_THE
HOUSE & GARDEN
~MAKING~
BOOKS_
It is the intention of the publishers to make this series of little
volumes, of which _Making a Poultry House_ is one, a complete library
of authoritative and well illustrated handbooks dealing with the
activities of the home-maker and amateur gardener. Text, pictures
and diagrams will, in each respective book, aim to make perfectly
clear the possibility of having, and the means of having, some of the
more important features of a modern country or suburban home. Among
the titles already issued or planned for early publication are the
following: _Making a Rose Garden_; _Making a Lawn_; _Making a Tennis
Court_; _Making a Fireplace_; _Making Paths and Driveways_; _Making
a Rock Garden_; _Making a Garden with Hotbed and Coldframe_; _Making
Built-in Bookcases, Shelves and Seats_; _Making a Garden to Bloom
This Year_; _Making a Water Garden_; _Making a Garden of Perennials_;
_Making the Grounds Attractive with Shrubbery_; _Making a Naturalized
Bulb Garden_; with others to be announced later.
[Illustration: It is not a difficult matter to care for a small flock,
but the old unsanitary methods of housing will have to be abandoned]
MAKING A
POULTRY HOUSE
_By_ M. ROBERTS CONOVER
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
McBRIDE, NAST & COMPANY
1912
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY
McBRIDE, NAST & CO.
Published May, 1912
CONTENTS
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 1
SPECIFIC SUGGESTIONS FOR HOUSES 7
FLOORS AND FOUNDATIONS 23
THE ROOF 28
WALLS, WINDOWS AND VENTILATION 33
THE DOOR OF THE POULTRY HOUSE 40
NESTS AND ROOSTS 43
THE RUN 50
SOME HINTS ON UPKEEP 52
THE ILLUSTRATIONS
UNSANITARY HOUSING MUST GIVE WAY
TO MODERN METHODS _Frontispiece_
FACING
PAGE
A COLONY HOUSE RECOMMENDED BY
THE OREGON EXPERIMENT STATION 12
TWO PORTABLE COLONY HOUSES
ADAPTABLE FOR THE HOME FLOCK 16
BROOD HOUSES FOR THE YOUNG BIRDS 20
FLOORS OF EARTH AND OF WOOD 26
THE SINGLE-PITCH ROOF IN A SERIES
OF CONNECTED HOUSES 30
A COMBINED POULTRY HOUSE AND
PIGEON LOFT 38
ALFALFA UNDER NETTING IN THE RUN 46
A SIMPLE FORM OF TRAP NEST 46
Making a Poultry House
INTRODUCTION
To close one's eyes and dream of a home in the country with its lawns,
its gardens, its flowers, its songs of birds and drone of bees, proves
the sentimental in man, but he is not practical who cannot call into
fancy's realm the cackle of the hen.
Having conceded her a legitimate place in the scheme of the country
home, good housing is of the utmost importance, and it is in regard to
this that one easily blunders. Few would idealize a rickety hovel as a
home for the flock, but many of us, while we would not put our highly
prized birds into an airtight box, so over-house them that they weaken
instead of profiting by our care.
That the poultry house is yet in an evolutionary stage, all must admit,
but no one can deny that great strides have been made since the once
neglected barnyard fowl has come to be known as a very understandable
and responsive creature, to be dealt with on common-sense grounds.
Only that poultry house is a good shelter which in winter conserves
as much warmth as possible, and yet permits an abundance of fresh
air; that admits sunlight, and yet in summer is cool. Such a building
must offer no hospitality to other than poultry life, and it must
be constructed in line with the economic value of its residents. In
short, the structure must be so contrived as to guard against drafts,
dampness, disease, and vermin, to insure a profitable result. A maximum
of comfort with a minimum of risk insures healthy poultry.
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[Illustration: Cover art]
[Illustration: HE WILDLY TORE AT EVERYTHING AND HURLED IT DOWN
ON HIS PURSUERS _Page_ 86 _Frontispiece_]
Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.
A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-day
BY
SURGEON REAR-ADMIRAL
T. T. JEANS, C.M.G., R.N.
Author of "John Graham, Sub-Lieutenant, R.N."
"A Naval Venture" &c.
_Illustrated by Edward S. Hodgson_
BLACKIE & SON LIMITED
LONDON AND GLASGOW
1908
By
Surgeon Rear-Admiral
T. T. Jeans
The Gun-runners.
John Graham, Sub-Lieutenant, R.N.
A Naval Venture.
Gunboat and Gun-runner.
Ford of H.M.S. "Vigilant".
On Foreign Service.
Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.
_Printed in Great Britain by Blackie & Son, Ltd., Glasgow_
*Preface*
In this story of the modern Royal Navy I have endeavoured, whilst
narrating many adventures both ashore and afloat, to portray the habits
of thought and speech of various types of officers and men of the Senior
Service who live and serve under the White Ensign to-day.
To do this the more graphically I have made some of the leading
characters take up, from each other, the threads of the story and
continue the description of incidents from their own points of view; the
remainder of the tale is written in the third person as by an outside
narrator.
I hope that this method will be found to lend additional interest to the
book.
I have had great assistance from several Gunnery, Torpedo, and Engineer
Lieutenants, who have read the manuscripts as they were written,
corrected many errors of detail, and made many useful suggestions.
The story may therefore claim to be technically correct.
T. T. JEANS,
SURGEON REAR-ADMIRAL, ROYAL NAVY
*Contents*
CHAP.
I. The Luck of Midshipman Glover
II. Helston receives a Strange Letter
III. The Fitting Out of a Squadron
IV. The Pirates are not Idle
V. The Squadron leaves hurriedly
VI. The Voyage East
VII. The Pursuit of the Patagonian
VIII. Mr. Ping Sang is Outwitted
IX. Captain Helston Wounded
X. Destroyer "No. 1" Meets her Fate
XI. The Action off Sin Ling
XII. A Council of War
XIII. The Avenging of Destroyer "No. 1"
XIV. Night Operations
XV. Mr. Midshipman Glover Tells how he was Wounded
XVI. Captain Helston's Indecision
XVII. Spying Out the Pirates
XVIII. The Escape from the Island
XIX. Cummins Captures One Gun Hill
XX. The Fight for One Gun Hill
XXI. On One Gun Hill
XXII. The Final Attack on the Hill
XXIII. The Attack on the Forts
XXIV. The Capture of the Island
XXV. The Fruits of Victory
XXVI. Home Again
*Illustrations*
He wildly tore at everything and hurled it down on his pursuers...
_Frontispiece_
I struck at him with my heavy malacca stick
The sinking of the Pirate Torpedo-Boat
The Commander and Jones overpower the Two Sentries
Map Illustrating the Operations Against the Pirates
[Illustration: MAP ILLUSTRATING THE OPERATIONS AGAINST THE PIRATES]
*CHAPTER I*
*The Luck of Midshipman Glover*
Ordered Abroad. Hurrah!
_Midshipman Glover explains how Luck came to him_
It all started absolutely unexpectedly whilst we were on leave and
staying with Mellins in the country.
When I say "we", I mean Tommy Toddles and myself. His real name was
Foote, but nobody ever called him anything but "Toddles", and I do
believe that he would almost have forgotten what his real name actually
was if it had not been engraved on the brass plate on the lid of his sea
chest, and if he had not been obliged to have it marked very plainly on
his washing.
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FRIENDSHIP VILLAGE LOVE STORIES
BY
ZONA GALE
AUTHOR OF "FRIENDSHIP VILLAGE," "THE LOVES
OF PELLEAS AND ETARRE," ETC.
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1909,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1909. Reprinted
November, 1909; April, 1912.
_Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A._
To
MY FRIENDS IN PORTAGE
WISCONSIN
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DOT AND THE KANGAROO
by
Ethel C. Pedley
To the
children of Australia
in the hope of enlisting their sympathies
for the many
beautiful, amiable, and frolicsome creatures
of their fair land,
whose extinction, through ruthless destruction,
is being surely accomplished
CHAPTER I.
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MEDIAEVAL BYWAYS
[Illustration: '_... sat for its portrait to Matthew Paris._']
MEDIAEVAL BYWAYS
BY L. F. SALZMANN F.S.A.
AUTHOR OF
'ENGLISH INDUSTRIES OF THE MIDDLE AGES'
ILLUSTRATED BY
GEORGE E. KRUGER
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
1913
TO WHOM
SHOULD I DEDICATE
THESE STUDIES OF THE LIGHTER SIDE
OF THE MIDDLE AGES
IF NOT TO
MY WIFE
WHOSE STUDY IT IS TO LIGHTEN
MY OWN MIDDLE AGE?
FOREWORDS
BEING SUNDRY PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS OF NO IMPORTANCE
Original research amongst the legal and other documents preserved in the
Public Record Office, and similar depositories of ancient archives is a
pursuit which our friends politely assume'must be very interesting,'
chiefly because they cannot believe that any one would undertake so dull
an occupation if it were not interesting. And it must be admitted that
there are grounds for looking askance at such work. To begin with, the
financial results of historical research are usually negligible or even
negative, and it is therefore clearly an undesirable, if not positively
reprehensible, employment. Then it is perfectly true that the vast
majority of these records are as dry as the dust which accumulates upon
them, and that in many cases such interest as they possess is
adventitious, being due to their association with some particular person
or place whose identity appeals to us. Thus even the most trivial
technical details of a suit by William S. against Francis B. for forging
his signature would become of absorbing interest if S. stood for
Shakespeare and B. for Bacon, but the chances are a hundred to one that S.
will stand for Smith and B. for Brown. At the same time the thoroughly
unpractical searcher, who allows his attention to be distracted and does
not confine himself to the strict object of his search, is constantly
rewarded by the discovery of entries, quaint, amusing, or grimly
significant, throwing a light upon the lives of men and women whose very
names perished out of memory centuries ago. Dim the light may be, but yet
it is an illumination not to be got elsewhere, for the writers of History,
with a big H, are concerned only with the doings of kings and statesmen,
and other people of importance, while these records tell us something of
the life of those who in their day, like most of us, were each the centre
of their own microcosm but made no figure in the eyes of the world. It is,
I think, not too much to claim that only through intimacy with the
nation's records, and I would use the word in the widest sense to include
also the records written on the face of our land in stone and timber and
even in earthen bank and hedgerow, that some conception can be obtained of
the mediaeval spirit. That same spirit is so subtle a thing, though one of
its leading characteristics is an extraordinary directness and simplicity,
that it is more easily understood than explained. But even if it were an
easy matter to dissect and analyse the mediaeval spirit, ticketing so much
as simplicity, such a percentage as humour, so many parts as fear of God,
and so many as fear of the Devil, and so forth, it should not be done
here. For though this book was written with a purpose, that purpose was
not to instruct and edify, but rather to interest and amuse, which is a
far higher mission, and if the reader on laying it down feels that he has
acquired knowledge it will probably be due in a large measure to the work
of the artist, who has translated into line something more than the
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English Men of Action
LORD LAWRENCE
[Illustration: colophon]
[Illustration: LORD LAWRENCE
Engraved by O. LACOUR after a Photograph by MAULL AND POLYBANK]
LORD LAWRENCE
BY
SIR RICHARD TEMPLE
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND NEW YORK
1889
_The right of translation and reproduction is reserved_
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER II
EARLY LIFE, 1811-1829 7
CHAPTER III
THE DELHI TERRITORY, 1829-1846 15
CHAPTER IV
THE TRANS-SUTLEJ STATES, 1846-1849 27
CHAPTER V
PUNJAB BOARD OF ADMINISTRATION, 1849-1853 45
CHAPTER VI
CHIEF COMMISSIONER OF THE PUNJAB, 1853-1857 69
CHAPTER VII
WAR OF THE MUTINIES, 1857-1859 92
CHAPTER VIII
SOJOURN IN ENGLAND, 1859-1863 137
CHAPTER IX
THE GOVERNMENT OF INDIA, 1864-1869 148
CHAPTER X
CONCLUSION, 1869-1879 190
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION
John Laird Mair Lawrence was born in 1811 and died in 1879, being
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STRONG AS DEATH
By Guy De Maupassant
STRONG AS DEATH
PART I
CHAPTER I
A DUEL OF HEARTS
Broad daylight streamed down into the vast studio through a skylight
in the ceiling, which showed a large square of dazzling blue, a bright
vista of limitless heights of azure, across which passed flocks of birds
in rapid flight. But the glad light of heaven hardly entered this severe
room, with high ceilings and draped walls, before it began to grow soft
and dim, to slumber among the hangings and die in the portieres, hardly
penetrating to the dark corners where the gilded frames of portraits
gleamed like flame. Peace and sleep seemed imprisoned there, the peace
characteristic of an artist's dwelling, where the human soul has
toiled. Within these walls, where thought abides, struggles, and becomes
exhausted in its violent efforts, everything appears weary and overcome
as soon as the energy of action is abated; all seems dead after the
great crises of life, and the furniture, the hangings, and the portraits
of great personages still unfinished on the canvases, all seem to rest
as if the whole place had suffered the master's fatigue and had toiled
with him, taking part in the daily renewal of his struggle. A vague,
heavy odor of paint, turpentine, and tobacco was in the air, clinging to
the rugs and chairs; and no sound broke the deep silence save the sharp
short cries of the swallows that flitted above the open skylight, and
the dull, ceaseless roar of Paris, hardly heard above the roofs. Nothing
moved except a little cloud of smoke that rose intermittently toward the
ceiling with every puff that Olivier Bertin, lying upon his divan, blew
slowly from a cigarette between his lips.
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THE CHAUTAUQUAN.
_A MONTHLY MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO THE PROMOTION OF TRUE CULTURE.
ORGAN OF THE CHAUTAUQUA LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC CIRCLE._
VOL. V. DECEMBER, 1884. No. 3.
Officers of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle.
_President_, Lewis Miller, Akron, Ohio. _Superintendent of Instruction_,
Rev. J. H. Vincent, D.D., New Haven, Conn. _Counselors_, Rev. Lyman
Abbott, D.D.; Rev. J. M. Gibson, D.D.; Bishop H. W. Warren, D.D.;
Prof. W. C. Wilkinson, D.D. _Office Secretary_, Miss Kate F. Kimball,
Plainfield, N. J. _General Secretary_, Albert M. Martin, Pittsburgh, Pa.
Contents
Transcriber’s Note: This table of contents of this periodical was created
for the HTML version to aid the reader.
REQUIRED READING FOR DECEMBER
What English Is 123
Sunday Readings
[_December 7_] 127
[_December 14_] 127
[_December 21_] 128
[_December 28_] 128
Glimpses of Ancient Greek Life
III.—Greek Private Life 129
Greek Mythology
Chapter III. 131
Temperance Teachings of Science; or, the Poison Problem
Chapter III.—Physiological Effects of the Poison Habit 134
Studies in Kitchen Science and Art
III.—Barley, Oats, Rice and Buckwheat 137
The Cereals 139
Home Studies in Chemistry and Physics
III.—Chemistry of Air 141
The Laureate Poets 144
The Spell of the Halcyon 146
Christmas Dangers and Christmas Hints 147
Do Animals Feign Death? 150
The War Department 151
Milton as the Poets’ Poet 154
Geography of the Heavens for December 155
The Liberal Upheaval in Norway 157
How to Help the C. L. S. C. 158
Outline of Required Readings 160
Programs for Local Circle Work 160
How to Organize a Local Circle 161
The Local Circle 162
Local Circles 163
The C. L. S. C. Classes 167
Questions and Answers 168
The Chautauqua University 170
Editor’s Outlook 171
Editor’s Note-Book 174
C. L. S. C. Notes on Required Readings for December 176
Notes on Required Readings in “The Chautauquan” 178
People’s Christmas Vesper and Praise Service 180
Talk About Books 181
Special Notes 182
REQUIRED READING FOR DECEMBER.
WHAT ENGLISH IS.
BY RICHARD GRANT WHITE.
In the course of our two foregoing articles we followed the advance of
the great Aryan or Indo-European race, to which we belong, from its
original seat in Central Asia, which it began to leave more than four
thousand years ago, until we found it in possession of India, Persia,
and all of Europe. We considered briefly and incidentally the fact
that within the last two hundred and fifty years this Asiatic race has
taken absolute possession of the greater part of the continent of North
America. We saw that speech was the bond and the token of the now vast
and vague, but once narrow and compact, unity of this powerful race,
which was brought into existence to conquer, to rule, and to humanize the
world. Of the numerous languages which have sprung from the Aryan stem,
English is the youngest. Compared in age with any other language of that
stock, we may almost say with any existing language of any stock, it is
like a new born babe in the presence of hoary eld. Only eight hundred
years ago it was unknown. True, its rudiments and much of its substance
then existed; but so it might be said that they existed in a certain
degree four thousand years ago, as we saw in our last article. Yet again,
more than four hundred years passed away before modern English was born.
It was not until about the beginning of the sixteenth century that the
language of Spenser, of Shakspere, of the Bible, of Bunyan, of Milton,
of Goldsmith, Burke, Irving, Hawthorne, and Thackeray, came fully into
existence as the recognized established speech of the English race.
Since that time the changes it has undergone have been trivial and
unimportant. Like the languages of all other highly civilized peoples,
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Circus Animal Stories
UMBOO, THE ELEPHANT
By
HOWARD R. GARIS
Author of
"The Bedtime Stories"
"The Uncle Wiggily Series"
"The Daddy Series"
Etc.
CONTENTS
Chapter
I Baby Umboo
II On The March
III Sliding Down Hill
IV Umboo Learns Something
V Picking Nuts
VI Umboo Is Lost
VII Umboo And The Snake
VIII Umboo Finds His Mother
IX To The Salt Spring
X In A Trap
XI Umboo Goes To School
XII Umboo Is Sold
XIII Umboo On The Ship
XIV Umboo In The Circus
XV Umboo Remembers
CHAPTER I
BABY UMBOO
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THE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPH
by
Susan Fenimore Cooper
{by Susan Fenimore Cooper (1813-1894), daughter of James Fenimore
Cooper. "The Lumley Autograph" was published in Graham's Magazine,
Volume 38 (January-June 1851), pp. 31-36, 97-101. The author is
identified only in the table of contents for Volume 38, p. iii, where
she is described as "the Author of 'Rural Hours'".
{Transcribed by Hugh C. MacDougall, Secretary, James Fenimore Cooper
Society; [email protected]. Notes by the transcriber, including
identification of historical characters and translations of foreign
expressions, follow the paragraphs to which they refer, and are
enclosed in {curly brackets}. The spelling of the original has been
reproduced as printed, with unusual spellings identified by {sic}.
Because of the limitations of the the Gutenberg format, italics and
accents (used by the author for some foreign words, and in a few
quotations) have been ignored. A few missing periods and quotation
marks have been silently inserted.
{A brief introduction to "The Lumley Autograph.":
{"The Lumley Autograph" was inspired, as Susan's introductory note
states, by the constant stream of letters received by her father,
asking in often importunate terms for his autograph or for pages from
his manuscripts, and even requesting that he supply autographs of other
famous men who might have written to him. He generally complied with
these requests courteously and to the best of his ability; after his
death in 1851, Susan continued to do so, as well as selling fragments
of his manuscripts to raise money for charity during the Civil War.
{"The Lumley Autograph" is of interest today primarily because it is a
good story. Its broad satire about the autograph collecting mania of
the mid-nineteenth century is deftly combined with the more serious
irony of a poet's frantic appeal for help becoming an expensive
plaything of the rich, while the poet himself has died of want. Susan
Fenimore Cooper's typically understated expression of this irony
renders it all the more poignant, and the unspoken message of "The
Lumley Autograph" is as relevant today as it was in 1851.
{Though "The Lumley Autograph" was published in 1851, it was written as
early as 1845, when Susan's father first unsuccessfully offered it to
Graham's Magazine, asking "at least $25" for it. [See James Fenimore
Cooper to Mrs. Cooper, Nov. 30, 1845, in James F. Beard, ed., "The
Letters and Journals of James Fenimore Cooper" (Harvard University
Press, 1960-68), Vol. V, pp. 102-102]. Three years later he offered it
to his London publisher, also without success [James Fenimore Cooper to
Richard Bentley, Nov. 15, 1848, Vol. V, p. 390; and Richard Bentley to
James Fenimore Cooper, July 24, 1849, Vol. VI, p. 53.] What Graham's
Magazine finally paid, in 1851, is not known.}
THE LUMLEY AUTOGRAPH.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "RURAL HOURS," ETC.
[Not long since an American author received an application from a
German correspondent for "a few Autographs"--the number of names
applied for amounting to more than a hundred, and covering several
sheets of foolscap. A few years since an Englishman of literary note
sent his Album to a distinguished poet in Paris for his contribution,
when the volume was actually stolen from a room where every other
article was left untouched; showing that Autographs were more valuable
in the eyes of the thief than any other property. Amused with the
recollection of these facts, and others of the same kind, some idle
hours were given by the writer to the following view of this mania of
the day.]
The month of November of the year sixteen hundred and -- was cheerless
and dark, as November has never failed to be within the foggy, smoky
bounds of the great city of London. It was one of the worst days of the
season; what light there was seemed an emanation from the dull earth,
the heavens would scarce have owned it, veiled as they were, by an
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[Picture: Tract cover]
THE SABBATH AND THE CRYSTAL PALACE.
THE question of Sabbath observance is again brought before the public,
and subjected to a new discussion. Points which we had considered as
settled, and settled beyond the reach of doubt, are disputed. A change
of circumstances is stated as requiring and involving a change of views;
and the character which society is assuming in the present day, is said
to justify a revision and reconsideration of the principles by which it
has been previously regulated. A fresh attack in consequence is made on
an ordinance which, having been accustomed to regard as the security of
our national religion, the source of those streams of life which sanctify
and refresh the souls of our people, we had hoped was secured from
encroachment and curtailment by the law of the land, as well as by the
authority of the word of God. The attack in this case, as might have
been expected, comes from a different quarter, and is carried on in a
different manner. It is not with open and avowed enemies that we have to
contest the point, but with professed friends. Much for which we have
contended on former occasions is conceded now. In many respects, the
tone, the language, the object of those opposed to us are modified. The
divine institution of a day of rest is admitted; the beneficent character
of the appointment, its salutary influences, are acknowledged; its
peculiar adaptation to the condition of man is recognised: and the only
subject of dispute would seem to be, the form in which those influences
should be exercised, and the general application of the blessing intended
should be accomplished.
The good of man, the improvement of the labouring classes, the softening
of their character, the refinement of their tastes, the development of
intellect, and the correction of what is low and sensual in their
enjoyments, are named as the objects of pursuit: and no one can hesitate
as to the importance of these points, nor as to the value which all
things lovely and of good report possess in christian estimation. With a
view to the promotion of these objects, the advantages of a day of rest;
its beneficent influence on the mind as well as the body; its increasing
importance in a state of society like the present; its absolute necessity
when man is exposed to the exhausting circumstances of manufacturing or
commercial life, are admitted,—and not only admitted, but urged with as
much zeal as was ever shown by those who contended for the strictest
observance of the Sabbath in the days of religious controversy. Surprise
and regret are therefore mixed together, when we find that those who see
the importance of the institution in one sense so clearly, and can
advocate its claims with so much power, should disappoint the
expectations that had been indulged of their co-operation, and should
finally become the assailants instead of the supporters of the principle
we feel bound to maintain. They see so much in the institution of the
Sabbath that is adapted to the weaknesses and wants of our nature, that
they cannot help acknowledging its necessity. Under that conviction,
forced upon them by the outcry of the whole creation, groaning and
travailing together in pain, by the testimony of exhausted bodies and
paralyzed intellect, they admit, they assert, as a fact that can no
longer be denied, that the Sabbath was made for man, and accept it as a
merciful provision made by God for the relief and consolation of his
creatures; but as to the specific purpose which it is to serve in respect
of man, as to the way in which the balm is to be used and applied, they
have their own views, and those views they are determined to carry out in
opposition to all that has been established and believed on the subject.
It is clear, then, that we have not gained much by the concessions made
by those who have been induced, under these representations, and with
these views of the ordinance, to admit the divine authority of the
Sabbath. They have attempted to disarm our opposition by professing to
receive the same truth, while they were introducing views which
superseded its application; and the controversy must now be transferred
from the religious authority of the Sabbath, as a day of rest, to the
form and manner of its observance by those who, on these grounds,
acknowledge its obligation.
The point at issue with our present opponents consists chiefly as to the
manner in which the Sabbath is to be applied. Its value they admit; its
beneficent effects are acknowledged to be such that its divine authority
can hardly be disputed: but while | 110.109936 | 410 |
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* * * * *
THE KNICKERBOCKER.
VOL. XXII. NOVEMBER, 1843. NO. 5.
THOUGHTS ON IMMORTALITY.
BY A NEW CONTRIBUTOR.
THERE are those who reject the idea of a future state; or, at
least, who deny that they ought to be convinced of its reality,
because reasoning, in the method of the sciences, does not appear
to prove it to them; although they acknowledge how natural it is
for man to anticipate a future existence. I have thought that such
persons might be included in a similitude like the following. Let
us suppose a young bee, just returning from his first excursion
abroad, bearing his load of honey. He has been in a labyrinth of
various directions, and far from his native home; winding among
trees and their branches, and stopping to sip from numerous flowers.
He has even been taken, by one bearing no good-will to the little
community of which he is a member, and carried onward, without being
permitted a sight of the objects which he passed, that he might
estimate aright his new direction. Notwithstanding, he is winging
his way with unerring precision to the place where his little load
is to be deposited. Not more exactly does the needle tend to the
pole, than the line he is drawing points toward his store-house. But
in this he is governed by no such considerations of distance and
direction as enable the skilful navigator so beautifully to select
his way along the pathless ocean. He has no data, by reasoning from
which, as the geometrician reasons, he may determine that his course
bears so many degrees to the right or so many to the left. He has
never been taught to mark the right ascension of hill-tops, nor
to estimate latitude and longitude from the trees. He is governed
in his progress by that indescribable and mysterious principle of
instinct alone, which, although developed in man, produces its
most surprising effects in the brute creation. But here, as he is
going onward thus swiftly and surely, by some creative power a vast
addition is made to his previous character. All at once he becomes a
reasoning being, possessed of all the faculties which are found in
the philosopher. He is endowed with judgment, that he may compare,
and consciousness and reflection, to make him a metaphysician. Nor
is he slow to exercise these newly-acquired faculties.
Among other things, his consciousness tells him that he is impressed
with a deep presentiment of something greatly desirable in the
far distance toward which he supposes his course to be fast and
directly tending. Perhaps he has a memory of the place he left, of
the business there going on, and of the part which he is taking in
it. Probably his strong impression is, that he is fast advancing
toward that place; that he expects the greeting of his friends of
the swarm. Possibly he finds his bosom even now beginning to swell
in anticipation of the praise which shall be bestowed on his early
manifestation of industry and virtue. Perhaps his recollections are
more vague; and accordingly his consciousness only tells him that he
thinks of something requiring him to urge onward in that particular
direction, but of which he realizes no very definite idea.
But here Reason interrupts him: 'Why are you pursuing this course
so fast? I see nothing to attract your attention so strongly.' 'I
am going to a place lying this way,' says the bee, 'where I can
deposite my load in safety, which I am anxious to do quickly, that I
may return for another.' 'But,' says Reason, 'what evidence have you
that the place lies this way?' Here Philosophy whispers: 'You should
not act without evidence; it becomes no reasonable creature to do
so;' but Reason continues: 'There are many points in the horizon
beside that you are making for; and I see not why one of them is not
as likely to be the place as another.'
This rather staggered the bee at first; for he had no recollection
of courses and distances taken, by a comparison of which he could
prove his true direction; but suddenly he said: 'Why, I am so
strongly impressed that this is the course, that I cannot doubt
it.' 'But what signify your strong impressions,' says Reason, 'if
they are not founded on any evidence? Were you ever led to such a
place as you seek by the aid of _impression_ alone?' 'I never was,'
said the bee; for in fact he had never before been out of sight of
the place where he was born. 'Then again,' says Reason, 'I ask what
is your evidence?' And Philosophy again, as a faithful monitor,
replies: 'Bee, you must not act without evidence.'
The bee could hardly add any thing more. Had his experience been
greater, and his reflection deeper, he might have answered, that
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THE HISTORY OF ENGLAND FROM THE ACCESSION OF JAMES THE SECOND
VOLUME II,
(Chapters VI-X)
by Thomas Babington Macaulay
CONTENTS:
CHAPTER VI
The Power of James at the Height
His Foreign Policy
His Plans of Domestic Government; the Habeas Corpus Act
The Standing Army
Designs in favour of the Roman Catholic Religion
Violation of the Test Act
Disgrace of Halifax; general Discontent
Persecution of the French Huguenots
Effect of that Persecution in England
Meeting of Parliament; Speech of the King; an Opposition formed
in the House of Commons
Sentiments of Foreign Governments
Committee of the Commons on the King's Speech
Defeat of the Government
Second Defeat of the Government; the King reprimands the Commons
Coke committed by the Commons for Disrespect to the King
Opposition to the Government in the Lords; the Earl of Devonshire
The Bishop of London
Viscount Mordaunt
Prorogation
Trials of Lord Gerard and of Hampden
Trial of Delamere
Effect of his Acquittal
Parties in the Court; Feeling of the Protestant Tories
Publication of Papers found in the Strong Box of Charles II.
Feeling of the respectable Roman Catholics
Cabal of violent Roman Catholics; Castlemaine
Jermyn; White; Tyrconnel
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Turkish and Other Baths
A Guide to Good Health and Longevity
By Gordon Stables
Illustrations by Messrs Allen
Published by Dean and Son, London.
Turkish and Other Baths, by Gordon Stables.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
TURKISH AND OTHER BATHS, BY GORDON STABLES.
PREFACE.
No apology surely is needed for a work like this, and its preface need
be but brief. Small is the book, in size little more than a pamphlet;
yet mayhap it contains hints that will not be thrown away on any reader,
and may be invaluable to many who wish to secure health, long life and
happiness.
The Author.
Christmas Morning, 1882.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE SKIN--ITS USES AND GREAT IMPORTANCE IN THE ANIMAL ECONOMY.
Apart from any consideration of the bath as a remedial measure, in cases
of disease, its importance as an agent for preserving the health, and
granting to those who use it judiciously a reasonable hope of long life,
cannot easily be over-estimated. But in order to understand properly
the beneficial action of baths on the system, we must have some little
knowledge of the physiology of the skin. Without such knowledge, all
arguments that we could adduce in favour of the constant use of the bath
in some shape or form, would be of the _post hoc propter hoc_ kind, and
therefore of little value.
What, then, we may ask, are the uses of the skin, for what ends has
Nature designed it, and what is its _modus operandi_? Briefly stated,
the uses of the skin are as follows:--Firstly, it covers and protects
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FAMOUS FROSTS AND FROST FAIRS.
_Number 389_
_Of Four-Hundred Copies printed._
[Illustration: FROST FAIR ON THE RIVER THAMES, IN 1814.]
FAMOUS FROSTS
AND
FROST FAIRS
IN
GREAT BRITAIN.
Chronicled from the Earliest to
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closely as possible. Many obvious errors in spelling and punctuation
have been corrected. Certain consistently used archaic spellings have
been retained (i.e. secresy, boquet, unforseen, caligraphy, caligrapher,
conjuror, etc.) A list of corrections made follows the etext.
Footnotes have been moved to the end of the text body.]
MEMOIRS
OF
ROBERT-HOUDIN
AMBASSADOR, AUTHOR, AND CONJURER.
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.
EDITED BY
DR. R. SHELTON MACKENZIE.
PHILADELPHIA:
GEO. G. EVANS, PUBLISHER,
NO. 439 CHESTNUT STREET.
1859.
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by
G. G. EVANS,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of
Pennsylvania.
STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY RINWALT & CO.,
34 SOUTH THIRD STREET.
EDITOR’S PREFACE.
A man may not only “take his own life,” by writing his autobiography,
without committing _felo de se_, but may carry himself into future time
by producing a book which the world will not willingly let die. This is
what M. Robert-Houdin, the greatest artist in what is called Conjuring,
has lately done in the remarkable book _Confidences d’un Prestigiteur_,
a faithful translation of which is here presented to the American
reading public. The work has had the greatest success in Europe, from
its lively style as well as the various information it contains,
historical and philosophical, on the practice and principles of
sleight-of-hand, and the other details, mental as well as mechanical,
which unite to make perfect the exhibition of White Magic, the antipodes
of what our forefathers knew, persecuted, and punished as the Black Art.
Houdin has been considered of such importance and interest in France,
that in Didot’s _Nouvelle Biographie Générale_, now in course of
publication at Paris, a whole page is given to him. From this memoir,
and from his own account in the pages which follow, we learn that he
was born at Blois, on the 6th December, 1805,--that his father, a
watchmaker in that city, gave him a good education at the College of
Orleans,--that his inclination for _escamotage_ (or juggling) was so
decided as to make him averse to pursue his father’s trade,--that he
early exhibited great taste for mechanical inventions, which he so
successfully cultivated that, at the Paris Exhibition of 1844, he was
awarded a medal for the ingenious construction of several
automata,--that, having studied the displays of the great masters on the
art of juggling, he opened a theatre of his own, in the Palais Royal in
Paris, to which his celebrated _soirées fantastiques_ attracted
crowds,--that, in 1848, when the Revolution had ruined all theatrical
speculations in Paris, he visited London, where his performances at St.
James’s Theatre were universally attractive and lucrative,--that he made
a tour through Great Britain with equal success, returning to Paris when
France had settled down quietly under the rule of a President,--that he
subsequently visited many other parts of Europe, every where received
with distinction and applause,--that at the Great Parisian Exhibition of
1855, he was awarded the gold medal for his scientific application of
electricity to clocks,--that, shortly after, he closed ten years of
active public life by relinquishing his theatre to Mr. Hamilton, his
brother-in-law, retiring with a well-earned competency to Blois,--and
that, in 1857, at the special request of the French Government, which
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JOAN OF ARC
The Warrior Maid
By Lucy Foster Madison
author of "The Peggy Owen Books"
With Illustrations & Decorations by
Frank E Schoonover
The Penn Publishing Company
Philadelphia
1919
COPYRIGHT 1918 BY
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
Joan of Arc
[Illustration: THE WARRIOR MAID]
INTRODUCTION
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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOLUME 93.
AUGUST 6, 1887.
* * * * *
ALL IN PLAY.
DEAR MR. PUNCH,
Now that your own particular theatrical adviser and follower, Mr. NIBBS,
has left London for a trip abroad, I venture to address you on matters
dramatic. I am the more desirous of so doing because, although the
Season is nearly over, two very important additions have been made to
the London playhouse programme--two additions that have hitherto escaped
your eagle glance. I refer, Sir, to _The Doctor_ at the Globe, and _The
Colonel_ at the Comedy--both from the pen of a gentleman who (while I am
writing this in London) is partaking of the waters at Royat. Mr. BURNAND
is to be congratulated upon the success that has attended both
productions. I had heard rumours that _The Doctor_ had found some
difficulty in establishing himself (or rather herself, because I am
talking of a lady) satisfactorily in Newcastle Street, Strand. It was
said that she required practice, but when I attended her consulting-room
the other evening, I found the theatre full of patients, who were
undergoing a treatment that may be described (without any particular
reference to marriages or "the United States") as "a merry cure." I was
accompanied by a young gentleman fresh from school, and at first felt
some alarm on his account, as his appreciation of the witty dialogue
with which the piece abounds was so intense that he threatened more than
once to die of laughing.
[Illustration: "How happy could he be with either."]
I have never seen a play "go" better--rarely so well. The heroine--the
"_Doctoresse_"--was played with much effect and discretion by Miss
ENSON, a lady for whom I prophesy a bright future. Mr. PENLEY was
excellent in a part that fitted him to perfection. Both Miss VICTOR, as
a "strong woman," and Mr. HILL, as--well, himself,--kept the pit in
roars. The piece is more than a farce. The first two Acts are certainly
farcical, but there is a touch of pathos in the last scene which reminds
one that there is a close relationship between smiles and tears. And
here let me note that the company in the private boxes, even when most
heartily laughing, were still in tiers. As a rule the Doctor is not a
popular person, but at the Globe she is sure to be always welcome. Any
one suffering from that very distressing and prevalent malady, "the
Doleful Dumps," cannot do better than go to Newcastle Street for a
speedy cure.
The _Colonel_ at the Comedy is equally at home, and, on the occasion of
his revival, was received with enthusiasm. Mr. BRUCE has succeeded Mr.
COGHLAN in the title _role_, and plays just as well as his predecessor.
Mr. HERBERT is the original _Forester_, and the rest of the _dramatis
personae_ are worthy of the applause bestowed upon them. To judge from
the laughter that followed every attack upon the aesthetic fad, the
"Greenery Yallery Gallery" is as much to the front as ever--a fact, by
the way, that was amply demonstrated at the _Soiree_ of the Royal
Academy, where "passionate Brompton" was numerously represented.
[Illustration: The Colonel.]
_The Bells of Hazlemere_ seem to be ringing in large audiences at the
Adelphi, although the piece is not violently novel in its plot or
characters. Mrs. BERNARD-BEERE ceases to die "every evening" at the end
of this week at the Opera Comique until November. I peeped in, a few
days since, just before the last scene of _As in a Looking-Glass_, and
found the talented lady on the point of committing her nightly suicide.
Somehow I missed the commencement of the self-murder, and thus could not
satisfactorily account for her dying until I noticed that a double-bass
was moaning piteously. Possibly this double-bass made Mrs. BERNARD-BEERE
wish to die--it certainly created the same desire on my part. Believe
me, yours sincerely,
ONE WHO HAS GONE TO PIECES.
* * * * *
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THE MAN
WHOM THE TREES LOVED
ALGERNON BLACKWOOD
1912
~I~
He painted trees as by some special divining instinct of their essential
qualities. He understood them. He knew why in an oak forest, for
instance, each individual was utterly distinct from its fellows, and why
no two beeches in the whole world were alike. People asked him down to
paint a favorite lime or silver birch, for he caught the individuality
of a tree as some catch the individuality of a horse. How he managed it
was something of a puzzle, for he never had painting lessons, his
drawing was often wildly inaccurate, and, while his perception of a Tree
Personality was true and vivid, his rendering of it might almost
approach the ludicrous. Yet the character and personality of that
particular tree stood there alive beneath his brush-- | 112.066911 | 419 |
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LIBRARY BOOKBINDING
Library Bookbinding
by Arthur L. Bailey
_Librarian Wilmington_ (_Delaware_) _Institute Free Library_
Illustration
THE H. W. WILSON COMPANY
White Plains, N. Y., and New York City
1916
Published May, 1916
Copyright, 1916
By The H. W. Wilson Company
PREFACE
It has been the purpose of the writer in these chapters on library
bookbinding to set forth as clearly as possible the best information
relating to processes, materials, routine and various other lesser
matters pertaining to bookbinding which must be taken into consideration
by librarians, or by assistants in charge of binding departments.
Although much of this information exists elsewhere in printed form, it
is scattered through various books and articles. In some respects,
therefore, this book is a gathering together of scattered material. It
is hoped, however, that there is enough new material to make the book of
interest to those who deal daily with binding problems, and that the
book as a whole may help to solve some of the questions relating to
binding in libraries both large and small.
Most books on binding and all books on library binding have devoted some
space to paper, its composition, manufacture, finish and use. As the
subject is so fully dealt with elsewhere it has not been included here.
Those who are interested will find full information in the technical
books on paper, in Mr. Dana's "Notes on book binding for libraries," and
in Messrs. Coutts and Stephen's "Manual of library binding." There is
also an excellent article on wood pulp paper in the Scientific American
of October 4, 1913.
Nor has it seemed desirable to include chapters on commercial binding
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A HISTORY OF
MEDIAEVAL JEWISH PHILOSOPHY
BY
ISAAC HUSIK, A.M., PH.D.
ASSISTANT PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY IN THE UNIVERSITY
OF PENNSYLVANIA
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1916
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1916
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
Set up and electrotyped. Published October, 1916.
This book is issued by the Macmillan Company in conjunction with the
Jewish Publication Society of America.
TO
SOLOMON SOLIS COHEN, M.D.
AS A TOKEN
OF
GRATITUDE AND ESTEEM
PREFACE
No excuse is needed for presenting to the English reader a History of
Mediæval Jewish Philosophy. The English language, poor enough in books
on Jewish history and literature, can boast of scarcely anything at all
in the domain of Jewish Philosophy. The Jewish Encyclopedia has no
article on Jewish Philosophy, and neither has the eleventh edition of
the Encyclopedia Britannica. Hastings' Encyclopedia of Religion and
Ethics will have a brief article on the subject from the conscientious
and able pen of Dr. Henry Malter, but of books there is none. But while
this is due to several causes, chief among them perhaps being that
English speaking people in general and Americans in particular are more
interested in positive facts than in tentative speculations, in concrete
researches than in abstract theorizing--there are ample signs that here
too a change is coming, and in many spheres we are called upon to
examine our foundations with a view to making our superstructure deep
and secure as well as broad and comprehensive. And this is nothing else
than philosophy. Philosophical studies are happily on the increase in
this country and more than one branch of literary endeavor is beginning
to feel its influence. And with the increase of books and researches in
the history of the Jews is coming an awakening to the fact that the
philosophical and rationalistic movement among the Jews in the middle
ages is well worth study, influential as it was in forming Judaism as a
religion and as a theological and ethical system.
But it is not merely the English language that is still wanting in a
general history of Mediæval Jewish Philosophy, the German, French and
Italian languages are no better off in this regard. For while it is true
that outside of the Hebrew and Arabic sources, German books and
monographs are the _sine qua non_ of the student who wishes to
investigate the philosophical movement in mediæval Jewry, and the
present writer owes very much to the researches of such men as Joel,
Guttmann, Kaufmann and others, it nevertheless remains true that there
is as yet no complete history of the subject for the student or the
general reader. The German writers have done thorough and distinguished
work in expounding individual thinkers and problems, they have gathered
a complete and detailed bibliography of Jewish philosophical writings in
print and in manuscript, they have edited and translated and annotated
the most important philosophical texts. France has also had an important
share in these fundamental undertakings, but for some reason neither the
one nor the other has so far undertaken to present to the general
student and non-technical reader the results of their researches.
What was omitted by the German, French and English speaking writers was
accomplished by a scholar who wrote in Hebrew. Dr. S. Bernfeld has
written in Hebrew under the title "Daat Elohim" (The Knowledge of God) a
readable sketch of Jewish Religious philosophy from Biblical times down
to "Ahad Haam." A German scholar (now in America), Dr. David Neumark of
Cincinnati, has undertaken on a very large scale a History of Jewish
Philosophy in the Middle Ages, of which only a beginning has been made
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A RELIC
OF THE
REVOLUTION,
CONTAINING A FULL AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF
THE SUFFERINGS AND PRIVATIONS OF ALL THE
AMERICAN PRISONERS
CAPTURED ON THE HIGH SEAS, AND CARRIED INTO
PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND, DURING THE
REVOLUTION OF 1776;
With the Names of the Vessels taken—the Names and Residence of
the several Crews, and time of their Commitment—the Names
of such as died in Prison, and such as made their Escape,
or entered on board English Men-of-War;
until the exchange of prisoners,
March 15, 1779.
ALSO,
AN ACCOUNT OF THE SEVERAL CRUISES OF THE
SQUADRON UNDER THE COMMAND OF
COMMODORE JOHN PAUL JONES,
PRIZES TAKEN, ETC., ETC.
-------
BY CHARLES HERBERT, OF NEWBURYPORT, MASS.
Who was taken prisoner in the Brigantine Dolton, Dec., 1776,
and served in the U.S. Frigate Alliance, 1779-80.
-------
BOSTON:
PUBLISHED FOR THE PROPRIETOR, BY
_CHARLES H. PEIRCE._
1847.
---------------------------------------------------------
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847,
BY RICHARD LIVSEY,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
---------------------------------------------------------
Stereotyped and Printed
By George C. Rand and Company,
No. 3 Cornhill, Boston.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
The Dolton sailed—Was taken—Breach of Honor—Disagreeable
Lodgings—Advantage of being Small—A Report—English
Women—Royal Salute—Removed—A Prize brought in—Daily
Allowance on board His Majesty’s Ships—The Charming
Sally—Orders. 17
CHAPTER II.
Disease and Vermin—Reports—Pressed Men—Removal to the
Tarbay—Cold Berth—Sickness prevails—General Lee—A
Friend—An Act of Parliament—Removal for better—Better
Quarters—Special Favors—Liberal Distribution—Great
Contrast—A good Friend—Sickness increases. 22
CHAPTER III.
Death of E. Hunt—Gets the privilege to Work—Good Pay—Act of
Parliament—Poetry—A Captain’s Compliments—Wish granted—A
Report—Paper—A Prize—Prayers on board—A
Privilege—Reckoning—Critical
Situation—Small-Pox—Visitors—Report from America—Small-Pox
prevails—Captain Rowe—Ship Nancy taken—Terrible
Punishment—Carried to the Hospital—Treatment for Itch. 27
CHAPTER IV.
Royal Hospital Buildings—An Adventure—Taken down with
Small-Pox—Three Prisoners Escape—Re-taken—Severe
Sickness—Second Death—Joseph Hatch—Recovery—Kind attention
of the Nurses—Samuel Shriggins, the third of the company,
died—Attempt to Escape. 34
CHAPTER V.
Fourth Death—Captain Brown’s Escape—His Men sent to
Prison—Discharge from the Hospital—Yellow Fever—Fifth
Death—Cruelty to the Dead—Examination—Commitment to
Prison—Prison Allowance—Hunger—Prison Employments—Charity
Box—Hard Fare—Guard Alarmed—Friendly Visitors—A Mean
Trick. 40
CHAPTER VI.
More Prisoners—A Present—Visit from American
Gentlemen—Black-Hole—Fleet of Transports for
America—Prisoners Escape—Death—Prospect of War with
France—First Breach in the Prison Wall—Fox Frigate taken
by the Hancock—A Newspaper—Number of Prisoners—Escape of
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ADVENTURES
IN
Shadow-Land.
CONTAINING
Eva's Adventures in Shadow-Land.
By MARY D. NAUMAN.
AND
The Merman and The Figure-Head.
By CLARA F. GUERNSEY.
TWO VOLUMES IN ONE.
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS._
PHILADELPHIA
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HISTORIC GHOSTS
AND
GHOST HUNTERS
HISTORIC GHOSTS
AND
GHOST HUNTERS
BY
H. ADDINGTON BRUCE
_Author of "The Riddle of Personality"_
NEW YORK
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
1908
_Copyright_, 1908, _by_
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
NEW YORK
***
_Published, September, 1908_
_The Plimpton Press Norwood Mass. U.S.A._
To
THE MEMORY OF MY FRIEND
JOHN J. HENRY
CONTENTS
PAGE
PREFACE ix
I. THE DEVILS OF LOUDUN 1
II. THE DRUMMER OF TEDWORTH 17
III. THE HAUNTING OF THE WESLEYS 36
IV. THE VISIONS OF EMANUEL SWEDENBORG 56
V. THE COCK LANE GHOST 81
VI. THE GHOST SEEN BY LORD BROUGHAM 102
VII. THE SEERESS OF PREVORST 120
VIII. THE MYSTERIOUS MR. HOME 143
IX. THE WATSEKA WONDER 171
X. A MEDIEVAL GHOST HUNTER 198
XI. GHOST HUNTERS OF YESTERDAY AND TO-DAY 216
PREFACE
The following pages represent in the main a discussion of certain
celebrated mysteries, as viewed in the light of the discoveries set
forth in the writer's earlier work "The Riddle of Personality."
That dealt, it may briefly be recalled, with the achievements of those
scientists whose special endeavor it is to illumine the nature of human
personality. On the one hand, it reviewed the work of the
psychopathologists, or investigators of abnormal mental life; and, on
the other hand, the labors of the psychical researchers, those
enthusiastic and patient explorers of the seemingly supernormal in human
experience. Emphasis was laid on the fact that the two lines of inquiry
are more closely interrelated than is commonly supposed, and that the
discoveries made in each aid in the solution of problems apparently
belonging exclusively in the other.
To this phase of the subject the writer now returns. The problems under
examination are, all of them, problems in psychical research: yet, as
will be found, the majority in no small measure depend for elucidation
on facts brought to light by the psychopathologists. Of course, it is
not claimed that the last word has here been said with respect to any
one of these human enigmas. But it is believed that, thanks to the
knowledge gained by the investigations of the past quarter of a century,
approximately correct solutions have been reached; and that, in any
event, it is by no means imperative to regard the phenomena in question
as inexplicable, or as explicable only on a spiritistic basis.
Before attempting to solve the problems, it manifestly was necessary to
state them. In doing this the writer has sought to present them in a
readable and attractive form, but without any distortion or omission of
material facts.
H. ADDINGTON BRUCE.
BROOKLINE, N. H., July, 1908.
I
THE DEVILS OF LOUDUN
Loudun is a small town in France about midway between the ancient and
romantic cities of Tours and Poitiers. To-day it is an exceedingly
unpretentious and an exceedingly sleepy place; but in the seventeenth
century it was in vastly better estate. Then its markets, its shops, its
inns, lacked not business. Its churches were thronged with worshipers.
Through its narrow streets proud noble and prouder ecclesiastic, thrifty
merchant and active artisan, passed and repassed in an unceasing stream.
It was rich in points of interest, preeminent among which were its
castle and its convent. In the castle the stout-hearted Loudunians found
a refuge and a stronghold against the ambitions of the feudal lords and
the tyranny of the crown. To its convent, pleasantly situated in a grove
of time-honored trees, they sent their children to be educated.
It is to the convent that we must turn our steps; for it was from the
convent that the devils were let loose to plague the good people of
Loudun. And in order to understand the course of events, we must first
make ourselves acquainted with its history. Very briefly, then, it, like
many other institutions of its kind, was a product of the Catholic
counter-reformation designed to stem the rising tide of Protestantism.
It came into being in 1616, and was of the Ursuline order, which had
been introduced into France not many years earlier. From the first it
proved a magnet for the daughters of the nobility, and soon boasted a
goodly complement of nuns.
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OF THE MOST MODERN OF THE GERMAN _UNTERSEEBOOTEN_"]
The Fight for Constantinople
A Story of the Gallipoli Peninsula
BY
PERCY F. WESTERMAN
Author of "The Dispatch-Riders" "The Sea-girt Fortress" "When East
Meets West" "Captured at Tripoli" &c. &c.
_Illustrated by W. E. Wigfull_
BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY
Contents
CHAP.
I. Under Sealed Orders
II. Cleared for Action
III. The Demolition Party
IV. Trapped in The Magazine
V. A Dash up The Narrows
VI. To The Rescue
VII. The "Hammerer's" Whaler
VIII. A Prisoner of War
IX. In Captivity
X. A Bid for Freedom
XI. A Modern Odyssey
XII. The German Submarine
XIII. Torpedoed
XIV. Through Unseen Perils
XV. Disabled
XVI. A Daring Stroke
XVII. Within Sight of Constantinople
XVIII. A Midnight Encounter
XIX. The Sub to the Rescue
XX. Saving the Old "Hammerer"
Illustrations
"Floating serenely on the surface was a submarine; one of
the most modern of the German _Unterseebooten_... _Frontispiece_
"The '_Calder_' held grimly and swiftly on her way"
"With a well-directed blow Dick planted his clenched fist squarely
upon the point of the Major's chin"
"Before the Turkish irregulars could penetrate the deception the
two British officers were through"
"The two seamen hauled him into safety"
THE FIGHT FOR CONSTANTINOPLE
CHAPTER I
Under Sealed Orders
"Dick, my boy, here are your marching orders," announced Colonel
Crosthwaite, holding up a telegram for his son's inspection.
"Marching orders, eh?" queried Sub-lieutenant Richard Crosthwaite with
a breezy laugh. "Hope it's something good."
"Can't get out of the old routine, Dick. I suppose I ought to call it
your appointment. It's to the _Hammerer_. Why, my boy, you don't look
very happy about it: what's up?"
"Nothing much, pater," replied the Sub, as he strove to conceal the
shade of disappointment that flitted over his features. "I must take
whatever is given me without demur----"
"Of course," promptly interposed his parent. "That's duty all the
world over."
"But at the same time I had hoped to get something, well--something not
altogether approaching the scrap-iron stage."
"Yes, the _Hammerer_ is a fairly old craft, I'll admit," said Colonel
Crosthwaite. "I've just looked her up in Brassey's----"
"Launched in 1895, completed during the following year; of 14,900 tons;
has a principal armament of four 12-inch guns, and a secondary battery
of twelve 6-inch," added Dick, who had the details of most vessels of
H.M. Navy and many foreign Powers at his fingers' ends. "She's a
weatherly old craft, but it isn't likely she'll take part in an action
with the German High Seas Fleet, when it does come out of the Kiel
Canal. Things are fairly quiet in the North Sea, except for a few
isolated destroyer actions, and, of course, the _Blücher_ business.
Aboard the _Hammerer_--one of the last line of defence--the chance of
smelling powder will be a rotten one."
"In the opinion of those in authority, Dick, these ships are wanted,
and officers and men must be found to man them. Everyone cannot be in
the firing-line."
"I'm not grumbling exactly," explained Dick. "Only----"
"Grumbling just a little," added his father. "Well, my boy, you may
get your chance yet. War was ever a strange thing for placing unknowns
in the limelight, and this war in particular. Now buck up and get your
kit together. It will mean an all-night railway journey, since you've
to join your ship at Portsmouth at 9 a.m. to-morrow."
Dick Crosthwaite was on ten days' leave, after "paying off" the old
_Seasprite_. The outbreak of war had been responsible for his fairly
rapid promotion, and having put in seven months as a midshipman on
board the light cruiser _Seasprite_--which had been engaged in patrol
work in the North Sea--he found himself promoted to Acting
Sub-lieutenant.
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The Sylphs of the Seasons with Other Poems.
By
W. Allston.
Contents.
The Sylphs of the Seasons; a Poet's Dream
The Two Pointers; a Tale
Eccentricity
The Paint King
Myrtilla: addressed to a Lady, who lamented that she had never been in love
To a Lady who spoke slightingly of Poets
Sonnet on a Falling Group in the Last Judgment of Michael Angelo, in the
Cappella Sistina
Sonnet on the Group of the Three Angels before the Tent of Abraham, by
Raffaelle, in the Vatican
Sonnet, on seeing the Picture of AEolus, by Peligrino Tibaldi, in the
Institute at Bologna
Sonnet on Rembrant; occasioned by his Picture of Jacob's Dream
Sonnet on the Luxembourg Gallery
Sonnet to my venerable Friend, the President of the Royal Academy
The Mad Lover at the Grave of his Mistress
First Love: a Ballad
The Complaint
Will, the Maniac: a Ballad
The Sylphs of the Seasons;
_A Poet's Dream._
Prefatory Note to The Sylphs of the Seasons.
As it may be objected to the following Poem, that some of the images there
introduced are not wholly peculiar to the Season described, the Author
begs leave to state, that, both in their selection and disposition, he was
guided by that, which, in his limited experience, was found to be the
Season of their greatest impression: and, though he has not always felt
the necessity of pointing out the collateral causes by which the effect
was increased, he yet flatters himself that, in general, they are
sufficiently implied either by what follows or precedes them. Thus, for
instance, the _running brook_, though by no means peculiar, is
appropriated to Spring; as affording by its motion and _seeming_
exultation one of the most lively images of that spirit of renovation
which animates the earth after its temporary suspension during the Winter.
By the same rule, is assigned to Summer the _placid lake_, &c. not because
that image is never seen, or enjoyed, at any other season; but on account
of its affecting us more in Summer, than either in the Spring, or in
Autumn; the indolence and languor generally then experienced disposing us
to dwell with particular delight on such an object of repose, not to
mention the grateful idea of coolness derived from a knowledge of its
temperature. Thus also the _evening cloud_, exhibiting a fleeting
representation of successive objects, is, perhaps, justly appropriated to
Autumn, as in that Season the general decay of inanimate nature leads the
mind to turn upon itself, and without effort to apply almost every image
of sense or vision of the imagination,* to its own transitory state.
If the above be admitted, it is needless to add more; if it be not, it
would be useless.
The Sylphs of the Seasons.
Long has it been my fate to hear
The slave of Mammon, with a sneer,
My indolence reprove.
Ah, little knows he of the care,
The toil, the hardship that I bear,
While lolling in my elbow-chair,
And seeming scarce to move:
For, mounted on the Poet's steed,
I _there_ my ceaseless journey speed
O'er mountain, wood, and stream:
And oft within a little day
'Mid comets fierce 'tis mine to stray,
And wander o'er the Milky-way
To catch a Poet's dream.
But would the Man of Lucre know
What riches from my labours flow?--
A DREAM is my reply.
And who for wealth has ever pin'd,
That had a World within his mind,
Where every treasure he may find,
And joys that never die!
One night, my task diurnal done,
(For I had travell'd with the Sun
O'er burning sands, o'er snows)
Fatigued, I sought the couch of rest;
My wonted pray'r to Heaven address'd;
But scarce had I my pillow press'd
When thus a vision rose.
Methought within a desert cave,
Cold, dark, and solemn as the grave,
I suddenly awoke.
It seem'd of sable Night the cell,
Where, save when from the ceiling fell
An oozing drop, her silent spell
No sound had ever broke.
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THE SUPPRESSED POEMS
OF
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
1830-1868
Edited By J.C. Thomson
Contents
EDITOR'S NOTE
TIMBUCTOO
POEMS CHIEFLY LYRICAL
i. The How and the Why
ii. The Burial of Love
iii. To ----
iv. Song _'I' the gloaming light'_
v. Song _'Every day hath its night'_
vi. Hero to Leander
vii. The Mystic
viii. The Grasshopper
ix. Love, Pride and Forgetfulness
x. Chorus _'The varied earth, the moving heaven'_
xi. Lost Hope
xii. The Tears of Heaven
xiii. Love and Sorrow
xiv. To a Lady sleeping
xv. Sonnet _'Could I outwear my present state of woe'_
xvi. Sonnet _'Though night hath climbed'_
xvii. Sonnet _'Shall the hag Evil die'_
xviii. Sonnet _'The pallid thunder stricken sigh for gain'_
xix. Love
xx. English War Song
xxi. National Song
xxii. Dualisms
xxiii. [Greek: ohi rheontes]
xxiv. Song _'The lintwhite and the throstlecock'_
CONTRIBUTIONS TO PERIODICALS, 1831-32
xxv. A Fragment
xxvi. Anacreontics
xxvii. _'O sad no more! O sweet no more'_
xxviii. Sonnet _'Check every outflash, every ruder sally'_
xxix. Sonnet _'Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh'_
xxx. Sonnet _'There are three things that fill my heart with sighs'_
POEMS, 1833
xxxi. Sonnet _'Oh beauty, passing beauty'_
xxxii. The Hesperides
xxxiii. Rosalind
xxxiv. Song _'Who can say'_
xxxv. Sonnet _'Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar'_
xxxvi. O Darling Room
xxxvii. To Christopher North
xxxviii. The Lotos-Eaters
xxxix. A Dream of Fair Women
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS AND CONTRIBUTIONS TO PERIODICALS, 1833-68
xl. Cambridge
xli. The Germ of 'Maud'
xlii. _'A gate and afield half ploughed'_
xliii. The Skipping-Rope
xliv. The New Timon and the Poets
xlv. Mablethorpe
xlvi. _'What time I wasted youthful hours'_
xlvii. Britons, guard your own
xlviii. Hands all round
xlix. Suggested by reading an article in a newspaper
l. _'God bless our Prince and Bride'_
li. The Ringlet
lii. Song _'Home they brought him slain with spears'_
liii. 1865-1866
THE LOVER'S TALE, 1833.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
_Note_
_To those unacquainted with Tennyson's conscientious methods, it may
seem strange that a volume of 160 pages is necessary to contain those
poems written and published by him during his active literary career,
and ultimately rejected as unsatisfactory. Of this considerable body
of verse, a great part was written, not in youth or old age, but while
Tennyson's powers were at their greatest. Whatever reasons may once
have existed for suppressing the poems that follow, the student of
English literature is entitled to demand that the whole body of
Tennyson's work should now be open, without restriction or impediment,
to the critical study to which the works of his compeers are
subjected._
_The bibliographical notes prefixed to the various poems give, in every
case, the date and medium of first publication._
_J.C.T._
=Timbuctoo=
A Poem Which Obtained The Chancellor's Medal At The
_Cambridge Commencement_ MDCCCXXIX
By
A. Tennyson
Of Trinity College
[Printed in Cambridge _Chronicle and Journal_ of Friday, July 10,
1829, and at the University Press by James Smith, among the
_Prolusiones Academicae Praemiis annuis dignatae et in Curia
Cantabrigiensi Recitatae Comitiis Maximis_, MDCCCXXIX. Republished in
_Cambridge Prize Poems_, 1813 to 1858, by Messrs. Macmillan in 1859,
without alteration; and in 1893 in the appendix to a reprint of _Poems
by Two Brothers_].
=Timbuctoo=
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RES JUDICATAE
_IN UNIFORM BINDING_
=ANDREW LANG=
Letters to Dead Authors $1 00
=AUGUSTINE BIRRELL=
Obiter Dicta--First Series 1 00
Obiter Dicta--Second Series 1 00
Res Judicatae 1 00
=W. E. HENLEY=
Views and Reviews--Literature 1 00
RES JUDICATAE
_PAPERS AND ESSAYS_
BY
AUGUSTINE BIRRELL AUTHOR OF 'OBITER DICTA,' ETC.
'It need hardly be added that such sentences do not any more
than the records of the superior courts conclude as to matters
which may or may not have been controverted.'--_See_ BLACKHAM'S
_Case I. Salkeld 290_
NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1892
COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS.
PREFACE
The first two essays in this volume were composed as lectures, and are
now printed for the first time; the others have endured that indignity
before. The papers on 'The Letters of Charles Lamb' and 'Authors in
Court' originally appeared in _Macmillan's Magazine_; and the short
essays entitled 'William Cowper' and 'George Borrow' in the _Reflector_,
a lively sheet which owed its existence to and derived its inspiration
from the energy and genius of the late Mr. J. K. Stephen, whose too
early death has not only eclipsed the gaiety of many gatherings, but has
robbed the country of the service of a noble and truth-loving man.
The other papers appeared either in _Scribner's Magazine_ or in the
columns of the _Speaker_ newspaper.
Although, by the kindness of my present publishers, I have always been
practically a 'protected article' in the States, I cannot help
expressing my pleasure in finding myself in the enjoyment of the same
modest rights as an author in the new home of my people as in the old.
A. B.
LINCOLN'S INN, LONDON.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. SAMUEL RICHARDSON 1
II. EDWARD GIBBON 39
III. WILLIAM COWPER 84
IV. GEORGE BORROW 115
V. CARDINAL NEWMAN 140
VI. MATTHEW ARNOLD 181
VII. WILLIAM HAZLITT 224
VIII. THE LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB 232
IX. AUTHORS IN COURT 253
X. NATIONALITY 274
XI. THE REFORMATION 284
XII. SAINTE-BEUVE 298
SAMUEL RICHARDSON
A LECTURE
It is difficult to describe mankind either in a book or in a breath, and
none but the most determined of philosophers or the most desperate of
cynics have attempted to do so, either in one way or the other. Neither
the philosophers nor the cynics can be said to have succeeded. The
descriptions of the former are not recognisable and therefore as
descriptions at all events, whatever may be their other merits, must be
pronounced failures; whilst those of the cynics describe something which
bears to ordinary human nature only the same sort of resemblance that
chemically polluted waters bear to the stream as it flows higher up than
the source of contamination, which in this case is the cynic himself.
But though it is hard to describe mankind, it is easy to distinguish
between people. You may do this in a great many different ways: for
example, and to approach my subject, there are those who can read
Richardson's novels, and those who cannot. The inevitable third-class
passenger, no doubt, presents himself and clamours for a ticket: I mean
the man or woman who has never tried. But even a lecturer should have
courage, and I say boldly that I provide no accommodation for that
person tonight. If he feels aggrieved, let him seek his
remedy--elsewhere.
* * * * *
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[Illustration: CABINET AQUARIUM.]
THE BOOK
OF
THE AQUARIUM
AND
WATER CABINET;
OR
Practical Instructions
ON THE FORMATION, STOCKING, AND MANAGEMENT, IN ALL
SEASONS, OF COLLECTIONS OF FRESH WATER AND
MARINE LIFE:
BY SHIRLEY HIBBERD,
AUTHOR OF "RUSTIC ADORNMENTS FOR HOMES OF TASTE," &c., &c.
LONDON:
GROOMBRIDGE & SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1856.
W. H. COLLINGRIDGE, PRINTER, 1, LONG LANE.
CONTENTS.
THE FRESH-WATER TANK.
PAGE
Chapter I.--What is an Aquarium? 6
The Name and the Object--Philosophy of the Aquarium.
Chapter II.--Proper Kinds of Vessels 10
Rectangular Tanks--Construction of Tanks--Warington's
Stope-back Tank--Bell Glasses and Vases--Stands for Vases.
Chapter III.--Fitting-up--Rockwork 17
The Bottom--Mould--Planting--The Water--Aspect.
Chapter IV.--Plants for the Aquarium 21
How to stock a Tank quickly--Selection of Plants--Water
Soldier--Starwort--Vallisneria--Anacharis--Myriophyllum--
Potamogeton--Nuphar Lutea--Pipewort--Utricularia--Isopelis--
Subularia--Ranunculus--Hydrocaris--Alisma--Lemna, &c.
Chapter V.--Fishes for the Aquarium 32
Cyprinus Carpio, Gibelio, Carassius, Auratus, Brama,
Leucisus, Rutilus, Alburnus, Phoxinus, Gobio, Tinca,
Barbus, Barbatula, Cephalus--Percidae--Gasterosteus.
Chapter VI.--Reptiles, Mollusks, and Insects 44
Chapter VII.--Selection of Stock 46
Chapter VIII.--General Management 48
Feeding--Confervae--Uses of Mollusks--Objections to
Mollusks--Use of Confervoid Growths--Periodical
Cleansing--Exhaustion of Oxygen--Temperature--Dead
Specimens--Disease of Fishes.
THE MARINE TANK.
Chapter I.--The Vessel 53
Points in which the Marine differs from the River Tank--
Stained Glass.
Chapter II.--Fitting-up 56
The Bottom--Rocks, Arches, and Caves--The Water--Artificial
Sea Water--Marine Salts--Management of Artificial Water--
Caution to the Uninitiated--Filtering.
Chapter III.--Collecting Specimens 66
Chapter IV.--The Plants 69
Chapter V.--The Animals 71
Fishes--Mollusks--Annelides--Zoophytes--Actinia
Mesembryanthemum--Anguicoma, Bellis, Gemmacea,
Crassicornis, Parasitica, Dianthus, &c.
Chapter VI.--What is an Anemone? 84
Chapter VII.--General Management 91
Grouping of Objects--Sulphuretted Hydrogen--Preservation
of the Water--Aeration--Filter--Decay of Plants--Death of
Anemones--Removal of Objects--Density of the Water--
Green Stain--Feeding--The Syphon--Purchase of Specimens.
THE WATER CABINET.
Chapter I.--Construction of Cabinets 101
Distinctions between the Cabinet and the Aquarium--
Construction of a Cabinet--Glasses.
Chapter II.--Collecting and Arranging Specimens 106
Implements for Collecting--Nets, Jars, and Phials--
Pond Fishing.
Chapter III.--The Stock 110
Chapter IV.--Larva 114
The Dragon Fly--The Gnat--The Case Fly.
Chapter V.--Coleoptera 130
Dytiscus Marginalis--Hydrous Piceus--Colymbetes--
Gyrinus Natator.
Chapter VI.--Heteroptera 139
Hydrometra--Notanecta, Nepa, &c.
Chapter VII.--The Frog--Notes on Management 140
LIST OF ENGRAVINGS.
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Myths of the Norsemen
From the Eddas and Sagas
By
H. A. Guerber
Author of "The Myths of Greece and Rome" etc.
London
George G. Harrap & Company
15 York Street Covent Garden
1909
Printed by Ballantyne & Co. Limited
Tavistock Street, Covent Garden, London
CONTENTS
Chap. Page
I. The Beginning 1
II. Odin 16
III. Frigga 42
IV. Thor 59
V. Tyr 85
VI. Bragi 95
VII. Idun 103
VIII. Nioerd 111
IX. Frey 117
X. Freya 131
XI. Uller 139
XII. Forseti 142
XIII. Heimdall 146
XIV. Hermod 154
XV. Vidar 158
XVI. Vali 162
XVII. The Norns 166
XVIII. The Valkyrs 173
XIX. Hel 180
XX. AEgir 185
XXI. Balder 197
XXII. Loki 216
XXIII. The Giants 230
XXIV. The Dwarfs 239
XXV. The Elves 246
XXVI. The Sigurd Saga 251
XXVII. The Frithiof Saga 298
XXVIII. The Twilight of the Gods 329
XXIX. Greek and Northern Mythologies--A Comparison 342
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Norsemen Landing in Iceland (Oscar Wergeland) Frontispiece
To face page
The Giant with the Flaming Sword (J. C. Dollman) 2
The Wolves Pursuing Sol and Mani (J. C. Dollman) 8
Odin (Sir E. Burne-Jones) 16
The Chosen Slain (K. Dielitz) 18
A Viking Foray (J. C. Dollman) 20
The Pied Piper of Hamelin (H. Kaulbach) 28
Odin (B. E. Fogelberg) 36
Frigga Spinning the Clouds (J. C. Dollman) 42
Tannhaeuser and Frau Venus (J. Wagrez) 52
Eastre (Jacques Reich) 54
Huldra's Nymphs (B. E. Ward) 58
Thor (B. E. Fogelberg) 60
Sif (J. C. Dollman) 64
Thor and the Mountain (J. C. Dollman) 72
A Foray (A. Malmstroem) 88
The Binding of Fenris (Dorothy Hardy) 92
Idun (B. E. Ward) 100
Loki and Thiassi (Dorothy Hardy) 104
Frey (Jacques Reich) 118
Freya (N. J. O. Blommer) 132
The Rainbow Bridge (H. Hendrich) 146
Heimdall (Dorothy Hardy) 148
Jarl (Albert Edelfelt) 152
The Norns (C. Ehrenberg) 166
The Dises (Dorothy Hardy) 170
The Swan-Maiden (Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I.) 174
The Ride of the Valkyrs (J. C. Dollman) 176
Brunhild and Siegmund (J. Wagrez) 178
The Road to Valhalla (Severin Nilsson) 182
AEgir (J. P. Molin) 186
Ran (M. E. Winge) 190
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THE CHILDREN’S LIBRARY
[Illustration]
_VOLUME ONE_
THE BROWN OWL
[Illustration]
_THE CHILDREN’S LIBRARY._
THE BROWN OWL.
THE CHINA CUP, AND OTHER STORIES.
STORIES FROM FAIRYLAND.
[Illustration]
THE
BROWN OWL
A Fairy Story
BY
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THE PINK FAIRY BOOK
By Various
Edited by Andrew Lang
Preface
All people in the world tell nursery tales to their children. The
Japanese tell them, the Chinese, the Red Indians by their camp fires,
the Eskimo in their dark dirty winter huts. The Kaffirs of South Africa
tell them, and the modern Greeks, just as the old Egyptians did, when
Moses had not been many years rescued out of the bulrushes. The Germans,
French, Spanish, Italians, Danes, Highlanders tell them also, and the
stories are apt to be like each other everywhere. A child who has read
the Blue and Red and Yellow Fairy Books will find some old friends with
new faces in the Pink Fairy Book, if he examines and compares. But the
Japanese tales will probably be new to the young student; the Tanuki is
a creature whose acquaintance he may not have made before. He may remark
that Andersen wants to 'point a moral,' as well as to 'adorn a tale; '
that he is trying to make fun of the follies of mankind, as they exist
in civilised countries. The Danish story of 'The Princess in the Chest'
need not be read to a very nervous child, as it rather borders on a
ghost story. It has been altered, and is really much more horrid in the
language of the Danes, who, as history tells us, were not a nervous or
timid people. I am quite sure that this story is not true. The other
Danish and Swedish stories are not alarming. They are translated by
Mr. W. A. Craigie. Those from the Sicilian (through the German) are
translated, like the African tales (through the French) and the Catalan
tales, and the Japanese stories (the latter through the German), and an
old French story, by Mrs. Lang. Miss Alma Alleyne did the stories from
Andersen, out of the German. Mr. Ford, as usual, has drawn the monsters
and mermaids, the princes and giants, and the beautiful princesses, who,
the Editor thinks, are, if possible, prettier than ever. Here, then, are
fancies brought from all quarters: we see that black, white, and yellow
peoples are fond of just the same kinds of adventures. Courage, youth,
beauty, kindness, have many trials, but they always win the battle;
while witches, giants, unfriendly cruel people, are on the losing hand.
So it ought to be, and so, on the whole, it is and will be; and that is
all the moral of fairy tales. We cannot all be young, alas! and pretty,
and strong; but nothing prevents us from being kind, and no kind man,
woman, or beast or bird, ever comes to anything but good in these oldest
fables of the world. So far all the tales are true, and no further.
Contents
The Cat's Elopement.
How the Dragon was Tricked
The Goblin and the Grocer
The House in the Wood
Uraschimataro and the Turtle
The Slaying of the Tanuki
The Flying Trunk
The Snow Man.
The Shirt-Collar
The Princess in the Chest
The Three Brothers
The Snow-queen
The Fir-Tree
Hans, the Mermaid's Son
Peter Bull
The Bird 'Grip'
Snowflake
I know what I have learned
The Cunning Shoemaker
The King who would have a Beautiful Wife
Catherine and her Destiny
How the Hermit helped to win the King's Daughter
The Water of Life
The Wounded Lion
The Man without a Heart
The Two Brothers
Master and Pupil
The Golden Lion
The Sprig of Rosemary
The White Dove
The Troll's Daughter
Esben and the Witch
Princess Minon-Minette
Maiden Bright-eye
The Merry Wives
King Lindorm
The Jackal, the Dove, and the Panther
The Little Hare
The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue
The Story of Ciccu
Don Giovanni de la Fortuna.
The Cat's Elopement
[From the Japanische Marchen und Sagen, von David Brauns (Leipzig:
Wilhelm Friedrich).]
Once upon a time there lived a cat of marvellous beauty, with a skin as
soft and shining as silk, and wise green eyes, that could see even in
the dark. His name was Gon, and he belonged to a music teacher, who
was so fond and proud of him that he would not have parted with him for
anything in the world.
Now not far from the music master's house there dwelt a lady who
possessed a most lovely little pussy cat called Koma. She was such a
little dear altogether, and blinked her eyes so daintily, and ate her
supper so tidily, and when she had finished she licked her pink nose so
delicately with her little tongue, that her mistress was never tired of
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[**Transcriber's notes:
italics represented by underscores e.g. _italics_
bold represented by $ e.g. $bold$
ligatures by [OE] e.g. [OE]dipus
Letters with Diacritical Marks are rendered according to
the following table:
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
diacritical mark | sample | above | below
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
macron (straight line) | _ | [=x] | [x=]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
2 dots (dieresis, umlaut) | | [:x] | [x:]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
1 dot | . | [.x] | [x.]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
grave accent | ` | [`x] | [x`]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
acute accent (aigu) | ' | ['x] | [x']
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
circumflex | ^ | [^x] | [x^]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
caron (v-shaped symbol) | v | [vx] | [xv]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
breve (u-shaped symbol) | u | [)x] | [x)]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
tilde | ~ | [~x] | [x~]
-----------------------------------+-----------+---------+----------
cedilla | , | [,x] | [x,]
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The city of Terracina was mispelled Terracino in paragraph 9,
section 3 of the Introduction
end of transcriber's notes**]
[Illustration: John Andrew & Son, Sc.
PERICLES
_British Museum, London_]
The Riverside Art Series
GREEK SCULPTURE
A COLLECTION OF SIXTEEN PICTURES
OF GREEK MARBLES
WITH INTRODUCTION AND
INTERPRETATION
BY
ESTELLE M. HURLL
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT 1901, BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PREFACE
Within the limits of this small collection of pictures an attempt is
made to bring together as great a variety of subjects as possible.
Portraiture is illustrated in the statue of Sophocles and the bust of
Pericles, _genre_ studies in the Apoxyomenos and Discobolus, bas-relief
work in the panel from the Parthenon frieze and the Orpheus and
Eurydice, and ideal heads and statues in the representations of the
divinities. Both the Greek treatment of the nude and the Greek
management of drapery have due attention.
As classic literature is the best interpreter of Greek sculpture, the
text draws freely from such original sources as the Iliad and the
Odyssey, the Homeric hymns, and Ovid's Metamorphoses.
ESTELLE M. HURLL.
NEW BEDFORD, MASS.
January, 1901.
CONTENTS AND LIST OF PICTURES
PERICLES (_Frontispiece_)
From original in British Museum
INTRODUCTION
I. ON SOME CHARACTERISTICS OF GREEK SCULPTURE vii
II. ON BOOKS OF REFERENCE x
III. HISTORICAL DIRECTORY OF THE MARBLES REPRODUCED
IN THIS COLLECTION xi
I. BUST OF ZEUS OTRICOLI 1
Picture from Photograph by Fratelli Alinari
II. ATHENA GIUSTINIANA (MINERVA MEDICA) 7
Picture from Photograph by D. Anderson
III. HORSEMEN FROM THE PARTHENON FRIEZE 13
Picture from Photograph by the London Stereoscopic
Co.
IV. BUST OF HERA (JUNO) 19
Picture from Photograph by D. Anderson
V. THE APOXYOMENOS 25
Picture from Photograph by D. Anderson
VI. HEAD OF THE APOLLO BELVEDERE 31
Picture from Photograph by D. Anderson
VII. DEMETER (CERES) 37
Picture from Photograph by D. Anderson
VIII. THE FAUN OF PRAXITELES 43
Picture from Photograph by Fratelli | 114.764084 | 433 |
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Weymouth New Testament in Modern Speech, 1 John
Third Edition 1913
R. F. Weymouth
Book 62 1 John
001:001 That which was from the beginning, which we have listened to,
which we have seen with our own eyes, and our own hands
have handled concerning the Word of Life--
001:002 the Life was manifested, and we have seen and bear witness,
and we declare unto you the Life of the Ages which was with
the Father and was manifested to us--
001:003 that which we have seen and listened to we now announce to you also,
in order that you also may have fellowship in it with us,
and this fellowship with us is fellowship with the Father
and with His Son Jesus Christ.
001:004 And we write these things in order that our joy may
be made complete.
001:005 This is the Message which we have heard from the Lord Jesus
and now deliver to you--God is Light, and in Him there
is no darkness.
001:006 If, while we are living in darkness, we profess to have
fellowship with Him, we speak falsely and are not adhering
to the truth.
001:007 But if we live in the light as He is in the light, we have
fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, His Son,
cleanses us from all sin.
001:008 If we claim to be already free from sin, we lead ourselves
astray and the truth has no place in our hearts.
001:009 If we confess our sins, He is so faithful and just that He
forgives us our sins and cleanses us from all unrighteousness.
001:010 If we deny that we have sinned, we make Him a liar,
and His Message has no place in our hearts.
002:001 Dear children, I write thus to you in order that you may not sin.
If any one sins, we have an Advocate with the Father--Jesus Christ
the righteous;
002:002 and He is an atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not for ours only,
but also for the sins of the whole world.
002:003 And by this we may know that we know Him--if we obey His commands.
002:004 He who professes to know Him, and yet does not obey His commands,
is a liar, and the truth has no place in his heart.
002:005 But whoever obeys His Message, in him love for God has in
very deed reached perfection. By this we can know that we
are in Him.
002:006 The man who professes to be continuing in Him is himself
also bound to live as He lived.
002:007 My dearly-loved friends, it is no new command that I am
now giving you, but an old command which you have had from
the very beginning. By the old command I mean the teaching
which you have already received.
002:008 And yet I *am* giving you a new command, for such it
really is, so far as both He and you are concerned:
because the darkness is now passing away and the light,
the true light, is already beginning to shine.
002:009 Any one who professes to be in the light and yet hates his
brother man is still in darkness.
002:010 He who loves his brother man continues in the light, and his
life puts no stumbling-block in the way of others.
002:011 But he who hates his brother man is in darkness and is
walking in darkness; and he does not know where he is going--
because the darkness has blinded his eyes.
002:012 I am writing to you, dear children, because for His sake
your sins are forgiven you.
002:013 I am writing to you, fathers, because you know Him who has
existed from the very beginning. I am writing to you,
young men, because you have overcome the Evil one.
I have written to you, children, because you know the Father.
002:014 I have written to you, fathers, because you know Him who has
existed from the very beginning. I have written to you,
young men, because you are strong and God's Message still has
a place in your hearts, and you have overcome the Evil one.
002:015 Do not love the world, nor the things in the world.
If any one loves the world, there is no love in his heart
for the Father.
002:016 For the things in the world--the cravings of the earthly nature,
the cravings of the eyes, the show and pride of life--
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THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
VOL. 10, No. 264.] SATURDAY, JULY 14, 1827. [PRICE 2d.
* * * * *
ARCHITECTURAL ILLUSTRATIONS.
NEW CHURCH, REGENT'S PARK.
[Illustration]
The architectural splendour which has lately developed itself in and
about the precincts of the parish of St. Mary-le-Bonne, exhibits a most
surprising and curious contrast with the former state of this part of
London; and more particularly when compared with accounts extracted from
newspapers of an early date.
Mary-le-Bonne parish is estimated to contain more than ten thousand
houses, and one hundred thousand inhabitants. In the plans of London, in
1707, it was a small village one mile distant from the Metropolis,
separated by fields--the scenes of robbery and murder. The following
from a newspaper of 1716:--"On Wednesday last, four gentlemen were
robbed and stripped in the fields between Mary-le-Bonne and London." The
"Weekly Medley," of 1718, says, "Round about the New Square which is
building near Tyburn road, there are so many other edifices, that a
whole magnificent city seems to be risen out of the ground in a way
which makes one wonder how it should find a new set of inhabitants. It
is said it is to be called by the name of _Hanover Square!_ On the other
side is to be built another square, called Oxford Square." From the same
article I have also extracted the dates of many of the different
erections, which may prove of benefit to your architectural readers, as
tending to show the progressive improvement made in the private
buildings of London, and showing also the style of building adopted at
later periods. Indeed, I would wish that some of your correspondents--
_F.R.Y._, or _P.T.W._, for instance, would favour us with a _list of
dates_ answering this purpose. Rathbone-place and John-street (from
Captain Rathbone) began 1729. Oxford market opened 1732. Newman-street
and Berners-street, named from the builders, between 1723 and 1775.
Portland-place and street, 1770. Portman-square, 1764. Portman-place,
1770. Stratford-place, five years later, on the site of Conduit Mead,
built by Robert Stratford, Esq. This had been the place whereon stood
the banquetting house for the lord mayor and aldermen, when they visited
the neighbouring nine conduits which then supplied the city with water.
Cumberland-place, 1769. Manchester-square the year after.
Previous to entering upon an architectural description of the superb
buildings recently erected in the vicinity of Regency Park, I shall
confine myself at present to that object that first arrests the
attention at the entrance, which is the church; it has been erected
under the commissioners for building new churches. The architect is J.
Soane, Esq. There is a pleasing originality in this gentleman's
productions; the result of extensive research among the architectural
beauties of the ancients, together with a peculiar happy mode of
distributing his lights and shadows; producing in the greatest degree
picturesque effect: these are peculiarities essentially his own, and
forming in no part a copy of the works of any other architect in the
present day. The church in question by no means detracts from his merit
in these particulars. The principal front consists of a portico of four
columns of the Ionic order, approached by a small flight of steps; on
each side is a long window, divided into two heights by a stone transum
(panelled). Under the lower window is a raised panel also; and in the
flank of the building the plinth is furnished with openings; each of the
windows is filled with ornamental iron-work, for the purpose of
ventilating the vaults or catacombs. The flank of the church has a
central projection, occupied by antae, and six insulated Ionic columns;
the windows in the inter-columns are in the same style as those in
front; the whole is surmounted by a balustrade. The tower is in two
heights; the lower part has eight columns of the Corinthian order.
Example taken from the temple of Vesta, at Tivoli; these columns, with
their stylobatae and entablature, project, and give a very extraordinary
relief in the perspective view of the building. The upper part consists
of a circular peristyle of six columns; the example apparently taken
from the portico of the octagon tower of Andronicus Cyrrhestes, or tower
of the winds, from the summit of which rises a conical dome, surmounted
by the Vane. The more minute detail may be seen by the annexed drawing.
The prevailing ornament is the Grecian fret.
Mr. Soane, during his long practice in the profession, has erected very
few churches, and it appears that he is endeavouring to rectify failings
that seem insurmountable in the present style of architecture,--that of
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VOLUME IV.
WORKS OF PLOTINOS.
PLOTINOS
Complete Works
In Chronological Order, Grouped in Four Periods;
With
BIOGRAPHY by PORPHYRY, EUNAPIUS, & SUIDAS,
COMMENTARY by PORPHYRY,
ILLUSTRATIONS by JAMBLICHUS & AMMONIUS,
STUDIES in Sources, Development, Influence;
INDEX of Subjects, Thoughts and Words.
by
KENNETH SYLVAN GUTHRIE,
Professor in Extension, University of the South, Sewanee;
A.M., Sewanee, and Harvard; Ph.D., Tulane, and Columbia.
M.D., Medico-Chirurgical College, Philadelphia.
VOL. IV
Eustochian Books, 46-54; Comment.
COMPARATIVE LITERATURE PRESS
P.O. Box 42, ALPINE, N.J., U.S.A.
Copyright, 1918, by Kenneth Sylvan Guthrie.
All Rights, including that of Translation, Reserved.
Entered at Stationers' Hall, by
George Bell and Sons, Portugal Street, Lincoln's Inn, London.
FIRST ENNEAD, BOOK FOUR.
Whether Animals May Be Termed Happy.[1]
DEFINITIONS OF HAPPINESS.
1. The (Aristotelian) ideal of living well and happiness are
(practically) identical. Should we, on that account, grant even to
animals the privilege of achieving happiness? Why might we not say
that they live well, if it be granted them, in their lives, to follow
the course of nature, without obstacles? For if to live well consist
either in pleasure (pleasant passions, as the Epicureans taught), or in
realizing one's own individual aim (the Stoic ideal), then this living
well is, in either case, possible for animals, who can both enjoy
pleasure, and accomplish their peculiar aim. Thus singing birds live a
life desirable for them, if they enjoy pleasure, and sing conformably
to their nature. If further we should define happiness as achieving
the supreme purpose towards which nature aspires (the Stoic ideal), we
should, even in this case, admit that animals share in happiness when
they accomplish this supreme purpose. Then nature arouses in them no
further desires, because their whole career is completed, and their
life is filled from beginning to end.
WHETHER PLANTS MAY BE TERMED HAPPY.
There are no doubt some who may object to our admitting to happiness
living beings other than man. They might even point out that on this
basis happiness could not be refused to even the lowest beings, such
as plants: for they also live, their life also has a purpose, by
which they seek to fulfil their development. However, it would seem
rather unreasonable to say, that living beings other than humans
cannot possess happiness by this mere reason that to us they seem
pitiable. Besides, it would be quite possible to deny to plants what
may be predicated of other living beings, on the grounds that plants
lack emotion. Some might hold they are capable of happiness, on the
strength of their possessing life, for a being that lives can live
well or badly; and in this way we could say that they possess or
lack well-being, and bear, or do not bear fruits. If (as Aristippus
thought), pleasure is the goal of man, and if to live well is
constituted by enjoying it, it would be absurd to claim that no living
beings other than man could live well. The same argument applies if we
define happiness as (a state of imperturbable tranquility, by Epicurus
called) ataraxy;[2] or as (the Stoic ideal,[3] of) living conformably
to nature.
LIVING WELL NEED NOT BE EXTENDED EVEN TO ALL ANIMALS.
2. Those who deny the privilege of living well to plants, because these
lack sensation, are not on that account obliged to grant it to all
animals. For, if sensation consist in the knowledge of the experienced
affection, this affection must already be good before the occurrence of
the knowledge. For instance, the being must be in a state conformable
to nature even though ignorant thereof. He must fulfil his proper
function even when he does not know it. He must possess pleasure before
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KIRKCALDY OF GRANGE
FAMOUS SCOTS SERIES
_The following Volumes are now ready_:--
THOMAS CARLYLE. By HECTOR C. MACPHERSON.
ALLAN RAMSAY. By OLIPHANT SMEATON.
HUGH MILLER. By W. KEITH LEASK.
JOHN KNOX. By A. TAYLOR INNES.
ROBERT BURNS. By GABRIEL SETOUN.
THE BALLADISTS. By JOHN GEDDIE.
RICHARD CAMERON. By Professor HERKLESS.
SIR JAMES Y. SIMPSON. By EVE BLANTYRE SIMPSON.
THOMAS CHALMERS. By Professor W. GARDE BLAIKIE.
JAMES BOSWELL. By W. KEITH LEASK.
TOBIAS SMOLLETT. By OLIPHANT SMEATON.
FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. By G. W. T. OMOND.
THE BLACKWOOD GROUP. By Sir GEORGE DOUGLAS.
NORMAN MACLEOD. By JOHN WELLWOOD.
SIR WALTER SCOTT. By Professor SAINTSBURY.
KIRKCALDY OF GRANGE. By LOUIS A. BARBÉ.
[Illustration:
KIRKCALDY
OF GRANGE
BY
LOUIS
A. BARBÉ
FAMOUS
SCOTS
SERIES
PUBLISHED BY:
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CAMBRIDGE
A SKETCH-BOOK BY
WALTER M. KEESEY
A. & C. BLACK, LTD.
SOHO SQUARE, LONDON.
DRAWINGS:
FRONTISPIECE: TRINITY FOUNTAIN.
1 CLARE GATES TO BACKS
2 CLARE GATES & KING'S CHAPEL.
3 CLARE BRIDGE OVER BACKS.
4 KING'S CHAPEL.
5 KING'S CHAPEL ENTRANCE.
6 JOHN'S COLLEGE GATEWAY.
7 JOHN'S COLLEGE INNER COURT.
8 JOHN'S GATEWAY TO BACKS.
9 JOHN'S COLLEGE: KITCHEN GATES.
10 TRINITY COLLEGE FOUNTAIN COURT.
11 TRINITY COLLEGE SCREEN'S ENTRANCE.
12 DOWNING COLLEGE: MASTER'S LODGE.
13 SIDNEY SUSSEX COLLEGE: NEW COURT.
14 ST. SEPULCHRE'S. INTERIOR OF THE "ROUND CHURCH."
15 QUEEN'S COLLEGE: CLOISTER COURT.
16 QUEEN'S COLLEGE: THE GALLERY.
17 QUEEN'S COLLEGE: MASTER'S GARDEN.
18 THE BACKS.
19 THE BACKS AND CLARE BRIDGE.
20 MARKET DAY.
21 THE FISHMARKET, SATURDAY EVENING.
22 TRUMPINGTON STREET.
23 BRIDGE STREET.
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[Illustration: COMMODORE BARRY
(After Chappelle)]
THE STORY
OF
COMMODORE JOHN BARRY
"Father of the American Navy"
BY
MARTIN I.J. GRIFFIN
Historian of the Society of the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick
of Philadelphia
"_I serve the country for nothing_"--BARRY
"_May a suitable recompense always attend your bravery_"--WASHINGTON
PHILADELPHIA
1908
Dedicated
TO
The Society of the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick
for the Relief of Emigrants from Ireland
ST. PATRICK'S DAY
1908
MARTIN I.J. GRIFFIN,
_Historian of the Society_.
COPYRIGHT
1908
THE STORY
OF
COMMODORE JOHN BARRY
"Father of the American Navy"
[Copyrighted]
CHAPTER I.
HIS NAVAL RENOWN--HIS CAREER IN THE COLONIAL MERCANTILE MARINE
SERVICE--APPOINTED TO THE "LEXINGTON" BY THE CONTINENTAL MARINE
COMMITTEE--HIS FIRST CRUISE.
The American Navy by its achievements has won enduring fame and
imperishable honor. The careers of many of its heroes have been narrated
fully, and oft in fulsome terms. All Americans unite in these tributes
of praise where justly due.
JOHN BARRY has, aptly and justly, been called "THE FATHER OF THE
AMERICAN NAVY." His early, constant and worthy services in defence of
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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.]
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A Big Temptation.
[Illustration: "_What are you doing with that baby?_"]
A Big Temptation
By
L. T. Meade,
And Other Stories
by
M. B. Manwell and Maggie Browne
Illustrated by
Arthur A. Dixon
LONDON: _Printed in Bavaria._ _NEW YORK:_
ERNEST NISTER. 640. E. P. DUTTON & CO.
[Illustration]
A Big Temptation
By
L. T. Meade.
Netty stood on the doorstep of a rickety old house and nursed the baby.
She was ten years old and had the perfectly white face of a child who
had never felt any fresher air than that which blows in a London court.
It is true that the year before she had gone with her brother Ben into
the country. The Ladies' Committee of the Holiday Fund had arranged the
matter, and Netty and Ben had gone away. They had spent a whole
delicious fortnight in a place where trees waved, and the air blew
fresh, and there were lots of wildflowers to pick; and she had run about
under the trees, and slept at night in the tiniest little room in the
world, and in the cleanest bed, and had awakened each morning to hear
the doves cooing and the birds singing, and she had thought then that no
happiness could be greater than hers.
This had happened a year ago, and since then a new baby had arrived,
and the baby was rather sickly, and whenever Netty was not at school she
was lugging the baby about or trying to rock him to sleep. She was
baby's nurse, and she was not at all sorry, for she loved the baby and
the occupation gave her time to dream.
Netty had big dark-blue eyes, which showed bigger and darker than ever
in the midst of her white little face. She could talk to the baby about
the country. How often she had told him the story of that brief
fortnight!
"And you know, baby, there were real flowers growing; we picked them,
Ben and I, and we rolled about in the grass; yes, we did. You needn't
believe it unless you like, baby, but we did. Oh! it was fine. I had no
headaches there, and I could eat almost anything, and if you never heard
doves cooing, why, you never heard what's really pretty. But never mind:
your time will come--not yet awhile, but some day."
On this particular July afternoon the sun was so hot and the air so
close that even Netty could not find it in her heart to be cheerful.
"Oh, dear!" she said, with a deep sigh, "I do wish it were my turn for
the country this year. I would take you with me--yes, I would, baby. I
wouldn't mind a bit lugging you about, though you are getting heavy. I
wish it were my luck to be going this year, but there isn't a chance."
She had scarcely uttered the last words before Ben's face was seen
peeping at her from behind a corner.
Ben was a year older than his sister; he had long trousers very much
patched about the knees, and a shock head of rough red hair. Next to
baby, Netty loved him best in the world. He beckoned to her now, looking
very knowing.
"I say, come here--here's a lark," he said; "come round the corner and
I'll show you something."
Netty jumped up and, staggering under the weight of the heavy baby,
approached the spot where Ben was waiting for her.
"Such a lark!" he continued; "you never heard tell anything like it. I
say, Netty, what do you say to the seaside for a whole day, you and me
together? We can go, yes, we can. To-morrow's the day; I have the
tickets. What do you say?"
"Say?" cried Netty; "why, of course I say go; but it isn't true--it
can't be true."
[Illustration]
"Yes, it is," answered Ben. "I was standing by the scholars at the
school-house as they was coming out, and they were all getting their
tickets for the seaside treat, and I dashed in behind another boy, and a
teacher came round giving out the tickets and I grabbed two. He said to
me: 'Are you a Sunday scholar?' and I said: 'Yes, I am,' and there was a
big crowd and no one listened. I got two tickets, one for you and one
for me, and we'll go to-morrow. It's to a place called Southend. There's
a special train for us, and we'll take our chance. Oh, isn't it fun?
We'll see the waves and we'll feel the breezes and we'll bathe. My word!
I don't know whether I'm standing on my head or my heels."
"Do show me the tickets, Ben," said Netty.
Ben thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and presently brought out
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[Illustration:
COCO's ITINERARRY
BATTLE of the MARNE
BATTLE of the AISNE
]
WAR THE CREATOR
[Illustration]
WAR~THE
CREATOR
BY~GELETT
BURGESS~~~
[Illustration]
New York B. W. HUEBSCH 1916
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY P. F. COLLIER & SON, INC.
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY B. W. HUEBSCH
WAR THE CREATOR was first printed in
_Collier’s_. Acknowledgment is made to that
weekly for permission to publish the story
in volume form.
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
WAR THE CREATOR
I
Because he was my friend, because he was so lovable, because he
suffered much, I want to try to tell the story of a boy who, in
two months, became a man. My hero is Georges Cucurou, the son of a
shoe-maker of Toulouse. I happened to see him first just before the war
began, and not again until after he had been wounded; and the change in
him was then so great that I could not rest until I had learned how it
had been brought about. Georges is but one of the thousands who have
gone into that furnace of patriotism; in France such experiences as
his are commonplace now, but when I heard his story I got a glimpse
of war in a new aspect. Before, I had thought of it only as stupid,
destructive, dire; now, in his illumined face, I saw the work of War
the Creator.
His narrative is concerned with only the first six weeks of the
fighting, and mostly with that terrible retreat from Belgium, so bitter
in its disappointments, so trying to the flamboyant courage of the
French. Hardly had they rallied along the Marne and begun to pursue
the enemy when Georges was wounded and invalided home. It was there
in the hospital that I got his history; and from those talks, and his
notebook, and his letters to his aunt, I have reconstructed the trials
and emotions of this lad of twenty.
II
Georges, having commenced his regular three years’ military service in
October, 1913, got leave to visit his aunt who was keeping a _pension_
in Paris.
How shy and confused he was when I came down to the dining-room that
day and surprised him while he was examining his too-faint mustache
with great seriousness before the mirror! Charming, I thought him,
instantly; a clean, jolly sort of boy, quite too young for that
ridiculous soldier’s uniform.
His aunt introduced him (with her arm about his shoulder and a tweak of
his ear) by his nickname, “Coco”; and, after he got used to my being
a foreigner, he began to talk, using his big brown eyes and his free,
expressive hands quite as much as his tongue. Knowing a little of the
Midi, I attempted an imitation of the _patois_. Coco threw back his
head and laughed with abandon. That broke the ice, and we became great
friends.
He was so curious about everything American that I took him up to my
salon to see my typewriter; also my neckties and fancy socks.
“But what’s this?” asked Coco, reading with his funny French
pronunciation, “A-mer-i-cain Pencil Compagnie.” It was a novelty, a
“perpetual” pencil of the self-sharpening sort, with a magazine filled
with little points like cartridges. When I gave it to him, it pleased
Coco immensely.
“Just like a rifle!” he exclaimed, as he amused himself by pressing the
end and ejecting the bits of lead. He went through the manual of arms
with it, laughing; he did a mock bayonet thrust or two, and then aimed
it at me in fun, like a child. “_Pan!_” he cried; “_that’s_ the way we
shoot Germans!” The contrast of his red pantaloons and blue coat with
the round, innocent face and lips parted like a girl’s was absurd. Why,
he was more like those doll soldiers you see at toyshops with curly
hair! With his fresh pink cheeks and big brown eyes he seemed no more
than sixteen years old.
In the evening we all went out on the crowded Boulevard, where, it
being a fête day, they were dancing in front of the open-air band
stands. It was a long time before I ceased to think of Coco as jolly,
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WORKS OF MARTIN LUTHER
WITH INTRODUCTIONS AND NOTES
VOLUME II
PHILADELPHIA
A. J. HOLMAN Company
1916
Copyright, 1915, by
A. J. HOLMAN Company
WORKS OF MARTIN LUTHER
CONTENTS
A TREATISE CONCERNING THE BLESSED SACRAMENT
AND CONCERNING THE BROTHERHOODS (1519).
Introduction (J. J. Schindel)
Translation (J. J. Schindel)
A TREATISE CONCERNING THE BAN (1520).
Introduction (J. J. Schindel)
Translation (J. J. Schindel)
AN OPEN LETTER TO THE CHRISTIAN NOBILITY (1520).
Introduction (C. M. Jacobs)
Translation (C. M. Jacobs)
THE BABYLONIAN CAPTIVITY OF THE CHURCH (1520).
Introduction (A. T. W. Steinhaeuser)
Translation (A. T. W. Steinhaeuser)
A TREATISE ON CHRISTIAN LIBERTY (1520).
Introduction (W. A. Lambert)
Translation (W. A. Lambert)
A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS,
THE CREED, AND THE LORD'S PRAYER (1520).
Introduction (C. M. Jacobs)
Translation (C. M. Jacobs)
THE EIGHT WITTENBERG SERMONS (1522).
Introduction (A. Steimle)
Translation (A. Steimle)
THAT DOCTRINES OF MEN ARE TO BE REJECTED (1522).
Introduction (W. A. Lambert)
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[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
* * * * *
PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, AUGUST 20, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY.
VOL. XVI.--NO. 825. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.
* * * * *
[Illustration]
BRADDY'S BROTHER.
BY JULIANA CONOVER.
[Illustration: Decorative I]
t was the ending of the ninth inning; the score stood 8 to 7 in
Princeton's favor, but Harvard had only one man out, and the bases were
full.
Was it any wonder that the Freshmen couldn't keep their seats, and that
the very air seemed to hold its breath while Bradfield, '98, twisted the
ball?
In the centre of the grand stand, where the orange and black was
thickest, but the enthusiasm more controlled, stood a boy, his whole
body quivering with nervous excitement, his eyes glued--as were all
others--to the pitcher's box.
"Come in, now! look out! lead off!" the Harvard coach was saying, as the
umpire's "one strike, two balls, two strikes, three balls," raised and
dashed again the hopes of Princeton. Then came a moment of horrible
nerve-destroying suspense, and then the umpire's calm and
judicial--"striker out."
Above the cheers, which literally tore the air, the shrill discordant
note of the boy's voice could be heard, yelling like mad for Princeton
and '98.
"Who is that little fellow?" said a girl, just behind him to her
companion. The boy turned like a flash.
"I'm Braddy's brother," he said, his chest still heaving, and his cheek
glowing. "He's struck out _seven_ men!"
The girl smiled, and an upper classman, who was next to him, patted him
on the back.
"It's a proud day for Braddy's brother," he said, "and for '98 and
Princeton, that is, if Harvard doesn't--" For a moment it looked as if
Harvard would, for the regular thud of the ball against the catcher's
glove was interrupted by the ominous crack of the bat, and the men on
bases ran for their lives on the bare chance of a hit, or possibly an
error.
But '98 was not going to let a hard-earned victory slip between her
fingers like that; the short-stop fielded the swift grounder
beautifully, and the runner was out at first.
There was a short cheer, then a long wordless, formless burst of triumph
swelling out from a hundred throats. The crowd swarmed on the diamond,
the Freshman nine was picked up and carried off the field, "Braddy"
riding on the crest of a dangerous-looking wave which was formed by a
seething, howling mob.
"Well," said the Senior, turning to his small neighbor, "how does
'Braddy's brother' feel now?"
But "Braddy's brother's" feelings were too deep for utterance; besides,
he was trying to remember just how many times the Princeton Freshmen had
won from Harvard in the last six years.
* * * * *
"Hullo, Dave! Dave Hunter!" called Bradfield, as a small boy passed near
the group on the front campus. "Don't you want to take my brother off
for a little while, and show him the town?"
Dave came up blushing with pleasure at having the man who had just
pitched a winning game single him out.
"This is Dave Hunter, a special friend of mine, Bing," Braddy continued,
turning to the little chap who was lying stretched out on the grass
beside him, and who felt by this time as if he owned the whole campus
and all the college buildings, for hadn't he been in the athletic
club-house, the cage, and the 'gym.'? and wasn't he actually going to
eat at a Freshman club, and sleep up in a college room? It was the
greatest day of his life, his first taste of independence; and the glory
of being "Braddy's brother" seemed to him beyond compare.
"Don't keep him too long, Dave," said Bradfield, as the two boys started
off; "we'll have to get through dinner early if we want to hear the
Seniors sing."
Young Bingham Bradfield nodded and blushed and smiled all the way down
to the gate, as men in the different groups which they passed called
out:
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The earth is moving, the universe is working, all the laws of creation
are working toward justice, toward a better humanity, toward a higher
ideal, toward a time when men will be brothers the world over.
Industrial Conspiracies
By CLARENCE S. DARROW
Noted Lawyer, Philosopher, Author and Humanitarian
=Price 10c=
The earth is moving, the universe is working, all the laws of creation
are working toward justice, toward a better humanity, toward a higher
ideal, toward a time when men will be brothers the world over.
Industrial Conspiracies
BY CLARENCE S. DARROW
Noted Lawyer, Philosopher, Author and Humanitarian
Lecture delivered in Heilig Theatre, Portland, Oregon, September 10,
1912.
Stenographically reported and published by permission of the author.
Published by Turner, Newman and Knispel,
Address Box 701 Portland, Ore.
Single copies of this lecture may be had by sending 10 cents to
publishers, 100 copies $6.00, $50.00 per thousand.
Orders must be accompanied by cash or money order. Postage will be
prepaid.
Make checks payable to Otto Newman, Publisher.
Box 701, Portland, Oregon.
=ALL RIGHTS RESERVED=
Publisher's Note.--This address was delivered shortly after Mr.
Darrow's triumphant acquittal on a charge growing out of his defense
of the McNamaras at Los Angeles, California. The man, the subject
and the occasion makes it one of the greatest speeches of our time.
It is the hope of the publishers that this message of Mr. Darrow's
may reach the millions of men, women and youth of our country, that
they may see the labor problem plainer and that they may receive hope
and inspiration in their efforts to make a better and juster world.
PAUL TURNER,
OTTO NEWMAN,
JULIUS KNISPEL.
Copyright, October 3, 1912, by Turner, Newman & Knispel.
Industrial Conspiracies
By CLARENCE S. DARROW
Mr. Darrow said:
I feel very grateful to you for the warmth and earnestness of your
reception. It makes me feel sure that I am amongst friends. If I had
to be tried again, I would not mind taking a change of venue to
Portland (applause); although I think I can get along where I am
without much difficulty.
The subject for tonight's talk was not chosen by me but was chosen for
me. I don't know who chose it, nor just what they expected me to say,
but there is not much in a name, and I suppose what I say tonight
would be just about the same under any title that anybody saw fit to
give.
I am told that I am going to talk about "Industrial Conspiracies." I
ought to know something about them. And I won't tell you all I know
tonight, but I will tell you some things that I know tonight.
The conspiracy laws, you know, are very old. As one prominent laboring
man said on the witness stand down in Los Angeles a few weeks ago when
they asked him if he was not under indictment and what for, he said he
was under indictment for the charge they always made against working
men when they hadn't done anything--conspiracy. And that is the charge
they always make. It is the one they have always made against
everybody when they wanted them, and particularly against working men,
because they want them oftener than they do anybody else. (Applause).
When they want a working man for anything excepting work they want him
for conspiracy. (Laughter). And the greatest conspiracy that is
possible for a working man to be guilty of is not to work--a
conspiracy the other fellows are always guilty of. (Applause). The
conspiracy laws are very old. They were very much in favor in the Star
Chamber days in England. If any king or ruler wanted to get rid of
someone, and that someone had not done anything, they indicted him for
what he was thinking about; that is, for conspiracy; and under it they
could prove anything that he ever said or did, and anything that
anybody else ever said or did to prove what he was thinking about; and
therefore that he was guilty. And, of course, if anybody was thinking,
it was a conspiracy against the king; for you can't think without
thinking against a king. (Applause). The trouble is most people don't
think. (Laughter and applause). And therefore they are not guilty of
conspiracy. (Laughter and applause).
The conspiracy laws in England were especially used against working
men, and in the early days, not much more than a hundred years ago,
for one working man to go to another and suggest that he ask for
higher wages was a conspiracy, punishable by imprisonment. For a few
men to come together and form a labor organization in England was a
conspiracy. It is not here. Even the employer is willing to let you
form labor organizations, if you don't do anything but pass
resolutions. (Laughter and applause).
But the formation of unions in the early days in England was a
conspiracy, and so they used to meet in the forests and in the rocks
and in the caves and waste places and hide their records in the earth
where the informers and detectives and Burnes' men of those days could
not get hold of them. (Applause). It used to be a crime for a working
man to leave the county without the consent of the employer; and they
never gave their consent. They were bought and sold with the land.
Some of them are now. It reached that pass in England after labor
unions were formed, that anything they did was a conspiracy, and to
belong to one was practically a criminal offense. These laws were not
made by Parliament; of course they were not made by the people. No law
was ever made by the people; they are made for the people (applause);
and it does not matter whether the people have a right to vote or not,
they never make the laws. (Applause).
These laws, however, were made by judges, the same officials who make
the laws in the United States today. (Applause).
We send men to the Legislature to make law, but they don't make them.
I don't care who makes a law, if you will let me interpret it.
(Laughter). I would be willing to let the Steel Trust make a law if
they would let me tell what it meant after they got it made.
(Laughter). That has been the job of the judges, and that is the
reason the powerful interests of the world always want the courts.
They let you have the members of the Legislature, and the Aldermen and
the Constable, if they can have the judges.
And so in England the judges by their decisions tied the working man
hand and foot until he was a criminal if he did anything but work, as
many people think he is today. He actually was at that time, until
finally Parliament, through the revolution of the people, repealed all
these laws that judges had made, wiped them all out of existence, and
did, for a time at least, leave the working man free; and then they
began to organize, and it has gone on to that extent in England today,
that labor organizations are as firmly established as Parliament
itself. Much better established there than here.
We in this country got our early laws from England. We took pretty
much everything that was bad from England and left most that was good.
(Applause). At first, when labor organizations were started they had a
fair chance; they were left comparatively free; but when they began to
grow the American judges got busy. They got busy with injunctions,
with conspiracy laws, and there was scarcely anything that a labor
organization could do that was not an industrial conspiracy.
Congress took a hand, not against labor; but to illustrate what I said
about the difference between making a law and telling what the law
means, we might refer to the act which was considered a great law at
the time of its passage, a law defining conspiracy and combinations in
reference to trade, the Sherman anti-trust law. In the meantime, the
combinations of capital had grown so large that even respectable
people began to be afraid of them, farmers and others who never learn
anything until everybody else has forgotten it (laughter); they began
to be afraid of them. They found the great industrial organizations of
the country controlling everything they used. One powerful
organization owned all the oil there was in the United States; another
handful of men owned all the anthracite coal there was in the United
States; a few men owned all the iron mines in the United States; and
the people began to be alarmed about it. And so they passed a law
punishing conspiracies against trade. The father of the law was
Senator Sherman of Ohio. The law was debated long in Congress and the
Senate. Every man spoke of it as a law against the trusts and
monopolies, conspiracies in restraint of trade and commerce. Every
newspaper in the country discussed it as that; every labor
organization so considered it.
Congress passed it and the President signed it, and then an indictment
was found against a corporation, and it went to the Supreme Court of
the United States for the Supreme Court to say what the law meant. Of
course Congress can't pass a law that you and I can understand.
(Laughter). They may use words that are only found in the primer, but
we don't know what they mean. Nobody but the Supreme Court can tell
what they mean.
Everybody supposed this law was plain and simple and easily
understood, but when they indicted a combination of capital for a
conspiracy in restraint of trade, the Supreme Court said this law did
not apply to them at all; that it was never meant to fit that
particular case. So they tried another one, and they indicted another
combination engaged in the business of cornering markets, engaged in
the business of trade, rich people, good people. It means the same
thing. (Laughter). And the Supreme Court decided that this law did not
fit their case, and every one began to wonder what the law did mean
anyhow. And after awhile there came along the strike of a body of
laboring men, the American Railway Union. They didn't have a dollar in
the world altogether, because they were laboring men and they were not
engaged in trade; they were working; but they hadn't found anything
else that the Sherman anti-trust act applied to, so they indicted Debs
and his followers for a conspiracy in restraint of trade; and they
carried this case to the Supreme Court. I was one of the attorneys who
carried it to the Supreme Court. Most lawyers only tell you about the
cases they win. I can tell you about some I lose. (Applause). A lawyer
who wins all his cases does not have many. (Laughter).
Debs was indicted for a conspiracy in restraint of trade. It is not
quite fair to say that I lost that case, because he was indicted and
fearing he might get out on the indictment the judge issued an
injunction against him. (Laughter). The facts were the same as if a
man were suspected of killing somebody and a judge would issue an
injunction against him for shooting his neighbor and he would kill his
neighbor with a pistol shot and then they would send him to jail for
injuring his clothes for violating an injunction. (Laughter). Well,
they indicted him and they issued an injunction against him for the
same thing. Of course, we tried the indictment before a jury, and that
we won. You can generally trust a part of a jury anyhow, and very
often all of them. But the court passed on the injunction case, and
while the facts were just the same and the law was just the same, the
jury found him innocent, but the court found him guilty. (Laughter).
And Judge Wood said that he had violated the injunction. Then we
carried it to the Supreme Court on the ground that the Sherman
anti-trust law, which was a law to punish conspiracies in restraint of
trade, was not meant for labor unions but it was meant for people who
are trading, just as an ordinary common man would understand the
meaning of language, but the Supreme Court said we didn't know
anything about the meaning of language and that they had at last found
what the Sherman anti-trust law meant and that it was to break up
labor unions; and they sent Mr. Debs to jail under that law (laughter
and applause), and nobody, excepting someone connected with the union
had ever been sent to jail under that law, and probably never will be.
So of course, even the employer, the Merchants' and Manufacturers'
Association and the Steel Trust, even they would be willing to let the
Socialists go to the Legislature and make the laws, as long as they
can get the judges to tell what the law means. (Loud applause). For
the courts are the bulwarks of property, property rights and property
interests, and they always have been. I don't know whether they always
will be. I suppose they will always be, because before a man can be
elected a judge he must be a lawyer.
They did patch up the laws against combinations in restraint of trade.
Even the fellows who interpreted it, were ashamed of it and they fixed
it up so they might catch somebody else, and they brought a case
against the Tobacco Trust, and after long argument and years of delay
the Supreme Court decided on the Tobacco Trust and they decided that
this was a combination in restraint of trade, but they didn't send
anybody to jail. They didn't even fine them. They gave them six
months--not in jail, but six months in which to remodel their business
so it would conform to the law, which they did. (Applause and
laughter). But plug tobacco is selling just as high as it ever was,
and higher.
They brought an action against the Standard Oil Trust--Mr. Roosevelt's
enemy. (Laughter and applause). That is what he says. (Laughter and
applause). They brought an action against the Standard Oil Trust to
dissolve the Trust and they listened patiently for a few years--the
Supreme Court is made up of old men, and they have got lots of time
(laughter)--and after a few years they found out what the people had
known for twenty-five years, that it was a trust, and they so decided
that this great corporation had been a conspiracy in restraint of
trade for years, had been fleecing the American people. I don't
suppose anybody would have brought an action against them, excepting
that they had a corner on gasoline and the rich people didn't like to
pay so much for gasoline to run their automobiles. (Laughter and
applause). They found out that the Standard Oil Company was guilty of
a conspiracy under the Sherman anti-trust law, and they gave them six
months in which to change the form of their business, and Standard Oil
stock today is worth more than it ever was before in the history of
the world, and gasoline has not been reduced in price, nor anything
else that they have to sell. There never has been an instance since
that law was passed where it has ever had the slightest effect upon
any combination of capital, but under it working men are promptly sent
to jail; and it was passed to protect the working man and the consumer
against the trusts of the United States. So, you see, it does not
make much difference what kind of a law we make as long as the judges
tell us what it means.
The Steel Trust has not been hurt. They are allowed to go their way,
and they have taken property, which at the most, is worth three
hundred million dollars and have capitalized it and bonded it for a
billion and a half, or five dollars for every one that it represents,
and the interests and dividends which have been promptly paid year by
year have come from the toil and the sweat and the life of the
American workingman. (Applause). And nobody interferes with the Steel
Trust; at least, nobody but the direct action men. (Laughter and
applause). The courts are silent, the states' attorneys are silent;
the governors are silent; all the officers of the law are silent,
while a great monster combination of crooks and criminals are riding
rough-shod over the American people. (Applause). But it is the working
man who is guilty of the industrial conspiracy. They and their friends
are the ones who are sent to jail. It is the powerful and the strong
who have the keys to the jails and the penitentiaries, and there is
not much danger of their locking themselves in jails and
penitentiaries. The working man never did have the keys. Their
business has been to build them and to fill them.
There have been other industrial conspiracies, however, which are the
ones that interest me most, and it is about these and what you can do
about them and what you can't do about them that I wish to talk
tonight.
The real industrial conspiracies are by the other fellow. It is
strange that the people who have no property have been guilty of all
of the industrial conspiracies, and the people who own all the earth
have not been guilty of any industrial conspiracy. It is like our
criminal law. Nearly all the laws are made to protect property; nearly
all the crimes are crimes against property, and yet only the poor go
to jail. That is, all the people in our jail have committed crimes
against property, and yet they have not got a cent. The people
outside have so much property they don't know what to do with it, and
they have committed no crime against property. So with the industrial
conspiracies, those who are not in trade or commerce are the ones who
have been guilty of a conspiracy to restrict trade and commerce, and
those who are in trade and commerce that have all the money have not
been guilty of anything. Their business is prosecuting other people so
they can keep what they have got and get what little there is left.
But there are real industrial conspiracies. They began long ages ago,
and they began by direct action, when the first capitalist took his
club and knocked the brains out of somebody who wanted a part of it
for himself. That is direct action. They got the land by direct
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THE CHAUTAUQUAN.
_A MONTHLY MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO THE PROMOTION OF TRUE CULTURE.
ORGAN OF THE CHAUTAUQUA LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC CIRCLE._
VOL. V. DECEMBER, 1884. No. 3.
Officers of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle.
_President_, Lewis Miller, Akron, Ohio. _Superintendent of Instruction_,
Rev. J. H. Vincent, D.D., New Haven, Conn. _Counselors_, Rev. Lyman
Abbott, D.D.; Rev. J. M. Gibson, D.D.; Bishop H. W. Warren, D.D.;
Prof. W. C. Wilkinson, D.D. _Office Secretary_, Miss Kate F. Kimball,
Plainfield, N. J. _General Secretary_, Albert M. Martin, Pittsburgh, Pa.
Contents
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REQUIRED READING FOR DECEMBER
What English Is 123
Sunday Readings
[_December 7_] 127
[_December 14_] 127
[_December 21_] 128
[_December 28_] 128
Glimpses of Ancient Greek Life
III.—Greek Private Life 129
Greek Mythology
Chapter III. 131
Temperance Teachings of Science; or, the Poison Problem
Chapter III.—Physiological Effects of the Poison Habit 134
Studies in Kitchen Science and Art
III.—Barley, Oats, Rice and Buckwheat 137
The Cereals 139
Home Studies in Chemistry and Physics
III.—Chemistry of Air 141
The Laureate Poets 144
The Spell of the Halcyon 146
Christmas Dangers and Christmas Hints 147
Do Animals Feign Death? 150
The War Department 151
Milton as the Poets’ Poet 154
Geography of the Heavens for December 155
The Liberal Upheaval in Norway 157
How to Help the C. L. S. C. 158
Outline of Required Readings 160
Programs for Local Circle Work 160
How to Organize a Local Circle 161
The Local Circle 162
Local Circles 163
The C. L. S. C. Classes 167
Questions and Answers 168
The Chautauqua University 170
Editor’s Outlook 171
Editor’s Note-Book 174
C. L. S. C. Notes on Required Readings for December 176
Notes on Required Readings in “The Chautauquan” 178
People’s Christmas Vesper and Praise Service 180
Talk About Books 181
Special Notes 182
REQUIRED READING FOR DECEMBER.
WHAT ENGLISH IS.
BY RICHARD GRANT WHITE.
In the course of our two foregoing articles we followed the advance of
the great Aryan or Indo-European race, to which we belong, from its
original seat in Central Asia, which it began to leave more than four
thousand years ago, until we found it in possession of India, Persia,
and all of Europe. We considered briefly and incidentally the fact
that within the last two hundred and fifty years this Asiatic race has
taken absolute possession of the greater part of the continent of North
America. We saw that speech was the bond and the token of the now vast
and vague, but once narrow and compact, unity of this powerful race,
which was brought into existence to conquer, to rule, and to humanize the
world. Of the numerous languages which have sprung from the Aryan stem,
English is the youngest. Compared in age with any other language of that
stock, we may almost say with any existing language of any stock, it is
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ROSMERSHOLM
A play in four acts
by
HENRIK IBSEN
Translated by R. FARQUHARSON SHARP
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
John Rosmer, of Rosmersholm, an ex-clergyman.
Rebecca West, one of his household, originally engaged as
companion to the late Mrs. Rosmer.
Kroll, headmaster of the local grammar school, Rosmer's
brother-in-law.
Ulrik Brendel.
Peter Mortensgaard.
Mrs. Helseth, Rosmer's housekeeper.
(The action takes place at Rosmersholm, an old manor-house in the
neighbourhood of a small town on a fjord in western Norway.)
ACT 1
(SCENE--The sitting-room at Rosmersholm; a spacious room, comfortably
furnished in old-fashioned style. In the foreground, against the
right-hand wall, is a stove decorated with sprigs of fresh birch and
wild flowers. Farther back, a door. In the back wall folding doors
leading into the entrance hall. In the left-hand wall a window, in
front of which is a stand filled with flowers and plants. Near the
stove stand a table, a couch and an easy-chair. The walls are hung
round with portraits, dating from various periods, of clergymen,
military officers and other officials in uniform. The window is open,
and so are the doors into the lobby and the outer door. Through the
latter is seen an avenue of old trees leading to a courtyard. It is a
summer evening, after sunset. REBECCA WEST is sitting by the window
crocheting a large white woollen shawl, which is nearly completed. From
time to time she peeps out of window through the flowers. MRS. HELSETH
comes in from the right.)
Mrs. Helseth. Hadn't I better begin and lay the table for supper, miss?
Rebecca. Yes, do. Mr. Rosmer ought to be in directly.
Mrs. Helseth. Isn't there a draught where you are sitting, miss?
Rebecca. There is a little. Will you shut up, please? (MRS. HELSETH
goes to the hall door and shuts it. Then she goes to the window, to
shut it, and looks out.)
Mrs. Helseth. Isn't that Mr. Rosmer coming there?
Rebecca. Where? (Gets up.) Yes, it is he. (Stands behind the
window-curtain.) Stand on one side. Don't let him catch sight of us.
Mrs. Helseth (stepping back). Look, miss--he is beginning to use the
mill path again.
Rebecca. He came by the mill path the day before yesterday too. (Peeps
out between the curtain and the window-frame). Now we shall see
whether--
Mrs. Helseth. Is he going over the wooden bridge?
Rebecca. That is just what I want to see. (After a moment.) No. He has
turned aside. He is coming the other way round to-day too. (Comes away
from the window.) It is a long way round.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, of course. One can well understand his shrinking
from going over that bridge. The spot where such a thing has happened
is--
Rebecca (folding up her work). They cling to their dead a long time at
Rosmersholm.
Mrs. Helseth. If you ask me, miss, I should say it is the dead that
cling to Rosmersholm a long time.
Rebecca (looking at her). The dead?
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, one might almost say that they don't seem to be able
to tear themselves away from those they have left behind.
Rebecca. What puts that idea into your head?
Mrs. Helseth. Well, otherwise I know the White Horses would not be seen
here.
Rebecca. Tell me, Mrs. Helseth--what is this superstition about the
White Horses?
Mrs. Helseth. Oh, it is not worth talking about. I am sure you don't
believe in such things, either.
Rebecca. Do you believe in them?
Mrs. Helseth (goes to the window and shuts it). Oh, I am not going to
give you a chance of laughing at me, miss. (Looks out.) See--is that
not Mr. Rosmer out on the mill path again?
Rebecca (looking out). That man out there? (Goes to the window.) Why,
that is Mr. Kroll, of course!
Mrs. Helseth. So it is, to be sure.
Rebecca. That is delightful, because he is certain to be coming here.
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HAMLET AND THE GRAVEDIGGER P.A.J.
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FARIA ENTERS DANTES’S CELL JANET LANGE 4
FATIMA AND ANNA GUSTAVE DORÉ 8
FATINITZA ADRIEN MARIE 10
FATMÉ N. SICHEL 12
FAUNTLEROY (LITTLE LORD) F. M. SPIEGLE 14
FAUST AND MARGARET IN THE GARDEN GABRIEL MAX 16
FITZJAMES AND RODERICK DHU J. B. MCDONALD 22
FITZWALTER (ALURED) AND ROSE HIS
WIFE BEAR HOME THE FLITCH OF
BACON;—JOHN GILPIN THOMAS STOTHARD 24
FLAVIO AND HILARIA 26
FLORESTAN SAVED BY LEONORA EUGEN KLIMSCH 30
FRANZ, ADELAIDE AND THE BISHOP OF
BAMBERG CARL BECKER 46
FRITHIOF AND INGEBORG R. BENDEMANN 50
FRITHIOF AT THE COURT OF KING
RING FERD. LEEKE 52
FROU-FROU GEORGES CLAIRIN 54
GAMP (SAIREY) FREDERICK BARNARD 60
GANN (CAROLINE), THE LITTLE
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THE HERRIGES HORROR IN PHILADELPHIA.
A Full History of the Whole Affair.
A Man Kept in a Dark Cage Like a Wild
Beast for Twenty Years,
As Alleged,
in His Own Mother's and Brother's House.
The Most Fiendish Cruelty of the Century.
Illustrated with Reliable Engravings,
Drawn Specially for This Work.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by C. W.
ALEXANDER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court in and for the
Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
THE HERRIGES HORROR.
"Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands morn."
Every now and then the world is startled with an event of a like character
to the one which has just aroused in the city of Philadelphia the utmost
excitement, and which came near producing a scene of riot and even
bloodshed.
John Herriges is the name of the victim, and for an indefinite period of
from ten to twenty years has been confined in a little cagelike room and
kept in a condition far worse than the wild animals of a menagerie.
What adds an additional phase of horror to the case of this unfortunate
creature is the fact that he was thus confined in the same house with his
own brother and mother. To our minds this is the most abhorrent feature of
the whole affair.
We can imagine how a stranger, or an uncle, or an aunt possessed with the
demon of avarice could deliberately imprison the heir to a coveted estate
in some out of the way room or loft of a large building where the victim
would be so far removed from sight and sound as to prevent his groans and
tears being heard or seen. But how a brother and, Merciful Heaven, a
mother could live in a shanty of a house year after year with a brother,
and son shut up and in the condition in which the officers of the law
found poor John Herriges, is more than we can account for by any process
of reasoning. It only shows what perverted human nature is capable of.
THE HOUSE OF HORROR.
The house in which lived the Herriges family is a little two storied frame
building or more properly shanty, rickety and poverty stricken in its
appearance, more resembling the abodes of the denizens of Baker street
slums than the home of persons of real wealth as it really is. It stands
on the northeast corner of Fourth and Lombard streets, in Philadelphia.
Immediately to the north of it is an extensive soap boiling establishment,
while directly adjoining it in the east are some frame shanties still
smaller and more delapidated than itself, and which, belonging to the
Herriges also, were rented by Joseph Herriges, the accused, for a most
exhorbitant sum. To the credit of the occupants of these shanties, we must
say that by means of whitewash they have made them look far preferable to
that of their landlord--at least in appearance.
On the north of the soap boiling establishment referred to stretches the
burial ground of St. Peter's Episcopal Church, with its hundreds of
monuments and green graves, while on the opposite side of Fourth street
lies the burial ground of the Old Pine Street Church, with its almost
numberless dead.
The writer of this recollects years ago, when a boy, often passing and
repassing the Herriges house, and noticing on account of its forlorn
appearance and the comical Dutch Pompey which stood upon the wooden
pedestal at the door to indicate the business of a tobacconist.
How little he thought when contemplating it, that a human being languished
within its dingy wooden walls, in a condition worse than that of the
worst-cared-for brutes.
A fact in connection with this case is remarkable, which is this. On a
Sabbath morning there is no one spot in the whole city of Philadelphia,
standing on which, you can hear so many different church bells at once, or
so many different choirs singing the praises of Almighty God. And on every
returning Sunday the poor prisoner's ears drank in the sacred harmony. God
knows perhaps at such times the angels ministered to him in his dismal
cage, sent thither with sunshine that could not be shut out by human
monsters. Think of it, reader, a thousand recurring Sabbaths found the
poor young imbecile growing from youth to a dreadfully premature old age.
The mind staggers to think of it. Could we trace day by day the long
wearisome hours of the captive's life, how terrible would be the journey.
We should hear him sighing for the bright sun light that made the grave
yard green and clothed all the monuments in beautiful flowers. How he
would prize the fragrance of a little flower, condemned as he was to smell
nothing but the dank, noisome effluvia of the soap boiler's factory.
Hope had no place in his cramped, filthy cage. No genius but that of
Dispair ever found tenement in the grimed little room.
But though so long, oh, so long, Liberty came at last, and the pining boy,
now an old man, was set free, through the agency of a poor, but noble
woman, Mrs. Gibson, who had the heart to feel and the bravery to rescue
from his hellish bondage the unfortunate.
THE GIBSON'S HISTORY OF THE AFFAIR.
On the 1st of June 1870 Thos. J. Gibson and his mother rented the frame
house 337 Lombard Street from Joseph Herriges. The house adjoined Herriges
cigar store. Mr. Hoger, a shoemaker, living next door to Mrs. Gibson's,
told her at the time she moved into the house, that she would see a crazy
man in Herriges house and not to be afraid of him. Mrs. Charnes, living
next door but one, for seventeen years, laughed at her, when she asked
about the crazy man living locked up in Herriges house, as though making
light of the whole matter.
VERBATIM COPY OF AGREEMENT BETWEEN JOSEPH HERRIGES AND THE GIBSONS.
This Contract and Agreement is that the rent of sixteen dollars per month
is to be paid punctually in advance each and every month hereafter, and if
the terms of this contract is not complied with I will leave the house and
give up the possession to the lessor or his representatives.
THOS. J. GIBSON.
Received of Ann Gibson sixteen dollars for one month's rent in advance
from June 1. To 30 1870 rent to begin on 1. June and end on the 30.
Rented May 27 1870
J. HERRIGES.
THE DISCOVERY.
On Monday, June 14th, Mr. Gibson's little sister was sent up-stairs to get
ready for school, and on going to the window she was frightened by seeing
a man looking through the crevices of an upper window in Herriges house,
which window was in the second story. This window was closely barred with
pieces of plank from top to bottom.
The man was mumbling and singing and making strange and singular noises.
The little girl came running down stairs in the utmost terror exclaiming:
"Oh, mother! mother! there is a man up in that room! I saw him poke his
nose through the boards just like a dog!"
Being busy, Mrs. Gibson did not go up at this moment to verify the child's
statement, but when she did find time she went up. By that time the man
had withdrawn his nose from the window, but shortly afterwards she caught
a glimpse of something that she thought was the hand of a human being,
covered with filth, resting against the space between the bars.
At this moment Mrs. Gibson saw Mrs. Herriges, John's mother, in the yard,
and called to the prisoner, saying:
"What are you there for? Why don't you pull off the boards and get out?"
The man made some response; but in such indistinct tones of voice that
Mrs. Gibson could not understand what he said. It was enough to convince
her however, that there was a human being confined in the room.
Mrs. Gibson hoped by thus continually talking to the prisoner to get the
mother to say something about it, but the old woman did not notice her at
all, but after doing something about the yard went into the house.
On Tuesday morning at about 3 o'clock, Mr. Gibson was awakened by noises
at the same window. He at once arose and dressed himself and called his
mother up and told her he heard some one at Herriges window. These noises
were mumbling and singing and a strange noise as though some one were
clapping his hands together.
At this time Mr. Gibson got out upon his own shed which leans down toward
Herriges fence, and would have got up to the prisoner's window to tear off
the bars and get the man out but his mother would not allow him to do it.
It is not more than eleven or twelve feet from Mr. Gibson's window to the
window of the little cage like room in which John Herriges was confined,
so when Mr. Gibson got down to the edge of the shed he was not more than
about three or four feet from the prisoner's window.
Listening a while he could shortly distinguish words being uttered by the
prisoner. Among them were these:
"Murdering! Murdering! George! George! they want to get me out of the
way."
Mr. Gibson then spoke to him saying:
"Why don't you try and get out of there?"
The prisoner instantly replied:
"I'll promote you! I'll promote you!"
Mr. Gibson remained upon the shed from three o'clock until seven in the
morning, while his mother stood at the window.
Being fully satisfied that there was a poor miserable man kept confined in
the little room of Herriges house, deprived of his liberty, and not only
that but that he was kept in a filthy condition to judge from the horrible
stench that issued from the window, the watcher resolved to report the
fact to the authorities.
REPORT TO THE POLICE.
The same morning Mr. Gibson went up to the Union Street Station House and
reported what he had seen and heard. But instead of investigating the
affair, the lieutenant told Mr. Gibson to go up to the Central Station
House at Fifth and Chestnut and report the matter to lieutenant Charles
Thomas in charge there.
Mr. Gibson did so and Lieutenant Thomas replied:
"Excuse me, but you tell the Lieutenant down at the Station House, that I
cannot open an insane asylum."
At this moment the Mayor chanced to pass down through the basement, and
the matter being called to his attention, he said to Lieutenant Thomas:
"Send Reeder down to investigate it."
Lieutenant Thomas replied:
"Had I not better attend to it myself?"
Mr. Gibson then left the office.
The officers came down about four o'clock that afternoon.
About an hour before the arrival of the officers, Mr. Gibson and his
mother went into the cigar store, kept by Herriges.
"Good afternoon," said Mr. Gibson.
"Good afternoon," replied Herriges.
"What have you got that man locked up in that room for?" asked Mrs.
Gibson.
"Is that any of your business?" asked Herriges abruptly.
"Well, I don't know, that it is, but I would like to know what he is
penned up there for?"
"Does my brother annoy you?" inquired Herriges.
"Well, yes, he frightens my children," replied Mrs. Gibson.
"You must have very funny kind of children to what other people have"
sneeringly remarked Herriges.
"I don't know that they are any funnier than anybody else's children" said
Mrs. Gibson.
Herriges then turned upon Mrs. Gibson and said in a very provoking manner.
"Why, it is a wonder, he don't frighten you, too."
Mr. Gibson, taking it up for his mother, then said:
"Yes, he did frighten my mother very much last night."
"Well, if my brother frightens you so, you had better move out of the
house, as quick as you can" said Herriges.
"I will, if you only will give me back what money is coming to me" said
Mrs. Gibson.
"No, I won't give you any money back" answered Herriges.
"Well," said Mrs. Gibson, "I can't afford to pay you a month's rent in
advance, and then move some where else and pay another month's rent in
advance too."
Herriges then began to talk so offensively insolent, that Mr. Gibson and
his mother were obliged to leave the store. They at once went down town to
see about another house, for Mrs. Gibson had been rendered so exceedingly
nervous by the startling events of the past few days that she was almost
sick.
By the time Mr. Gibson and his mother had returned home from their house
hunting, the officers had arrived, and brought the insane man down stairs.
After that the back of Herriges house was shut tightly up. The next day
the officers came down again and removed the insane man in a carriage to
the Central Station.
During the time that Gibsons lived in the house, if Mr. Gibson at any time
got up to drive a nail in the fence or side of the house to fasten a
clothes line to, or, as on occasion to fix wire to bold stove pipe,
Herriges would come out in a hurry and order him to get down and not do
it; saying it would destroy the property; but as Mr. Gibson now thinks to
prevent him getting near the window of the room where John was.
THE EFFORT TO GET THE GIBSONS AWAY.
After the discovery of the affair, on the following Thursday June 16th a
sister of Herriges, Mrs. Mary Ann Hurtt came down to Mr. Gibson's house.
"Good morning, Mrs. Gibson," said she.
"Good morning, ma'm," replied Mrs. Gibson.
"I am Joseph's sister."
"Do you mean Joseph Herriges?" asked Mrs. Gibson.
"Yes," answered she, "and I want to know, whether you can't move away from
here? I will give you every cent of the rent you have paid, back again. I
will make you a handsome present besides, and reward you and be a friend
to you as long as you live. Perhaps when you get old you will need a
friend. I will do this if you will not appear against Joseph."
Mrs. Gibson answered:
"Charity begins at home, and it is not likely you will befriend me, if you
couldn't befriend your own brother, fastened up there in that cage of a
room!"
At this moment Mr. Gibson came in, and his mother whispered to him:
"That's that Herriges sister in the corner there."
Some neighbor in the room said to Mrs. Hurtt:
"There is that young man," referring to Mr. Gibson.
Mrs. Hurtt then said to him:
"Can't you drop that case?"
"No," said Mr. Gibson, "it is in the hands of the authorities."
Mrs. Hurtt said:
"Then move out of the neighborhood, and I will pay you back what rent you
have paid, and will make you a handsome present, if you will leave the
city."
"No," said Mr. Gibson, "I would not leave the city for ten thousand
dollars."
He then whispered to his mother:
"You keep her here till I go out and get an officer to arrest her."
He then went out; and finding an officer on the corner, told him the
facts, but the officer said he could do nothing in the matter.
Mr. Gibson then started up to the Mayor's Office, but he met the Mayor in
Fifth Street above Walnut, to whom he stated the facts. The Mayor walked
along to the Office with him, and there told Lieutenant Thomas to have a
warrant issued for the arrest of the sister, who had thus endeavored to
get Mr. Gibson out of the way. Mr. Gibson having made the charge under
oath, the warrant issued.
When he returned, Mrs. Hurtt had left his house and gone into her
brother's house. He stood on the pavement awhile to see if she would come
out. She did not do so, and then he went to the door and asked where that
lady was who had been in his house that morning about that business.
Old Mrs. Herriges said:
"Come in and see her."
"No," said he, "let her come out here."
She then came to the door, and Mr. Gibson told Officer Koniwasher to
arrest her, that there was a warrant in Lieutenant Thomas' hands and that
was on his order. Koniwasher told Mr. Gibson to go up to the Station
House, get the warrant from Lieutenant Thomas, bring it down and he would
wait till he came back. Mr. Gibson did so and Lieutenant Thomas gave the
warrant to Mr. Gibson and sent an Officer along with him, who came back
with Mr. Gibson and Mrs. Hurtt was arrested.
In about half an hour the party started back to the Central Station
accompanied by Joseph Herriges, the brother, who said to Mr. Gibson:
"Just look at the trouble you have brought on me now!" to which he made no
reply.
At this moment the mob began to yell out:
"Lynch him! Knife him! Kill him!"
Herriges said to the Officers: "Officers protect me!"
The Officers closed round them to protect them, and when a car came, put
the whole party in it and so reached the Central Station House, where Mrs.
Hurtt denied in the most positive manner having ever said anything on the
subject to Mr. Gibson more, than offering him whatever rent was coming to
him, in fact she denied having made any other proposition about the matter
at all.
At the same time we must insert here also the following paragraph, which
is taken from _The Day_ newspaper of Thursday June 16th. The article is
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THE JOURNALS
OF
MAJOR-GEN. C. G. GORDON, C.B.,
_AT KARTOUM_.
[Illustration: MAJOR-GEN. C. G. GORDON, C.B.]
THE JOURNALS
OF
MAJOR-GEN. C. G. GORDON, C.B.,
AT KARTOUM.
_PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL MSS._
INTRODUCTION AND NOTES
BY
A. EGMONT HAKE,
AUTHOR OF “THE STORY OF CHINESE GORDON,” ETC.
WITH PORTRAIT, TWO MAPS, AND THIRTY ILLUSTRATIONS AFTER SKETCHES
BY GENERAL GORDON.
[Illustration: LOGO]
LONDON:
KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, & CO., 1 PATERNOSTER SQUARE.
1885.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED.
STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS.
_The rights of translation and of reproduction are reserved._
PREFACE.
THE work of editing these Journals is at an end; it only remains
now for me to thank one of my oldest and most valued friends, whose
assistance in every way I wish most thoroughly to acknowledge: this
is Mr. Godfrey Thrupp. When it became obvious that the public demand
for the work made its completion in so short a time impossible—as the
conscientious achievement of one man—he generously came forward. His
knowledge of the East and his deep interest in the subject made him an
invaluable colleague.
A. EGMONT HAKE.
_June 11, 1885._
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
PAGE
Editor’s Preface v
Introduction by the Editor ix
General Gordon’s Position at Kartoum. By Sir Henry W.Gordon,
K.C.B. lv
The Mission of Colonel Sir Charles Wilson, R.E. By Sir Henry
W. Gordon, K.C.B. lxi
Description of the Journal. By Sir Henry W. Gordon, K.C.B. lxiv
Position of the Steamers, Dec. 14, 1884 lxvi
Journal, Book I.—Sept. 10 to Sept. 23, 1884 3
Journal, Book II.—Sept. 23 to Sept. 30, 1884 83
Journal, Book III.—Oct. 1 to Oct. 12, 1884 121
Journal, Book IV.—Oct. 12 to Oct. 20, 1884 183
Journal, Book V.—Oct. 20 to Nov. 5, 1884 213
Journal, Book VI.—Nov. 5 to Dec. 14, 1884 279
APPENDICES:—
BOOK I.
APPENDIX
A. Letter from Abdel Kader Ibrahim to General Gordon, and
General Gordon’s reply 399
A². Letters from Abderrahman en Najoomi and Abdullah en Noor
to General Gordon, and his reply 404
B. Letter from George Calamatino to General Gordon, and his
reply 409
D. Letter from the Ulema of Kartoum to the Mahdi 410
E. Letter from Faki Mustapha to Cassim el Moos 420
E¹. Upon the Slave Convention 425
F. Memorandum upon the defeat of Hicks’s army 426
G. Letter from General Gordon to Ibrahim Abdel Kader 428
K. Letter from Abdel Kader to General Gordon 430
L. Letters from Abderrahhman en Najoomi and Abdullah en Noor to
General Gordon 432
M. Letter from General Gordon to Sheikh Abderrahhman en Najoomi,
with his reply 438
N. Letters from Colonel Stewart and M. Herbin to General Gordon 442
BOOK IV.
P. Letter from Abou Gugliz to General Gordon 447
Q. Letters from Fakirs, and from Faki Mustapha, to the
Commandant of Omdurman Fort 447
R. Two letters from Slatin Bey to General Gordon 452
S. Letter from Slatin Bey to the Austrian Consul 455
The Insurrection of the False Prophet, 1881-83 456
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THE WIND IN THE ROSE-BUSH
And Other Stories Of The Supernatural
By
Mary Wilkins
Contents
The Wind in the Rose-bush
The Shadows on the Wall
Luella Miller
The Southwest Chamber
The Vacant Lot
The Lost Ghost
THE WIND IN THE ROSE-BUSH
Ford Village has no railroad station, being on the other side of the
river from Porter's Falls, and accessible only by the ford which gives
it its name, and a ferry line.
The ferry-boat was waiting when Rebecca Flint got off the train with
her bag and lunch basket. When she and her small trunk were safely
embarked she sat stiff and straight and calm in the ferry-boat as it
shot swiftly and smoothly across stream. There was a horse attached to
a light country wagon on board, and he pawed the deck uneasily. His
owner stood near, with a wary eye upon him, although he was chewing,
with as dully reflective an expression as a cow. Beside Rebecca sat a
woman of about her own age, who kept looking at her with furtive
curiosity; her husband, short and stout and saturnine, stood near her.
Rebecca paid no attention to either of them. She was tall and spare
and pale, the type of a spinster, yet with rudimentary lines and
expressions of matronhood. She all unconsciously held her shawl, rolled
up in a canvas bag, on her left hip, as if it had been a child. She
wore a settled frown of dissent at life, but it was the frown of a
mother who regarded life as a froward child, rather than as an
overwhelming fate.
The other woman continued staring at her; she was mildly stupid, except
for an over-developed curiosity which made her at times sharp beyond
belief. Her eyes glittered, red spots came on her flaccid cheeks; she
kept opening her mouth to speak, making little abortive motions.
Finally she could endure it no longer; she nudged Rebecca boldly.
"A pleasant day," said she.
Rebecca looked at her and nodded coldly.
"Yes, very," she assented.
"Have you come far?"
"I have come from Michigan."
"Oh!" said the woman, with awe. "It's a long way," she remarked
presently.
"Yes, it is," replied Rebecca, conclusively.
Still the other woman was not daunted; there was something which she
determined to know, possibly roused thereto by a vague sense of
incongruity in the other's appearance. "It's a long ways to come and
leave a family," she remarked with painful slyness.
"I ain't got any family to leave," returned Rebecca shortly.
"Then you ain't--"
"No, I ain't."
"Oh!" said the woman.
Rebecca looked straight ahead at the race of the river.
It was a long ferry. Finally Rebecca herself waxed unexpectedly
loquacious. She turned to the other woman and inquired if she knew
John Dent's widow who lived in Ford Village. "Her husband died about
three years ago," said she, by way of detail.
The woman started violently. She turned pale, then she flushed; she
cast a strange glance at her husband, who was regarding both women with
a sort of stolid keenness.
"Yes, I guess I do," faltered the woman finally.
"Well, his first wife was my sister," said Rebecca with the air of one
imparting important intelligence.
"Was she?" responded the other woman feebly. She glanced at her
husband with an expression of doubt and terror, and he shook his head
forbiddingly.
"I'm going to see her, and take my niece Agnes home with me," said
Rebecca.
Then the woman gave such a violent start that she noticed it.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
"Nothin', I guess," replied the woman, with eyes on her husband, who
was slowly shaking his head, like a Chinese toy.
"Is my niece sick?" asked Rebecca with quick suspicion.
"No, she ain't sick," replied the woman with alacrity, then she caught
her breath with a gasp.
"When did you see her?"
"Let me see; I ain't seen her for some little time," replied the woman.
Then she caught her breath again.
"She ought to have grown up real pretty, if she takes after my sister.
She was a real pretty woman," Rebecca said wistfully.
"Yes, I guess she did grow up pretty," replied the woman in a trembling
voice.
"What kind of a woman is the second wife?"
The woman glanced at her husband's warning face. She continued to gaze
at him while she replied in a choking voice to Rebecca:
"I--guess she's a nice woman," she replied. "I--don't know, I--guess
so. I--don't see much of her."
"I felt kind of hurt that John married again so quick," said Rebecca;
"but I suppose he wanted his house kept, and Agnes wanted care. I
wasn't so situated that I could take her when her mother died. I had
my own mother to care for, and I was school-teaching. Now mother has
gone, and my uncle died six months ago and left me quite a little
property, and I've given up my school, and I've come for Agnes. I
guess she'll be glad to go with me, though I suppose her stepmother is
a good woman, and has always done for her."
The man's warning shake at his wife was fairly portentous.
"I guess so," said she.
"John always wrote that she was a beautiful woman," said Rebecca.
Then the ferry-boat grated on the shore.
John Dent's widow had sent a horse and wagon to meet her sister-in-law.
When the woman and her husband went down the road, on which Rebecca in
the wagon with her trunk soon passed them, she said reproachfully:
"Seems as if I'd ought to have told her, Thomas."
"Let her find it out herself," replied the man. "Don't you go to
burnin' your fingers in other folks' puddin', Maria."
"Do you s'pose she'll see anything?" asked the woman with a spasmodic
shudder and a terrified roll of her eyes.
"See!" returned her husband with stolid scorn. "Better be sure there's
anything to see."
"Oh, Thomas, they say--"
"Lord, ain't you found out that what they say is mostly lies?"
"But if it should be true, and she's a nervous woman, she might be
scared enough to lose her wits," said his wife, staring uneasily after
Rebecca's erect figure in the wagon disappearing over the crest of the
hilly road.
"Wits that so easy upset ain't worth much," declared the man. "You
keep out of it, Maria."
Rebecca in the meantime rode on in the wagon, beside a flaxen-headed
boy, who looked, to her understanding, not very bright. She asked him
a question, and he paid no attention. She repeated it, and he
responded with a bewildered and incoherent grunt. Then she let him
alone, after making sure that he knew how to drive straight.
They had traveled about half a mile, passed the village square, and
gone a short distance beyond, when the boy drew up with a sudden Whoa!
before a very prosperous-looking house. It had been one of the
aboriginal cottages of the vicinity, small and white, with a roof
extending on one side over a piazza, and a tiny "L" jutting out in the
rear, on the right hand. Now the cottage was transformed by dormer
windows, a bay window on the piazzaless side, a carved railing down the
front steps, and a modern hard-wood door.
"Is this John Dent's house?" asked Rebecca.
The boy was as sparing of speech as a philosopher. His only response
was in flinging the reins over the horse's back, stretching out one
foot to the shaft, and leaping out of the wagon, then going around to
the rear for the trunk. Rebecca got out and went toward the house.
Its white paint had a new gloss; its blinds were an immaculate apple
green; the lawn was trimmed as smooth as velvet, and it was dotted with
scrupulous groups of hydrangeas and cannas.
"I always understood that John Dent was well-to-do," Rebecca reflected
comfortably. "I guess Agnes will have considerable. I've got enough,
but it will come in handy for her schooling. She can have advantages."
The boy dragged the trunk up the fine gravel-walk, but before he
reached the steps leading up to the piazza, for the house stood on a
terrace, the front door opened and a fair, frizzled head of a very
large and handsome woman appeared. She held up her black silk skirt,
disclosing voluminous ruffles of starched embroidery, and waited for
Rebecca. She smiled placidly, her pink, double-chinned face widened
and dimpled, but her blue eyes were wary and calculating. She extended
her hand as Rebecca climbed the steps.
"This is Miss Flint, I suppose," said she.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Rebecca, noticing with bewilderment a curious
expression compounded of fear and defiance on the other's face.
"Your letter only arrived this morning," said Mrs. Dent, in a steady
voice. Her great face was a uniform pink, and her china-blue eyes were
at once aggressive and veiled with secrecy.
"Yes, I hardly thought you'd get my letter," replied Rebecca. "I felt
as if I could not wait to hear from you before I came. I supposed you
would be so situated that you could have me a little while without
putting you out too much, from what John used to write me about his
circumstances, and when I had that money so unexpected I felt as if I
must come for Agnes. I suppose you will be willing to give her up.
You know she's my own blood, and of course she's no relation to you,
though you must have got attached to her. I know from her picture what
a sweet girl she must be, and John always said she looked like her own
mother, and Grace was a beautiful woman, if she was my sister."
Rebecca stopped and stared at the other woman in amazement and alarm.
The great handsome blonde creature stood speechless, livid, gasping,
with her hand to her heart, her lips parted in a horrible caricature of
a smile.
"Are you sick!" cried Rebecca, drawing near. "Don't you want me to get
you some water!"
Then Mrs. Dent recovered herself with a great effort. "It is nothing,"
she said. "I am subject to--spells. I am over it now. Won't you come
in, Miss Flint?"
As she spoke, the beautiful deep-rose colour suffused her face, her
blue eyes met her visitor's with the opaqueness of turquoise--with a
revelation of blue, but a concealment of all behind.
Rebecca followed her hostess in, and the boy, who had waited
quiescently, climbed the steps with the trunk. But before they entered
the door a strange thing happened. On the upper terrace close to the
piazza-post, grew a great rose-bush, and on it, late in the season
though it was, one small red, perfect rose.
Rebecca looked at it, and the other woman extended her hand with a
quick gesture. "Don't you pick that rose!" she brusquely cried.
Rebecca drew herself up with stiff dignity.
"I ain't in the habit of picking other folks' roses without leave,"
said she.
As Rebecca spoke she started violently, and lost sight of her
resentment, for something singular happened. Suddenly the rose-bush
was agitated violently as if by a gust of wind, yet it was a remarkably
still day. Not a leaf of the hydrangea standing on the terrace close
to the rose trembled.
"What on earth--" began Rebecca, then she stopped with a gasp at the
sight of the other woman's face. Although a face, it gave somehow the
impression of a desperately clutched hand of secrecy.
"Come in!" said she in a harsh voice, which seemed to come forth from
her chest with no intervention of the organs of speech. "Come into the
house. I'm getting cold out here."
"What makes that rose-bush blow so when their isn't any wind?" asked
Rebecca, trembling with vague horror, yet resolute.
"I don't see as it is blowing," returned the woman calmly. And as she
spoke, indeed, the bush was quiet.
"It was blowing," declared Rebecca.
"It isn't now," said Mrs. Dent. "I can't try to account for everything
that blows out-of-doors. I have too much to do."
She spoke scornfully and confidently, with defiant, unflinching eyes,
first on the bush, then on Rebecca, and led the way into the house.
"It looked queer," persisted Rebecca, but she followed, and also the
boy with the trunk.
Rebecca entered an interior, prosperous, even elegant, according to her
simple ideas. There were Brussels carpets, lace curtains, and plenty of
brilliant upholstery and polished wood.
"You're real nicely situated," remarked Rebecca, after she had become a
little accustomed to her new surroundings and the two women were seated
at the tea-table.
Mrs. Dent stared with a hard complacency from behind her silver-plated
service. "Yes, I be," said she.
"You got all the things new?" said Rebecca hesitatingly, with a jealous
memory of her dead sister's bridal furnishings.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dent; "I was never one to want dead folks' things, and
I had money enough of my own, so I wasn't beholden to John. I had the
old duds put up at auction. They didn't bring much."
"I suppose you saved some for Agnes. She'll want some of her poor
mother's things when she is grown up," said Rebecca with some
indignation.
The defiant stare of Mrs. Dent's blue eyes waxed more intense. "There's
a few things up garret," said she.
"She'll be likely to value them," remarked Rebecca. As she spoke she
glanced at the window. "Isn't it most time for her to be coming home?"
she asked.
"Most time," answered Mrs. Dent carelessly; "but when she gets over to
Addie Slocum's she never knows when to come home."
"Is Addie Slocum her intimate friend?"
"Intimate as any."
"Maybe we can have her come out to see Agnes when she's living with
me," said Rebecca wistfully. "I suppose she'll be likely to be
homesick at first."
"Most likely," answered Mrs. Dent.
"Does she call you mother?" Rebecca asked.
"No, she calls me Aunt Emeline," replied the other woman shortly. "When
did you say you were going home?"
"In about a week, I thought, if she can be ready to go so soon,"
answered Rebecca with a surprised look.
She reflected that she would not remain a day longer than she could
help after such an inhospitable look and question.
"Oh, as far as that goes," said Mrs. Dent, "it wouldn't make any
difference about her being ready. You could go home whenever you felt
that you must, and she could come afterward."
"Alone?"
"Why not? She's a big girl now, and you don't have to change cars."
"My niece will go home when I do, and not travel alone; and if I can't
wait here for her, in the house that used to be her mother's and my
sister's home, I'll go and board somewhere," returned Rebecca with
warmth.
"Oh, you can stay here as long as you want to. You're welcome," said
Mrs. Dent.
Then Rebecca started. "There she is!" she declared in a trembling,
exultant voice. Nobody knew how she longed to see the girl.
"She isn't as late as I thought she'd be," said Mrs. Dent, and again
that curious, subtle change passed over her face, and again it settled
into that stony impassiveness.
Rebecca stared at the door, waiting for it to open. "Where is she?"
she asked presently.
"I guess she's stopped to take off her hat in the entry," suggested
Mrs. Dent.
Rebecca waited. "Why don't she come? It can't take her all this time
to take off her hat."
For answer Mrs. Dent rose with a stiff jerk and threw open the door.
"Agnes!" she called. "Agnes!" Then she turned and eyed Rebecca. "She
ain't there."
"I saw her pass the window," said Rebecca in bewilderment.
"You must have been mistaken."
"I know I did," persisted Rebecca.
"You couldn't have."
"I did. I saw first a shadow go over the ceiling, then I saw her in
the glass there"--she pointed to a mirror over the sideboard
opposite--"and then the shadow passed the window."
"How did she look in the glass?"
"Little and light-haired, with the light hair kind of tossing over her
forehead."
"You couldn't have seen her."
"Was that like Agnes?"
"Like enough; but of course you didn't see her. You've been thinking
so much about her that you thought you did."
"You thought YOU did."
"I thought I saw a shadow pass the window, but I must have been
mistaken. She didn't come in, or we would have seen her before now. I
knew it was too early for her to get home from Addie Slocum's, anyhow."
When Rebecca went to bed Agnes had not returned. Rebecca had resolved
that she would not retire until the girl came, but she was very tired,
and she reasoned with herself that she was foolish. Besides, Mrs. Dent
suggested that Agnes might go to the church social with Addie Slocum.
When Rebecca suggested that she be sent for and told that her aunt had
come, Mrs. Dent laughed meaningly.
"I guess you'll find out that a young girl ain't so ready to leave a
sociable, where there's boys, to see her aunt," said she.
"She's too young," said Rebecca incredulously and indignantly.
"She's sixteen," replied Mrs. Dent; "and she's always been great for
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BY
MARK TWAIN
(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
Part 8
CHAPTER XXXII
TUESDAY afternoon came, and waned to the twilight. The village of St.
Petersburg still mourned. The lost children had not been found. Public
prayers had been offered up for them, and many and many a private
prayer that had the petitioner's whole heart in it; but still no good
news came from the cave. The majority of the searchers had given up the
quest and gone back to their daily avocations, saying that it was plain
the children could never be found. Mrs. Thatcher was very ill, and a
great part of the time delirious. People said it was heartbreaking to
hear her call her child, and raise her head and listen a whole minute
at a time, then lay it wearily down again with a moan. Aunt Polly had
drooped into a settled melancholy, and her gray hair had grown almost
white. The village went to its rest on Tuesday night, sad and forlorn.
Away in the middle of the night a wild peal burst from the village
bells, and in a moment the streets were swarming with frantic half-clad
people, who shouted, "Turn out! turn out! they're found! they're
found!" Tin pans and horns were added to the din, the population massed
itself and moved toward the river, met the children coming in an open
carriage drawn by shouting citizens, thronged around it, joined its
homeward march, and swept magnificently up the main street roaring
huzzah after huzzah!
The village was illuminated; nobody went to bed again; it was the
greatest night the little town had ever seen. During the first half-hour
a procession of villagers filed through Judge Thatcher's house, seized
the saved ones and kissed them, squeezed Mrs. Thatcher's hand, tried to
speak but couldn't--and drifted out raining tears all over the place.
Aunt Polly's happiness was complete, and Mrs. Thatcher's nearly so. It
would be complete, however, as soon as the messenger dispatched with
the great news to the cave should get the word to her husband. Tom lay
upon a sofa with an eager auditory about him and told the history of
the wonderful adventure, putting in many striking additions to adorn it
withal; and closed with a description of how he left Becky and went on
an exploring expedition; how he followed two avenues as far as his
kite-line would reach; how he followed a third to the fullest stretch of
the kite-line, and was about to turn back when he glimpsed a far-off
speck that looked like daylight; dropped the line and groped toward it,
pushed his head and shoulders through a small hole, and saw the broad
Mississippi rolling by! And if it had only happened to be night he would
not have seen that speck of daylight and would not have explored that
passage any more! He told how he went back for Becky and broke the good
news and she told him not to fret her with such stuff, for she was
tired, and knew she was going to die, and wanted to. He described how he
labored with her and convinced her; and how she almost died for joy when
she had groped to where she actually saw the blue speck of daylight; how
he pushed his way out at the hole and then helped her out; how they sat
there and cried for gladness; how some men came along in a skiff and Tom
hailed them and told them their situation and their famished condition;
how the men didn't believe the wild tale at first, "because," said they,
"you are five miles down the river below the valley the cave is in"
--then took them aboard, rowed to a house, gave them supper, made them
rest till two or three hours after dark and then brought them home.
Before day-dawn, Judge Thatcher and the handful of searchers with him
were tracked out, in the cave, by the twine clews they had strung
behind them, and informed of the great news.
Three days and nights of toil and hunger in the cave were not to be
shaken off at once, as Tom and Becky soon discovered. They were
bedridden all of Wednesday and Thursday, and seemed to grow more and
more tired and worn, all the time. Tom got about, a little, on
Thursday, was down-town Friday, and nearly as whole as ever Saturday;
but Becky did not leave her room until Sunday, and then she looked as
if she had passed through a wasting illness.
Tom learned of Huck's sickness and went to see him on Friday, but
could not be admitted to the bedroom; neither could he on Saturday or
Sunday. He was admitted daily after that, but was warned to keep still
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THE
LIFE AND DEATH
OF
MRS. MARIA BICKFORD,
A Beautiful Female, who was
INHUMANLY MURDERED,
In the Moral and Religious City of Boston, on the
night of the 27th of October, 1845, by
ALBERT J. TIRRELL,
Her Paramour, arrested on board the Ship Sultana,
off New Orleans, December 6th.
[Illustration]
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BOSTON:
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The Bread Line
[Illustration]
The Bread Line
A Story of a Paper
By
Albert Bigelow Paine
[Illustration]
New York
The Century Co.
1900
Copyright, 1899,
By THE J. B. LIPPINCOTT CO.
* * * * *
Copyright, 1900,
By THE CENTURY CO.
To Those Who have Started
Papers, to Those Who have
Thought of Starting Papers,
and to Those Who are
Thinking of Starting Papers.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE FIRST DINNER 1
II FRISBY'S SCHEME 15
III A LETTER FROM THE "DEAREST GIRL IN THE WORLD,"
OTHERWISE MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND, TO MR.
TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK 29
IV SOME PREMIUMS 36
V A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND 52
VI CASH FOR NAMES 61
VII A LETTER FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO
MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK 84
VIII THE COURSE OF EVENTS 92
IX IN THE SANCTUM 108
X A LETTER FROM MR. TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK
TO MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND 116
XI THE GENTLE ART OF ADVERTISING 125
XII A LETTER FROM MISS DOROTHY CASTLE OF CLEVELAND TO MR.
TRUMAN LIVINGSTONE OF NEW YORK 144
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Unlucky
A Fragment of a Girl's Life
BY CAROLINE AUSTIN
Author of "Cousin Geoffrey and I," "Hugh Herbert's Inheritance,"
"Dorothy's Dilemma," &c.
BLACKIE & SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW DUBLIN BOMBAY
[Illustration: CHRIS IS BROUGHT BACK BY HIS FRIEND THE SERGEANT]
CONTENTS.
I. HELEN'S STEPMOTHER
II. COUSIN MARY
III. HELEN'S ESCAPADE
IV. STRANGERS YET
V. LONGFORD GRANGE
VI. HAROLD
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THE HAMPSTEAD MYSTERY
BY JOHN R. WATSON & ARTHUR J. REES
1916
TO ARTHUR BLACK IN MEMORY OF OLD TIMES
CHAPTER I
"Hallo! Is that Hampstead Police Station?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Detective-Inspector Chippenfield of Scotland Yard. Tell Inspector Seldon
I want him, and be quick about it."
"Yes, sir. Hang on, sir. I'll put you through to him at once."
Detective-Inspector Chippenfield, of Scotland Yard, waited with the
receiver held to his ear. While he waited he scrutinised keenly a sheet
of paper which lay on the desk in front of him. It was a flimsy,
faintly-ruled sheet from a cheap writing-pad, blotted and soiled, and
covered with sprawling letters which had been roughly printed at
irregular intervals as though to hide the identity of the writer. But the
letters formed words, and the words read:
SIR HORACE FEWBANKS WAS MURDERED LAST NIGHT
WHO DID IT I DONT KNOW SO IT IS NO USE TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO I AM YOU
WILL FIND HIS DEAD BODY IN THE LIBRARY AT RIVERSBROOK
HE WAS SHOT THOUGH THE HEART
"Hallo!"
"Is that you, Inspector Chippenfield?"
"Yes. That you, Seldon? Have you heard anything of a murder out
your way?"
"Can't say that I have. Have you?"
"Yes. We have information that Sir Horace Fewbanks has been
murdered--shot."
"Mr. Justice Fewbanks shot--murdered!" Inspector Seldon gave expression
to his surprise in a long low whistle which travelled through the
telephone. Then he added, after a moment's reflection, "There must be
some mistake. He is away."
"Away where?"
"In Scotland. He went there for the Twelfth--when the shooting
season opened."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Yes; he rang me up the day before he left to ask us to keep an eye on
his house while he was away."
There was a pause at the Scotland Yard end of the telephone. Inspector
Chippenfield was evidently thinking hard.
"We may have been hoaxed," he said at length. "But I have been ringing
up his house and can get no answer. You had better send up a couple of
men there at once--better still, go yourself. It is a matter which may
require tactful handling. Let me know, and I'll come out immediately if
there is anything wrong. Stay! How long will it take you to get up to
the house?"
"Not more than fifteen minutes--in a taxi."
"Well, I'll ring you up at the house in half an hour. Should our
information be correct see that everything is left exactly as you find it
till I arrive."
Inspector Seldon hung up the receiver of his telephone, bundled up the
papers scattered on his desk, closed it, and stepped out of his office
into the next room.
"Anyone about?" he hurriedly asked the sergeant who was making entries in
the charge-book.
"Yes, sir. I saw Flack here a moment ago."
"Get him at once and call a taxi. Scotland Yard's rung through to say
they've received a report that Sir Horace Fewbanks has been murdered."
"Murdered?" echoed the sergeant in a tone of keen interest. "Who told
Scotland Yard that?"
"I don't know. Who was on that beat last night?"
"Flack, sir. Was Sir Horace murdered in his own house? I thought he was
in Scotland."
"So did I, but he may have returned--ah, here's the taxi."
Inspector Seldon had been waiting on the steps for the appearance of a
cab from the rank round the corner in response to the shrill blast which
the sergeant had blown on his whistle. The sergeant went to the door of
the station leading into the yard and sharply called:
"Flack!"
In response a police-constable, without helmet or tunic, came running up
the steps from the basement, which was used as a gymnasium.
"Seldon wants you. Get on your tunic as quick as you can. He is in a
devil of a hurry."
Inspector Seldon was seated in the taxi-cab when Flack appeared. He had
been impatiently drumming his fingers on the door of the cab.
"Jump in, man," he said angrily. "What has kept you all this time?"
Flack breathed stertorously to show that he had been running and was out
of breath, but he made no reply to the official rebuke. Inspector Seldon
turned to him and remarked severely:
"Why didn't you let me know that Sir Horace Fewbanks had returned from
Scotland?"
Flack looked astonished.
"But he hasn't returned, sir," he said. "He's away for a month at least,"
he ventured to add.
"Who told you that?"
"The housemaid at Riversbrook--before he went away."
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The earth is moving, the universe is working, all the laws of creation
are working toward justice, toward a better humanity, toward a higher
ideal, toward a time when men will be brothers the world over.
Industrial Conspiracies
By CLARENCE S. DARROW
Noted Lawyer, Philosopher, Author and Humanitarian
=Price 10c=
The earth is moving, the universe is working, all the laws of creation
are working toward justice, toward a better humanity, toward a higher
ideal, toward a time when men will be brothers the world over.
Industrial Conspiracies
BY CLARENCE S. DARROW
Noted Lawyer, Philosopher, Author and Humanitarian
Lecture delivered in Heilig Theatre, Portland, Oregon, September 10,
1912.
Stenographically reported and published by permission of the author.
Published by Turner, Newman and Knispel,
Address Box 701 Portland, Ore.
Single copies of this lecture may be had by sending 10 cents to
publishers, 100 copies $6.00, $50.00 per thousand.
Orders must be accompanied by cash or money order. Postage will be
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Publisher's Note.--This address was delivered shortly after Mr.
Darrow's triumphant acquittal on a charge growing out of his defense
of the McNamaras at Los Angeles, California. The man, the subject
and the occasion makes it one of the greatest speeches of our time.
It is the hope of the publishers that this message of Mr. Darrow's
may reach the millions of men, women and youth of our country, that
they may see the labor problem plainer and that they may receive hope
and inspiration in their efforts to make a better and juster world.
PAUL TURNER,
OTTO NEWMAN,
JULIUS KNISPEL.
Copyright, October 3, 1912, by Turner, Newman & Knispel.
Industrial Conspiracies
By CLARENCE S. DARROW
Mr. Darrow said:
I feel very grateful to you for the warmth and earnestness of your
reception. It makes me feel sure that I am amongst friends. If I had
to be tried again, I would not mind taking a change of venue to
Portland (applause); although I think I can get along where I am
without much difficulty.
The subject for tonight's talk was not chosen by me but was chosen for
me. I don't know who chose it, nor just what they expected me to say,
but there is not much in a name, and I suppose what I say tonight
would be just about the same under any title that anybody saw fit to
give.
I am told that I am going to talk about "Industrial Conspiracies." I
ought to know something about them. And I won't tell you all I know
tonight, but I will tell you some things that I know tonight.
The conspiracy laws, you know, are very old. As one prominent laboring
man said on the witness stand down in Los Angeles a few weeks ago when
they asked him if he was not under indictment and what for, he said he
was under indictment for the charge they always made against working
men when they hadn't done anything--conspiracy. And that is the charge
they always make. It is the one they have always made against
everybody when they wanted them, and particularly against working men,
because they want them oftener than they do anybody else. (Applause).
When they want a working man for anything excepting work they want him
for conspiracy. (Laughter). And the greatest conspiracy that is
possible for a working man to be guilty of is not to work--a
conspiracy the other fellows are always guilty of. (Applause). The
conspiracy laws are very old. They were very much in favor in the Star
Chamber days in England. If any king or ruler wanted to get rid of
someone, and that someone had not done anything, they indicted him for
what he was thinking about; that is, for conspiracy; and under it they
could prove anything that he ever said or did, and anything that
anybody else ever said or did to prove what he was thinking about; and
therefore that he was guilty. And, of course, if anybody was thinking,
it was a conspiracy against the king; for you can't think without
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THE
CALVINISTIC DOCTRINE
OF
PREDESTINATION
EXAMINED AND REFUTED:
BEING THE SUBSTANCE OF
A SERIES OF DISCOURSES
Delivered in St. George's M. E. Church, Philadelphia,
BY
FRANCIS HODGSON, D. D.
PHILADELPHIA:
HIGGINS AND PERKINPINE.
No. 40 NORTH FOURTH STREET,
1855.
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1854, by
FRANCIS HODGSON,
in the Office of the Clerk of the District Court of the United
States in and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
PHILADELPHIA:
T. R. AND P. G. COLLINS, PRINTERS.
PHILADELPHIA, July 13, 1854.
Rev. FRANCIS HODGSON, D. D.
DEAR SIR: We, whose names are hereunto annexed, having heard your
recent series of discourses upon the "Divine Decrees," and
believing that their publication at this time would be of great
service to the cause of truth, earnestly desire that such
measures may be taken as will secure their publication at an
early period. We therefore respectfully solicit your concurrence,
and that you would do whatever may be necessary on your part to
further our object:--
JAMES B. LONGACRE, P. D. MYERS,
GARRET VANZANT, R. MCCAMBRIDGE,
JOHN J. HARE, THOMAS W. PRICE,
DANIEL BREWSTER, CHAS. MCNICHOL,
WM. G. ECKHARDT, THOS. M. ADAMS,
CHAS. COYLE, FRANCIS A. FARROW,
BENJAMIN HERITAGE, THOS. HARE,
J. O. CAMPBELL, SAMUEL HUDSON,
JAMES HARRIS, JOSEPH THOMPSON,
WM. GOODHART, DAVID DAILEY,
R. O. SIMONS, JNO. R. MORRISON,
AMOS HORNING, JAMES HUEY,
ENOS S. KERN, JOHN FRY,
JNO. P. WALKER, E. A. SMITH,
JOHN STREET, JAMES D. SIMKINS,
J. W. BUTCHER, S. W. STOCKTON,
JACOB HENDRICK, FOSTER PRITCHETT.
DEAR BRETHREN:--
The motives which induced me to preach the discourses on the
"Divine Decrees" are equally decisive in favor of their
publication, as you propose. I have taken the liberty to
rearrange some parts of them for the benefit of the reader.
Yours,
FRANCIS HODGSON.
To Brothers LONGACRE,
MYERS, and others.
PREDESTINATION.
DISCOURSE I.
"In whom also we have obtained an inheritance, being
predestinated according to the purpose of him who worketh all
things after the counsel of his own will."--EPH. i. 11.
IT would very naturally be expected of a preacher, selecting this
passage as the foundation of his discourse, that he would have
something to say upon the subject of predestination. It is my
purpose to make this the theme of the occasion; and this purpose
has governed me in the selection of the text. The subject is one
of great practical importance. It relates to the Divine
government--its leading principles and the great facts of its
administration. Some suppose that the Methodists deny the
doctrine of Divine predestination, that the word itself is an
offence to them, and that they are greatly perplexed and annoyed
by those portions of Scripture by which the doctrine is
proclaimed. This is a mistaken view. We have no objection to the
word; we firmly believe the doctrine; and all the Scriptures, by
which it is stated or implied, are very precious to us.
There is a certain theory of predestination, the Calvinistic
theory, which we consider unscriptural and dangerous. There is
another, the Arminian theory, which we deem Scriptural and of
very salutary influence. My plan is, _first_, to refute the false
theory; and, _secondly_, to present the true one, and give it its
proper application.
My discourse or discourses upon this subject may be more or less
unacceptable to some on account of their controversial aspect.
This disadvantage cannot always be avoided. Controversy is not
always agreeable, yet it is often necessary. Error must be
opposed, and truth defended. What I have to say, is designed
chiefly for the benefit of the younger portion of the congregation.
I feel that there devolves upon me not a little responsibility in
reference to this class of my hearers. Many of them, I am happy to
learn, are eagerly searching for truth, and they have a right to
expect that the pulpit will aid their inquiries, and throw light
upon their path.
The theory of predestination to which we object affirms that God
has purposed, decreed, predetermined, foreordained, predestinated,
whatsoever comes to pass, and that, in some way or other, he, by
his providence, brings to pass whatever occurs.
The advocates of this doctrine complain loudly that they are
misunderstood and misrepresented. The Rev. Samuel Miller, D. D.,
late of Princeton College, N. J., in a tract on _Presbyterian
Doctrine_, published by the Presbyterian Board of Publication,
complains thus: "It may be safely said that no theological system
was ever more _grossly misrepresented_, or more _foully_ and
_unjustly vilified_ than this." "The gross misrepresentations
with which it has been assailed, the _disingenuous_ attempts to
fasten upon it consequences which its advocates disavow and
abhor; and the _unsparing calumny_ which is continually heaped
upon it and its friends, have _scarcely been equalled_ in any
other case in the entire annals of theological controversy." "The
opponents of this system are wont to give the most _shocking_ and
_unjust_ pictures of it. Whether this is done from _ignorance_ or
_dishonesty_ it would be painful, as well as vain, at present, to
inquire." "The truth is, it would be difficult to find a writer
or speaker, who has distinguished himself by opposing Calvinism,
who has fairly represented the system, or who really appeared to
understand it. They are forever fighting against a _caricature_.
Some of the most grave and venerable writers in our country, who
have appeared in the Arminian ranks, are undoubtedly in this
predicament: whether this has arisen from the want of knowledge
or the want of candor, the effect is the same, and the conduct is
worthy of severe censure." "Let any one carefully and dispassionately
read over the _Confession of Faith_ of the Presbyterian Church, and
he will soon perceive that the professed representations of it,
which are _daily_ proclaimed from the _pulpit_ and the _press_,
are _wretched slanders_, for which no apology can be found but in
the ignorance of their authors."
He places himself in very honorable contrast with those whom he
thus severely condemns: "The writer of these pages," says he, "is
fully persuaded that Arminian principles, when traced out to
their natural and unavoidable consequences, lead to an invasion
of the essential attributes of God, and, of course, to blank and
cheerless atheism. Yet, in making a statement of the Arminian
system, as actually held by its advocates, he should consider
himself inexcusable if he departed a hair's-breadth from the
delineation made by its friends." (pp. 26, 27, 28.)
This writer reiterates these charges, with interesting
variations, in his introduction to a book on the Synod of Dort,
published by the same establishment. "They," says he, "are ever
fighting against an imaginary monster of their own creation. They
picture to themselves the consequences which they suppose
unavoidably flow from the real principles of Calvinists, and
then, most unjustly, represent these consequences as a part of
the system itself, as held by its advocates." Again: "How many an
eloquent page of anti-Calvinistic declamation would be instantly
seen by every reader to be either calumny or nonsense, if it had
been preceded by an honest statement of what the system, as held
by Calvinists, really is." (_Synod of Dort_, p. 64.)
The Rev. Dr. Beecher says, in his work on _Skepticism_: "I have
_never heard a correct_ statement of the Calvinistic system from
an opponent;" and, after specifying some alleged instances of
misrepresentation, he adds: "It is needless to say that
falsehoods _more absolute_ and _entire_ were never stereotyped in
the foundry of the father of lies, or with greater industry
worked off for gratuitous distribution from age to age."
The Rev. Dr. Musgrave, in what he calls a _Brief Exposition and
Vindication of the Doctrine of the Divine Decrees, as taught in
the Assembly's Larger Catechism_, another of the publications of
the Presbyterian Board, charges the opponents of Calvinism in
general, and the Methodists in particular, with not only
_violently contesting_, but also with _shockingly caricaturing_,
and _shamefully misrepresenting_ and _vilifying_ Calvinism--with
"systematic and wide-spread defamation"--with "wholesale
traduction of moral character, involving the Christian reputation
of some three or four thousand accredited ministers of the
gospel." His charity suggests an apology for much of our
"misrepresentation of their doctrinal system" on the ground of
our "intellectual weakness and want of education;" but, for our
"dishonorable attempts to impair the influence" of Calvinistic
ministers, and "injure their churches," he "can conceive of no
apology."
The Rev. A. G. Fairchild, D. D., in a series of discourses
entitled _The Great Supper_, likewise published by the Presbyterian
Board of Publication, complains in these terms: "Sectarian partisans
are interested in misleading the public in regard to our real
sentiments, and hence their assertions should be received with
caution. Those who would understand our system of doctrines, must
listen, not to the misrepresentations of its enemies, but to the
explanations of its friends." (p. 40.) Again: "As these men cannot
wield the civil power against us, they will do what they can to
punish us for holding doctrines which they cannot overthrow by fair
and manly argument. God only knows the extent to which we might
have to suffer for our religion, were it not for the protection of
the laws! For, if men will publish the most wilful and deliberate
untruths against us, as they certainly do, for no other offence
than an honest difference of religious belief, what would they not
do if their power were equal to their wickedness?" (p. 73.)
This writer expresses his sense of the "wickedness of those who
oppose Calvinism" in still stronger terms: "If, then, the
doctrines of grace [Calvinism] are plainly taught in the
Scriptures, if they accord with the experience of Christians, and
enter largely into their prayers, then it must be exceedingly
sinful to oppose and misrepresent them. Those who do this will
eventually be found _fighting against God_. We have recently
heard of persons praying publicly against the election of grace,
and we wonder that their tongues did not cleave to the roof of
their mouth in giving utterance to the horrid imprecation." (p.
178.) Ah! These Methodists are very wicked!
The Rev. L. A. Lowry, author of a recent work, entitled _Search
for Truth_, published by the same high authority, discourses as
follows:--
"When I see a man trying to distort the proper meaning of words,
and, presenting a garbled statement of the views of an opponent,
I take it as conclusive evidence that he has a bad cause; more
when he is constantly at it, and manifests in all that he does a
feeling of uneasiness and hostility towards those who oppose him.
During my brief sojourn in the Cumberland Church, I was called
upon to witness many such exhibitions, that, in the outset of my
ministerial labors, made anything but a favorable impression on
my mind. I found there, in common with all others who hold to
Arminian sentiments, the most uncompromising and _malignant_
opposition to the doctrines of the Presbyterian Church, while
there was _not_ a man that I met in all my intercourse, that
_could_ state fairly and fully what those doctrines are. Their
views were entirely one-sided; the truth was garbled to suit
their convenience; and the creations of their own fruitful fancy
were constantly being presented before the minds of the people,
thereby deepening their prejudices, and drawing still closer the
dark folds of their mantle of ignorance and bigotry." (pp. 65,
66.)
Again: "It is painful to witness the ignorance and stupidity of
men--their malignity and opposition to the truth--who have
learned to misrepresent and abuse Calvinism with such bitterness
of feeling, till, like a rattlesnake in dog-days, they have
become blinded by the poison of their own minds." (p. 156.)
In this attempt to destroy confidence in the veracity of
Arminians, so far, at least, as it is connected with their
representations of Calvinism, leading individuals are singled out
for special animadversion. Dr. Miller assails the moral character
of Arminius. He says of him that, "On first entering upon his
professorship, he seemed to take much pains to remove from
himself all suspicion of heterodoxy, by publicly maintaining
theses in favor of the received doctrines; doctrines which he
afterwards zealously contradicted. And that he did this contrary
to his own convictions at the time, was made abundantly evident
afterwards by some of his own zealous friends. But, after he had
been in his new office a year or two, it was discovered that it
was his constant practice to deliver one set of opinions in his
professional chair, and a very different set by means of private
confidential manuscripts circulated among his pupils." (_Synod of
Dort_, p. 13.)
Dr. Fairchild speaks thus of a passage by Mr. Wesley: "In the
doctrinal _Tracts_, p. 172, is an address to Satan, which we have
no hesitation in saying is fraught with the most concentrated
blasphemy ever proceeding from the tongue or pen of mortal,
whether Jew, Pagan, or Infidel, and all imputed to the Calvinists.
One cannot help wondering how such transcendent impieties ever
found their way into the mind of man; I am not willing to transfer
the language to these pages; but the work is doubtless accessible
to most readers, having been sown broadcast over the land."
(_Great Supper_, p. 150.) He also indorses the charge of forgery
which Toplady made against Mr. Wesley. (See p. 111.)
The late Dr. Fisk is charged with garbling the _Confession of
Faith_ for sinister purposes (p. 111); and with "scandalous
imputations" against Calvinism. (p. 150.)
It is not impossible that our Calvinistic brethren should be
misrepresented. Nor is it impossible that they should misrepresent
both themselves and others. I do not admit that they are thus
misrepresented by their Methodist opponents, but it is not my
intention to refute these charges at this time. I refer to them
now to justify the special caution which I shall observe in
presenting their tenets. They make it necessary for us to prove
beyond the possibility of doubt that they hold the doctrines
which we impute to them. I shall give their views in their own
words.
Calvin says, in his _Institutes_: "Whoever, then, desires to
avoid this infidelity, let him constantly remember that, in the
creatures, there is no erratic power, or action, or motion, but
that they are _so governed _by the secret counsel of God, that
_nothing can happen_ but what is subject to his knowledge, and
DECREED _by his will_." (Vol. i. p. 186.)
Again: "All future things being uncertain to us, we hold them in
suspense, as though they might happen either one way or another.
Yet, this remains a _fixed principle_ in our hearts, that _there
will be_ NO _event which God has not_ ORDAINED." (_Ib_. p. 193.)
Again: "They consider it absurd that a man should be blinded by
the will and command of God, and afterwards be punished for his
blindness. They, therefore, evade this difficulty, by alleging
that it happens only by the permission of God, and not by the
will of God; but God himself, by the most unequivocal declarations,
rejects this subterfuge. That men, however, _can effect_ NOTHING
but by the secret _will_ of _God_, and can _deliberate_ upon
nothing but what he has _previously decreed_, and DETERMINES by
his _secret direction_, is proved by express and innumerable
testimonies." (_Ib_. p. 211.)
Again: "If God simply foresaw the fates of men, and did not also
_dispose_ and _fix_ them by his _determination_, there would be
room to agitate the question, whether his providence or foresight
rendered them at all necessary. But, since he foresees future
events only in consequence of _his decree that they shall
happen_, it is useless to contend about foreknowledge, while it
is evident that ALL _things come to pass rather_ by ORDINATION
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UNDERSTOOD BETSY
BY
DOROTHY CANFIELD
Author of "The Bent Twig," etc.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ADA C. WILLIAMSON
[Illustration: Uncle Henry looked at her, eyeing her sidewise over the
top of one spectacle glass. (Page 34)]
CONTENTS
I Aunt Harriet Has a Cough
II Betsy Holds the Reins
III A Short Morning
IV Betsy Goes to School
V What Grade is Betsy?
VI If You Don't Like Conversation in a Book Skip this Chapter!
VII Elizabeth Ann Fails in an Examination
VIII Betsy Starts a Sewing Society
IX The New Clothes Fail
X Betsy Has a Birthday
XI "Understood Aunt Frances"
ILLUSTRATIONS
Uncle Henry looked at her, eying her sidewise
over the top of one spectacle-glass Frontispiece
Elizabeth Ann stood up before the doctor.
"Do you know," said Aunt Abigail, "I think
it's going to be real nice, having a little girl
in the house again"
She had greatly enjoyed doing her own hair.
"Oh, he's asking for more!" cried Elizabeth Ann
Betsy shut her teeth together hard, and started across
"What's the matter, Molly? What's the matter?"
Betsy and Ellen and the old doll
He had fallen asleep with his head on his arms
Never were dishes washed better!
Betsy was staring down at her shoes, biting her
lips and winking her eyes
CHAPTER I
AUNT HARRIET HAS A COUGH
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KENELM CHILLINGLY
HIS ADVENTURES AND OPINIONS
By Edward Bulwer Lytton
(LORD LYTTON)
BOOK I.
CHAPTER I.
SIR PETER CHILLINGLY, of Exmundham, Baronet, F.R.S. and F.A.S., was the
representative of an ancient family, and a landed proprietor of some
importance. He had married young; not from any ardent inclination for
the connubial state, but in compliance with the request of his parents.
They took the pains to select his bride; and if they might have chosen
better, they might have chosen worse, which is more than can be said for
many men who choose wives for themselves. Miss Caroline Brotherton was
in all respects a suitable connection. She had a pretty fortune, which
was of much use in buying a couple of farms, long desiderated by the
Chillinglys as necessary for the rounding of their property into a
ring-fence. She was highly connected, and brought into the county that
experience of fashionable life acquired by a young lady who has attended
a course of balls for three seasons, and gone out in matrimonial
honours, with credit to herself and her chaperon. She was handsome
enough to satisfy a husband's pride, but not so handsome as to keep
perpetually on the _qui vive_ a husband's jealousy. She was considered
highly accomplished; that is, she played upon the pianoforte so that any
musician would say she "was very well taught;" but no musician would
go out of his way to hear her a second time. She painted in
water-colours--well enough to amuse herself. She knew French and Italian
with an elegance so lady-like that, without having read more than
selected extracts from authors in those languages, she spoke them both
with an accent more correct than we have any reason to attribute to
Rousseau or Ariosto. What else a young lady may acquire in order to be
styled highly accomplished I do not pretend to know; but I am sure that
the young lady in question fulfilled that requirement in the opinion
of the best masters. It was not only an eligible match for Sir
Peter Chillingly,--it was a brilliant match. It was also a very
unexceptionable match for Miss Caroline Brotherton. This excellent
couple got on together as most excellent couples do. A short time after
marriage, Sir Peter, by the death of his parents--who, having married
their heir, had nothing left in life worth the trouble of living
for--succeeded to the hereditary estates; he lived for nine months of
the year at Exmundham, going to town for the other three months. Lady
Chillingly and himself were both very glad to go to town, being bored at
Exmundham; and very glad to go back to Exmundham, being bored in town.
With one exception it was an exceedingly happy marriage, as marriages
go. Lady Chillingly had her way in small things; Sir Peter his way in
great. Small things happen every day; great things once in three years.
Once in three years Lady Chillingly gave way to Sir Peter; households so
managed go on regularly. The exception to their connubial happiness was,
after all, but of a negative description. Their affection was such
that they sighed for a pledge of it; fourteen years had he and Lady
Chillingly remained unvisited by the little stranger.
Now, in default of male issue, Sir Peter's estates passed to a distant
cousin as heir-at-law; and during the last four years this heir-at-law
had evinced his belief that practically speaking he was already
heir-apparent; and (though Sir Peter was a much younger man than
himself, and as healthy as any man well can be) had made his
expectations of a speedy succession unpleasantly conspicuous. He had
refused his consent to a small exchange of lands with a neighbouring
squire, by which Sir Peter would have obtained some good arable land,
for an outlying unprofitable wood that produced nothing but fagots and
rabbits, with the blunt declaration that he, the heir-at-law, was fond
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THE NE'ER-DO-WELL
By REX BEACH
Author of "THE SILVER HORDE" "THE SPOILERS" "THE IRON TRAIL" Etc.
Illustrated
TO
MY WIFE
CONTENTS
I. VICTORY
II. THE TRAIL DIVIDES
III. A GAP
IV. NEW ACQUAINTANCES
V. A REMEDY IS PROPOSED
VI. IN WHICH KIRK ANTHONY IS GREATLY SURPRISED
VII. THE REWARD OF MERIT
VIII. EL COMANDANTE TAKES A HAND
IX. SPANISH LAW
X. A CHANGE OF PLAN
XI. THE TRUTH ABOUT MRS. CORTLANDT
XII. A NIGHT AT TABOGA
XIII. CHIQUITA
XIV. THE PATH THAT LED NOWHERE
XV. ALIAS JEFFERSON LOCKE
XVI. "8838"
XVII. GARAVEL THE BANKER
XVIII. THE SIEGE OF MARIA TORRES
XIX. "LA TOSCA"
XX. AN AWAKENING
XXI. THE REST OF THE FAMILY
XXII. A CHALLENGE AND A CONFESSION
XXIII. A PLOT AND A SACRIFICE
XXIV. A BUSINESS PROPOSITION
XXV. CHECKMATE!
XXVI. THE CRASH
XXVII. A QUESTION
XXVIII. THE ANSWER
XXIX. A LAST APPEAL
XXX. DARWIN K ANTHONY
THE NE'ER-DO-WELL
I
VICTORY
It was a crisp November night. The artificial brilliance of Broadway
was rivalled by a glorious moonlit sky. The first autumn frost was in
the air, and on the side-streets long rows of taxicabs were standing,
their motors blanketed, their chauffeurs threshing their arms to rout
the cold. A few well-bundled cabbies, perched upon old-style hansoms,
were barking at the stream of hurrying pedestrians. Against a
background of lesser lights myriad points of electric signs flashed
into everchanging shapes, winking like huge, distorted eyes; fanciful
designs of liquid fire ran up and down the walls or blazed forth in
lurid colors. From the city's canons came an incessant clanging roar,
as if a great river of brass and steel were grinding its way toward the
sea.
Crowds began to issue from the theatres, and the lines of waiting
vehicles broke up, filling the streets with the whir of machinery and
the clatter of hoofs. A horde of shrill-voiced urchins pierced the
confusion, waving their papers and screaming the football scores at the
tops of their lusty lungs, while above it all rose the hoarse tones of
carriage callers, the commands of traffic officers, and the din of
street-car gongs.
In the lobby of one of the playhouses a woman paused to adjust her
wraps, and, hearing the cries of the newsboys, petulantly exclaimed:
"I'm absolutely sick of football. That performance during the third act
was enough to disgust one."
Her escort smiled. "Oh, you take it too seriously," he said. "Those
boys don't mean anything. That was merely Youth--irrepressible Youth,
on a tear. You wouldn't spoil the fun?"
"It may have been Youth," returned his companion, "but it sounded more
like the end of the world. It was a little too much!"
A bevy of shop-girls came bustling forth from a gallery exit.
"Rah! rah! rah!" they mimicked, whereupon the cry was answered by a
hundred throats as the doors belched forth the football players and
their friends. Out they came, tumbling, pushing, jostling; greeting
scowls and smiles with grins of insolent good-humor. In their hands
were decorated walking-sticks and flags, ragged and tattered as if from
long use in a heavy gale. Dignified old gentlemen dived among them in
pursuit of top-hats; hysterical matrons hustled daughters into
carriages and slammed the doors.
"Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" shrilled the newsboys. "Full account of the big game!"
A youth with a ridiculous little hat and heliotrope socks dashed into
the street, where, facing the crowd, he led a battle song of his
university. Policemen set their shoulders to the mob, but, though they
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The Camera Fiend
By E. W. Hornung
London
T. Fisher Unwin, Ltd.
Adelphi Terrace
1911
CONTENTS
A CONSCIENTIOUS ASS
A BOY ABOUT TOWN
HIS PEOPLE
A GRIM SAMARITAN
THE GLASS EYE
AN AWAKENING
BLOOD-GUILTY
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VACATION RAMBLES
By Thomas Hughes, Q.C.
Author Of ‘Tom Brown’s Schooldays’
Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator.--Juvenal
London: Macmillan And Co.
1895
[Illustration: 0001]
[Illustration: 0009]
PREFACE
Dear C----- So you want me to hunt up and edit all the “Vacuus Viator”
letters which my good old friends the editors of _The Spectator_ have
been kind enough to print during their long and beneficent ownership of
that famous journal! But one who has passed the Psalmist’s “Age of Man,”
and is by no means enamoured of his own early lucubrations (so far as
he recollects them), must have more diligence and assurance than your
father to undertake such a task. But this I can do with pleasure-give
them to you to do whatever you like with them, so far as I have any
property in, or control over them.
How did they come to be written? Well, in those days we were young
married folk with a growing family, and income enough to keep a modest
house and pay our way, but none to spare for _menus plaisirs_, of
which “globe trotting” (as it is now called) in our holidays was our
favourite. So, casting about for the wherewithal to indulge our taste,
the “happy thought” came to send letters by the way to my friends at 1
Wellington Street, if they could see their way to take them at the usual
tariff for articles. They agreed, and so helped us to indulge in our
favourite pastime, and the habit once contracted has lasted all these
years.
How about the name? Well, I took it from the well-known line of Juvenal,
“Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator,” which may be freely rendered,
“The hard-up globe trotter will whistle at the highwayman”; and, I
fancy, selected it to remind ourselves cheerfully upon what slender help
from the Banking world we managed to trot cheerfully all across Europe.
I will add a family story connected with the name which greatly
delighted us at the time. One of the letters reached your grandmother
when a small boy-cousin of yours (since developed into a distinguished
“dark blue” athlete and M.A. Oxon.) was staying with her for his
holidays. He had just begun Latin, and was rather proud of his new lore,
so your grandmother asked him how he should construe “Vacuus Viator.”
After serious thought for a minute, and not without a modest blush, he
replied, “I think, granny, it means a wandering cow”! You must make
my peace with the “M.A. Oxon.” if he should ever discover that I have
betrayed this early essay of his in classical translation.
Your loving Father,
THOS. HUGHES.
October 1895.
VACATION RAMBLES
EUROPE--1862 to 1866
Foreign parts, 14th August 1862.
Dear Mr. Editor-There are few sweeter moments in the year than those
in which one is engaged in choosing the vacation hat. No other garment
implies so much. A vista of coming idleness floats through the brain as
you stop before the hatter’s at different points in your daily walk, and
consider the last new thing in wideawakes. Then there rises before
the mind’s eye the imminent bliss of emancipation from the regulation
chimney-pot of Cockney England. Two-thirds of all pleasure reside in
anticipation and retrospect; and the anticipation of the yearly exodus
in a soft felt is amongst the least alloyed of all lookings forward to
the jaded man of business. By the way, did it ever occur to you, sir,
that herein lies the true answer to that Sphinx riddle so often asked in
vain, even of _Notes and Queries_: What is the origin of the proverb “As
mad as a hatter”? The inventor of the present hat of civilisation
was the typical hatter. There, I will not charge you anything for the
solution; but we are not to be for ever oppressed by the results of this
great insanity. Better times are in store for us, or I mistake the signs
of the times in the streets and shop windows. Beards and chimney-pots
cannot long co-exist.
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At the Earth's Core
By
Edgar Rice Burroughs
CONTENTS
PROLOG
I TOWARD THE ETERNAL FIRES
II A STRANGE WORLD
III A CHANGE OF MASTERS
IV DIAN THE BEAUTIFUL
V SLAVES
VI THE BEGINNING OF HORROR
VII FREEDOM
VIII THE MAHAR TEMPLE
IX THE FACE OF DEATH
X PHUTRA AGAIN
XI FOUR DEAD MAHARS
XII PURSUIT
XIII THE SLY ONE
XIV THE GARDEN OF EDEN
XV BACK TO EARTH
PROLOG
IN THE FIRST PLACE PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT I do not expect you to
believe this story. Nor could you wonder had you witnessed a recent
experience of mine when, in the armor of blissful and stupendous
ignorance, I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the Royal
Geological Society on the occasion of my last trip to London.
You would surely have thought that I had been detected in no less a
heinous crime than the purloining of the Crown Jewels from the Tower,
or putting poison in the coffee of His Majesty the King.
The erudite gentleman in whom I confided congealed before I was half
through!--it is all that saved him from exploding--and my dreams of an
Honorary Fellowship, gold medals, and a niche in the Hall of Fame faded
into the thin, cold air of his arctic atmosphere.
But I believe the story, and so would you, and so would the learned
Fellow of the Royal Geological Society, had you and he heard it from
the lips of the man who told it to me. Had you seen, as I did, the
fire of truth in those gray eyes; had you felt the ring of sincerity in
that quiet voice; had you realized the pathos of it all--you, too,
would believe. You would not have needed the final ocular proof that I
had--the weird rhamphorhynchus-like creature which he had brought back
with him from the inner world.
I came upon him quite suddenly, and no less unexpectedly, upon the rim
of the great Sahara Desert. He was standing before a goat-skin tent
amidst a clump of date palms within a tiny oasis. Close by was an Arab
douar of some eight or ten tents.
I had come down from the north to hunt lion. My party consisted of a
dozen children of the desert--I was the only "white" man. As we
approached the little clump of verdure I saw the man come from his tent
and with hand-shaded eyes peer intently at us. At sight of me he
advanced rapidly to meet us.
"A white man!" he cried. "May the good Lord be praised! I have been
watching you for hours, hoping against hope that THIS time there would
be a white man. Tell me the date. What year is it?"
And when I had told him he staggered as though he had been struck full
in the face, so that he was compelled to grasp my stirrup leather for
support.
"It cannot be!" he cried after a moment. "It cannot be! Tell me that
you are mistaken, or that you are but joking."
"I am telling you the truth, my friend," I replied. "Why should I
deceive a stranger, or attempt to, in so simple a matter as the date?"
For some time he stood in silence, with bowed head.
"Ten years!" he murmured, at last. "Ten years, and I thought that at
the most it could be scarce more than one!" That night he told me his
story--the story that I give you here as nearly in his own words as I
can recall them.
I
TOWARD THE ETERNAL FIRES
I WAS BORN IN CONNECTICUT ABOUT THIRTY YEARS ago. My name is David
Innes. My father was a wealthy mine owner. When I was nineteen he
died. All his property was to be mine when I had attained my
majority--provided that I had devoted the two years intervening in
close application to the great business I was to inherit.
I did my best to fulfil the last wishes of my parent--not because of
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AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY
BY BELLE K. MANIATES
AUTHOR OF DAVID DUNNE.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. HENRY
1915
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
He was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of adoration
"You may all," she directed, "look at Amarilly's work"
To-night he found himself less able than usual to cope with her caprices
"Be nice to Mr. St. John!" whispered the little peacemaker
[Illustration: He was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of
adoration]
AMARILLY OF CLOTHES-LINE ALLEY
CHAPTER I
The tiny, trivial touch of Destiny that caused the turn in Amarilly's
fate-tide came one morning when, in her capacity as assistant to the
scrub ladies at the Barlow Stock Theatre, she viewed for the first time
the dress rehearsal of _A Terrible Trial_. Heretofore the patient little
plodder had found in her occupation only the sordid satisfaction of
drawing her wages, but now the resplendent costumes, the tragedy in the
gestures of the villain, the languid grace of Lord Algernon, and the
haughty treble of the leading lady struck the spark that fired ambition
in her sluggish breast.
"Oh!" she gasped in wistful-voiced soliloquy, as she leaned against her
mop-stick and gazed aspiringly at the stage, "I wonder if I couldn't
rise!"
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UTOPIA OF USURERS AND OTHER ESSAYS
By Gilbert Keith Chesterton
CONTENTS
A Song of Swords
Utopia of Usurers
I. Art and Advertisement
II. Letters and the New Laureates
III. Unbusinesslike Business
IV. The War on Holidays
V. The Church of the Servile State
VI. Science and the Eugenists
VII. The Evolution of the Prison
VIII. The Lash for Labour
IX. The Mask of Socialism
The Escape
The New Raid
The New Name
A Workman's History of England
The French Revolution and the Irish
Liberalism: A Sample
The Fatigue of Fleet Street
The Amnesty for Aggression
Revive the Court Jester
The Art of Missing the Point
The Servile State Again
The Empire of the Ignorant
The Symbolism of Krupp
The Tower of Bebel
A Real Danger
The Dregs of Puritanism
The Tyranny of Bad Journalism
The Poetry of the Revolution
A SONG OF SWORDS
"A drove of cattle came into a village called Swords;
and was stopped by the rioters."--Daily Paper.
In the place called Swords on the Irish road
It is told for a new renown
How we held the horns of the cattle, and how
We will hold the horns of the devils now
Ere the lord of hell with the horn on his brow
Is crowned in Dublin town.
Light in the East and light in the West,
And light on the cruel lords,
On the souls that suddenly all men knew,
And the green flag flew and the red flag flew,
And many a wheel of the world stopped, too,
When the cattle were stopped at Swords.
Be they sinners or less than saints
That smite in the street for rage,
We know where the shame shines bright; we know
You that they smite at, you their foe,
Lords of the lawless wage and low,
This is your lawful wage.
You pinched a child to a torture price
That you dared not name in words;
So black a jest was the silver bit
That your own speech shook for the shame of it,
And the coward was plain as a cow they hit
When the cattle have strayed at Swords.
The wheel of the torrent of wives went round
To break men's brotherhood;
You gave the good Irish blood to grease
The clubs of your country's enemies;
you saw the brave man beat to the knees:
And you saw that it was good.
The rope of the rich is long and long--
The longest of hangmen's cords;
But the kings and crowds are holding their breath,
In a giant shadow o'er all beneath
Where God stands holding the scales of Death
Between the cattle and Swords.
Haply the lords that hire and lend
The lowest of all men's lords,
Who sell their kind like kine at a fair,
Will find no head of their cattle there;
But faces of men where cattle were:
Faces of men--and Swords.
UTOPIA OF USURERS
I. Art and Advertisement
I propose, subject to the patience of the reader, to devote two or
three articles to prophecy. Like all healthy-minded prophets, sacred and
profane, I can only prophesy when I am in a rage and think things look
ugly for everybody. And like all healthy-minded prophets, I prophesy in
the hope that my prophecy may not come true. For the prediction made by
the true soothsayer is like the warning given by a good doctor. And the
doctor has really triumphed when the patient he condemned to death has
revived to life. The threat is justified at the very moment when it is
falsified. Now I have said again and again (and I shall continue to say
again and again on all the most inappropriate occasions) that we must
hit Capitalism, and hit it hard, for the plain and definite reason that
it is growing stronger. Most of the excuses which serve the capitalists
as masks are, of course, the excuses of hypocrites. They lie when they
claim philanthropy; they no more feel any particular love of men than
Albu felt an affection for Chinamen. They lie when they say they have
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Little Wolf.
A TALE
OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER.
BY
MRS. M. A. CORNELIUS.
CINCINNATI:
JOURNAL AND MESSENGER,
No. 178 ELM STREET.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by
MRS. M. A. CORNELIUS,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
CONTENTS:
CHAPTER I.
A sad breakfast--The Sherman Family--The Language of
Flowers--What a Young Man was sure of--The Parting 5
CHAPTER II.
Pendleton--The Revelation at the Saloon--Euphonious
names--The Encounter--Our Heroine Appears and Highwaymen
Disappear 19
CHAPTER III.
A Reign of Confusion--Bloody Jim--Little Wolf's Allies
Prepare for Defence--Family Trouble 30
CHAPTER IV.
More Troubles--Who was Bloody Jim--His Attempt at Kidnapping
Little Wolf--The Cause of His Hatred and the Terror he
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A MARVEL OF ARTISTIC GENIUS.
Coggeshall in Essex is a small market-town, which, in days past was of
some slight importance as a busy little manufacturing place, but which
of later years has been drained of population, like many another place,
to supply material for the great 'centres.' It now has little to boast
of but its fine church, one of the three finest in the county, and some
most interesting ruins, well known to antiquaries; it takes, however, a
great pride in owning the parentage of the subject of this notice.
John Carter was the only son of a respectable labourer in Coggeshall,
but was himself brought up to silk-weaving, that being the staple
trade of the town. He was educated in the usual way at the national
school; but at the age of thirteen was transferred to Sir R. Hitcham's
grammar-school, where he continued about two years. During this
period he was chiefly remarkable for his aptitude for getting into
mischief; and the only sign given of the latent talent which was
afterwards so strangely developed in him was in drawing horses and
dogs of questionable beauty on his slates and copy-books; the walls of
his cottage also were frequently put under requisition for the same
purpose; a mark of talent which his mother in those days could have
readily dispensed with, as not tending to improve the look of her
humble apartment, which she always kept most scrupulously neat and
clean. He was a bright intelligent boy, and this and his high spirits
made him a general favourite, but proved also a great snare to him. He
became acquainted with a set of wild young men, and soon, naturally
enough, became the ringleader in all sorts of daring enterprise.
When Carter was about twenty he married; but though his wife was a
quiet and respectable young woman, his marriage does not appear to have
steadied him. He and his wild companions used to meet at one of the
public-houses and there talk over and arrange their operations. One
of the projects which these choice spirits agreed upon was a rooking
expedition, the young rooks being then in season. It was in the month
of May 1836. The place agreed on was Holfield Grange, there being there
a fine old avenue of elms, in which the rooks from time immemorial had
comfortably settled. The avenue was disused; and as it was some little
way from the house and away from the road and preserves, there was
little chance of their being interrupted by watchmen or gamekeepers.
They arranged to meet in a field outside the town with a given signal,
by which they might know friend from foe; this was to avoid leaving the
town in a body, which might have suggested suspicions of mischief, and
induced a little watching. Midnight found them all at the rendezvous,
and little more than half an hour's walking brought them to the chosen
spot. Carter, foremost as usual, was the first to climb one of the
tall trees, and was soon busy enough securing the young birds. The
trees in the avenue are very old, and stand somewhat close together,
their gnarled and massive boughs frequently interlacing, making it
quite possible for an expert climber to pass from one tree to another.
In attempting to perform this, Carter deceived either in the distance
or strength of a bough, missed his hold and fell to the ground, a
distance of about forty feet. He had fallen apparently on his head, for
it was crushed forwards on to his chest. For a time he lay perfectly
senseless, and the dismay of his wretched companions may be imagined.
Their position was an unenviable one, to say the least. What were they
to do? A mile and a half from the town, in the dead of night, in the
midst of their depredations, which must now inevitably become known,
and with one of their party dying or dead, they knew not which.
After a time, Carter seems to have recovered consciousness partially,
and made them understand, though his speech was so much affected as to
be almost unintelligible, that he wanted them to 'pull him out!' This
rough surgery they therefore tried, some taking his head and some his
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AZALEA’S
SILVER WEB
BY
ELIA W. PEATTIE
Author of Azalea; Annie Laurie and Azalea;
Azalea at Sunset Gap, etc.
_Illustrations by_
_E. R. Kirkbride_
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The Reilly & Britton Co.
Chicago
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Copyright, 1915
by
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I GROWN GIRLS 9
II NEW RELATIONS 27
III OWN FOLK 46
IV MADAM GRANDMOTHER 64
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THE FROZEN DEEP
by Wilkie Collins
First Scene--The Ball-room
Chapter 1.
The date is between twenty and thirty years ago. The place is an English
sea-port. The time is night. And the business of the moment is--dancing.
The Mayor and Corporation of the town are giving a grand ball, in
celebration of the departure of an Arctic expedition from their port.
The ships of the expedition are two in number--the _Wanderer_ and the
_Sea-mew_. They are to sail (in search of the Northwest Passage) on the
next day, with the morning tide.
Honor to the Mayor and Corporation! It is a brilliant ball. The band is
complete. The room is spacious. The large conservatory opening out of it
is pleasantly lighted with Chinese lanterns, and beautifully decorated
with shrubs and flowers. All officers of the army and navy who are
present wear their uniforms in honor of the occasion. Among the ladies,
the display of dresses (a subject which the men don't understand) is
bewildering--and the average of beauty (a subject which the men do
understand) is the highest average attainable, in all parts of the room.
For the moment, the dance which is in progress is a quadrille. General
admiration selects two of the ladies who are dancing as its favorite
objects. One is a dark beauty in the prime of womanhood--the wife of
First Lieutenant Crayford, of the _Wanderer_. The other is a young girl,
pale and delicate; dressed simply in white; with no ornament on her head
but her own lovely brown hair. This is Miss Clara Burnham--an orphan.
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THE FORTUNATE ISLES
* * * * *
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
_Travel_
OUR STOLEN SUMMER
A VERSAILLES CHRISTMAS-TIDE
_Novels_
THE GLEN
THE FIRST STONE
WITH CLIPPED WINGS
THE MAN IN THE WOOD
BACKWATERS
HER BESETTING VIRTUE
THE MISSES MAKE-BELIEVE
* * * * *
[Illustration: Calle Del Calvario, Pollensa]
THE FORTUNATE ISLES
Life and Travel in Majorca, Minorca and Iviza
by
MARY STUART BOYD
With Eight Illustrations in Colour and Fifty-Two Pen Drawings
by A. S. Boyd, R.S.W.
Methuen & Co. Ltd.
36 Essex Street W.C.
London
First Published in 1911
FOREWARNING
"I hear you think of spending the winter in the Balearic Islands?"
said the only Briton we met who had been there. "Well, I warn you,
you won't enjoy them. They are quite out of the world. There are no
tourists. Not a soul understands a word of English, and there's
nothing whatever to do. If you take my advice you won't go."
So we went. And what follows is a faithful account of what befell us
in these fortunate isles.
M. S. B.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. SOUTHWARDS 1
II. OUR CASA IN SPAIN 14
III. PALMA, THE PEARL OF THE MEDITERRANEAN 26
IV. HOUSEKEEPING 39
V. TWO HISTORIC BUILDINGS 51
VI. THE FAIR AT INCA 60
VII. VALLDEMOSA 66
VIII. MIRAMAR 79
IX. SOLLER 94
X. ANDRAITX 107
XI. UP AMONG THE WINDMILLS 117
XII. NAVIDAD 128
XIII. THE FEAST OF THE CONQUISTADOR 143
XIV. POLLENSA 152
XV. THE PORT OF ALCUDIA 168
XVI. MINORCA 179
XVII. STORM-BOUND 193
XVIII. ALARO 203
XIX. THE DRAGON CAVES AND MANACOR 215
XX. ARTA AND ITS CAVES 225
XXI. AMONG THE HILLS 242
XXII. DEYA, AND A PALMA PROCESSION 252
XXIII. OF FAIR WOMEN AND FINE WEATHER 264
XXIV. OF ODDS AND ENDS 274
XXV. IVIZA--A FORGOTTEN ISLE 289
XXVI. AN IVIZAN SABBATH 301
XXVII. AT SAN ANTONIO 311
XXVIII. WELCOME AND FAREWELL 320
XXIX. LAST DAYS 328
INDEX 335
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
IN COLOUR
CALLE DEL CALVARIO, POLLENSA _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
PALMA DE MALLORCA, FROM THE TERRENO 26
VALLDEMOSA 70
SOLLER 94
AFTER THE FEAST OF THE CONQUISTADOR, PALMA CATHEDRAL 143
THE ROMAN GATEWAY, ALCUDIA 168
MAHON, MINORCA 193
SUNDAY MORNING AT IVIZA 289
PEN DRAWINGS
PAGE
THE CATHEDRAL AND THE LONJA, PALMA 1
A PALMA _PATIO_ 9
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THE GIRLS OF HILLCREST FARM
Or
The Secret of the Rocks
by
AMY BELL MARLOWE
Author of
The Oldest of Four, A Little Miss Nobody,
The Girl from Sunset Ranch, Etc.
[Illustration: LUCAS TORE DOWN THE BANK AND WADED RIGHT INTO THE STREAM.
Frontispiece (Page 61.)]
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
Made in the United States of America
Copyright, 1914, by
Grosset & Dunlap
_The Girls of Hillcrest Farm_
CONTENTS
Chapter Page
I. EVERYTHING AT ONCE! 1
II. AUNT JANE PROPOSES 10
III. THE DOCTOR DISPOSES 24
IV. THE PILGRIMAGE 37
V. LUCAS PRITCHETT 51
VI. NEIGHBORS 61
VII. HILLCREST 73
VIII. THE WHISPER IN THE DARK 85
IX. MORNING AT HILLCREST 96
X. THE VENTURE 109
XI. AT THE SCHOOLHOUSE 126
XII. THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER 134
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THE LAY ANTHONY
A Romance
By Joseph Hergesheimer
New York & London
Mitchell Kennerley 1914
"_... if in passing from this deceitful world into true life love is
not forgotten,... I know that among the most joyous souls of the third
heaven my Fiametta sees my pain. Pray her, if the sweet draught of Lethe
has not robbed me of her,... to obtain my ascent to her._"
--Giovanni Boccaccio
TO
DOROTHY
THIS
FIGMENT OF A PERPETUAL FLOWERING
THE LAY ANTHONY
I--A ROMANCE
NOT for the honor of winning the Vanderbilt Cup, nor for the glory of
pitching a major league baseball team into the world's championship,
would Tony Ball have admitted to the familiar and derisive group in the
drugstore that he was--in the exact, physical aspect of the word--pure.
Secretly, and in an entirely natural and healthy manner, he was ashamed
of his innocence. He carefully concealed it in an elaborate assumption
of wide worldly knowledge and experience, in an attitude of cynical
comprehension, and indifference toward _girls_.
But he might have spared himself the effort, the fictions, of his
pose--had he proclaimed his ignorance aloud from the brilliantly lighted
entrance to the drugstore no one who knew him in the midweek, night
throng on Ellerton's main street would have credited Anthony with
anything beyond a thin and surprising joke. He was, at twenty, the
absolute, adventurous opposite of any conscious or cloistered virtue:
the careless carriage of his big, loose frame; his frank, smiling grey
eyes and ample mouth; his very, drawling voice--all marked him for a
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LIST
OF
POST OFFICES
IN
CANADA,
(_Arranged Alphabetically,--Also by Electoral Counties_.)
WITH THE
NAMES OF THE POSTMASTERS,
ON
THE 1ST JANUARY, 1865.
Printed by Order of the Postmaster General.
[Illustration]
QUEBEC:
PRINTED BY A. CÔTÉ & CO., UPPER TOWN.
1865.
_Memorandum._)
POST OFFICE DEPARTMENT,
1st January, 1865.
Postmasters will correct their Lists by the Notices of Post Office
Operations, with which they will be furnished from time to time; and
should any Postmaster discover an error in the description of his Office,
as set forth in this List, he will please notify the same to this
Department without delay.
A List of Rates of Postage for Foreign Countries &c. is appended to this
List.
PRINCIPAL OFFICERS OF THE POST OFFICE DEPARTMENT.
HON. W. P. HOWLAND _Postmaster General_.
WILLIAM HENRY GRIFFIN _Deputy Postmaster General_.
H. A. WICKSTEED _Accountant_.
WILLIAM WHITE _Secretary_.
JOHN ASHWORTH _Cashier_.
PETER LESUEUR _Superintendent Money Order Branch_.
Inspectors.
STATION
JOHN DEWE in charge of Toronto Division Toronto.
G. E. GRIFFIN ” London ” London.
M. SWEETNAM ” Kingston ” Kingston.
E. F. KING ” Montreal ” Montreal.
W. G. SHEPPARD ” Quebec ” Quebec.
LIST OF
POST OFFICES IN CANADA,
(ARRANGED ALPHABETICALLY,)
WITH THE
NAMES OF THE POSTMASTERS,
ON THE 1ST JANUARY 1865.
_The Offices printed in Italics are authorized to Grant and Pay Money
Orders._
_The Offices marked * are authorized to sell Bill Stamps._
_ ” ” † ” ” Lower Canada Law Stamps._
/*
--------------------+---------------+-----------------+-----------------
|TOWNSHIP IF IN |
| CANADA WEST, |
| AND TOWNSHIP, |
| SEIGNIORY OR |
|PARISH, IF IN |ELECTORAL COUNTY | NAME OF
NAME OF POST OFFICE.| CANADA EAST. | OR DIVISION. | POSTMASTER.
--------------------+---------------+-----------------+-----------------
Abbott’s Corners | |Missisquoi |H. H. Smith
† Abbottsford | |Rouville |Mrs. Eliza Fisk
Aberarder |Plympton |Lambton |D. McBean
Abercorn |Sutton |Brome |Benjamin Seaton
Aberfoyle |Puslinch |Wellington, S. R.|S. Falconbridge
Abingdon |Caistor |Lincoln |Thomas Pearson
* Acton |Esquesing |Halton |J. Matthews
† * _Acton Vale_ |Acton |Bagot |A. Quintin dit
| | |Dubois
Adamsville |Farnham |Brome |George Adams
Adare |Biddulph |Middlesex, W. R. |William Clarke
Addison |Elizabethtown |Town of |Coleman Lewis
| |Brockville |
* _Adelaide_ |Adelaide |Middlesex, W. R. |John S. Hoare
Admaston |Admaston |Renfrew |Arch. Patterson
Adolphustown |Adolphustown |Lenox |J. J. Watson
Agincourt |Scarboro’ |York, E. R. |John Lowther
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TWICE TOLD TALES
THE VISION OF THE FOUNTAIN
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
At fifteen, I became a resident in a country village, more than a hundred
miles from home. The morning after my arrival--a September morning, but
warm and bright as any in July--I rambled into a wood of oaks, with a few
walnut-trees intermixed, forming the closest shade above my head. The
ground was rocky, uneven, overgrown with bushes and clumps of young
saplings, and traversed only by cattle-paths. The track, which I chanced
to follow, led me to a crystal spring, with a border of grass, as freshly
green as on May morning, and overshadowed by the limb of a great oak.
One solitary sunbeam found its way down, and played like a goldfish in
the water.
From my childhood, I have loved to gaze into a spring. The water filled
a circular basin, small but deep, and set round with stones, some of
which were covered with slimy moss, the others naked, and of variegated
hue, reddish, white, and brown. The bottom was covered with coarse sand,
which sparkled in the lonely sunbeam, and seemed to illuminate the spring
with an unborrowed light. In one spot, the gush of the water violently
agitated the sand, but without obscuring the fountain, or breaking the
glassiness of its surface. It appeared as if some living creature were
about to emerge--the Naiad of the spring, perhaps--in the shape of a
beautiful young woman, with a gown of filmy water-moss, a belt of
rainbow-drops, and a cold, pure, passionless countenance. How would the
beholder shiver, pleasantly, yet fearfully, to see her sitting on one of
the stones, paddling her white feet in the ripples, and throwing up
water, to sparkle in the sun! Wherever she laid her hands on grass and
flowers, they would immediately be moist, as with morning dew. Then
would she set about her labors, like a careful housewife, to clear the
fountain of withered leaves, and bits of slimy wood, and old acorns from
the oaks above, and grains of corn left by cattle in drinking, till the
bright sand, in the bright water, were like a treasury of diamonds. But,
should the intruder approach too near, he would find only the drops of a
summer shower glistening about the spot where he had seen her.
Reclining on the border of grass, where the dewy goddess should have
been, I bent forward, and a pair of eyes met mine within the watery
mirror. They were the reflection of my own. I looked again, and lo!
another face, deeper in the fountain than my own image, more distinct in
all the features, yet faint as thought. The vision had the aspect of a
fair young girl, with locks of paly gold. A mirthful expression laughed
in the eyes and dimpled over the whole shadowy countenance, till it
seemed just what a fountain would be, if, while dancing merrily into the
sunshine, it should assume the shape of woman. Through the dim rosiness
of the cheeks, I could see the brown leaves, the slimy twigs, the acorns,
and the sparkling sand. The solitary sunbeam was diffused among the
golden hair, which melted into its faint brightness, and became a glory
round that head so beautiful!
My description can give no idea how suddenly the fountain was thus
tenanted, and how soon it was left desolate. I breathed; and there was
the face! I held my breath; and it was gone! Had it passed away, or
faded into nothing? I doubted whether it had ever been.
My sweet readers, what a dreamy and delicious hour did I spend, where
that vision found and left me! For a long time I sat perfectly still,
waiting till it should reappear, and fearful that the slightest motion,
or even the flutter of my breath, might frighten it away. Thus have I
often started from a pleasant dream, and then kept quiet, in hopes to
wile it back. Deep were my musings, as to the race and attributes of
that ethereal being. Had I created her? Was she the daughter of my
fancy, akin to those strange shapes which peep under the lids of
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POEMS FROM EASTERN SOURCES:
THE STEADFAST PRINCE;
AND OTHER POEMS.
BY
RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH.
LONDON:
EDWARD MOXON, DOVER STREET.
MDCCCXLII.
LONDON:
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
CONTENTS.
POEMS FROM EASTERN SOURCES.
PAGE
ALEXANDER AT THE GATES OF PARADISE.—A LEGEND
FROM THE TALMUD 3
CHIDHER’S WELL 11
THE BANISHED KINGS 14
THE BALLADS OF HAROUN AL RASCHID:
I.—THE SPILT PEARLS 20
II.—THE BARMECIDES 24
III.—THE FESTIVAL 35
THE EASTERN NARCISSUS 41
THE SEASONS:
I.—WINTER 43
II.—SPRING 46
III.—SUMMER 49
IV.—AUTUMN 52
MOSES AND JETHRO 55
PROVERBS, TURKISH AND PERSIAN 60
“THE GOOD THAT ONE MAN FLINGS ASIDE” 64
LOVE 67
THE FALCON 69
LIFE THROUGH DEATH:
I.—“A PAGAN KING TORMENTED FIERCELY ALL” 71
II.—“A DEW-DROP FALLING ON THE WILD SEA
WAVE” 73
III.—“THE SEED MUST DIE, BEFORE THE CORN
APPEARS” 74
THE WORLD 75
THE MONK AND SINNER 78
“WHAT, THOU ASKEST, IS THE HEAVEN, AND THE
ROUND EARTH AND THE SEA” 81
THE SUPPLIANT 84
THE PANTHEIST; OR, THE ORIGIN OF EVIL 87
GHAZEL 90
THE RIGHTEOUS OF THE WORLD 91
MAXIMS 94
THE FALCON’S REWARD 96
THE CONVERSION OF ABRAHAM 101
SONNET 103
THE DEAD DOG 104
“FAIR VESSEL HAST THOU SEEN WITH HONEY FILLED” 106
FRAGMENTS:
I.—THE CERTAINTY OF FAITH 108
II.—MAN’S TWOFOLD NATURE 109
III.—SCIENCE AND LOVE 110
IV.—“THE BUSINESS OF THE WORLD IS CHILD’S
PLAY MERE” 111
V.—“SAGE, THAT WOULD’ST MAKER OF THINE OWN
GOD BE” 112
VI.—“MAN, THE CAGED BIRD THAT OWNED AN
HIGHER NEST” 113
NOTES TO THE POEMS FROM EASTERN SOURCES 115
THE STEADFAST PRINCE:
PART I. 125
PART II. 152
ORPHEUS AND THE SIRENS 173
ST. CHRYSOSTOM 184
THE OIL OF MERCY 185
THE TREE OF LIFE.—FROM THE GERMAN OF RÜCKERT 192
THE TREE OF LIFE.—FROM AN OLD LATIN POEM 195
PARADISE.—FROM THE GERMAN OF RÜCKERT 199
THE LOREY LEY.—FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE 203
“OH THOU OF DARK FOREBODINGS DREAR” 205
THE PRODIGAL 206
THE CORREGAN.—A BALLAD OF BRITTANY 208
SONNET 214
SONNET 215
SONNET 216
THE ETRURIAN KING 217
THE FAMINE 219
THE PRIZE OF SONG 231
NOTES 235
ERRATA.
Page 39, line 9, for _one_ read _our_.
— 191, — 11, dele comma.
— 215, — 2, for _light_ read _slight_.
POEMS
FROM
EASTERN SOURCES.
NOTE.
The following Poems bear somewhat a vague title, because
such only would describe the nature of Poems which have been
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THE BLIND BROTHER.
SUNSHINE LIBRARY.
=Aunt Hannah and Seth.= By James Otis.
=Blind Brother (The).= By Homer Greene.
=Captain's Dog (The).= By Louis Enault.
=Cat and the Candle (The).= By Mary F. Leonard.
=Christmas at Deacon Hackett's.= By James Otis.
=Christmas-Tree Scholar.= By Frances Bent Dillingham.
=Dear Little Marchioness.= The Story of a Child's Faith and Love.
=Dick in the Desert.= By James Otis.
=Divided Skates.= By Evelyn Raymond.
=Gold Thread (The).= By Norman MacLeod, D.D.
=Half a Dozen Thinking Caps.= By Mary Leonard.
=How Tommy Saved the Barn.= By James Otis.
=Ingleside.= By Barbara Yechton.
=J. Cole.= By Emma Gellibrand.
=Jessica's First Prayer.= By Hesba Stretton.
=Laddie.= By the author of "Miss Toosey's Mission."
=Little Crusaders.= By Eva Madden.
=Little Sunshine's Holiday.= By Miss Mulock.
=Little Peter.= By Lucas Malet.
=Master Sunshine.= By Mrs. C. F. Fraser.
=Miss Toosey's Mission.= By the author of "Laddie."
=Musical Journey of Dorothy and Delia.= By Bradley Gilman.
=Our Uncle, the Major.= A Story of 1765. By James Otis.
=Pair of Them (A).= By Evelyn Raymond.
=Playground Toni.= By Anna Chapin Ray.
=Play Lady (The).= By Ella Farman Pratt.
=Prince Prigio.= By Andrew Lang.
=Short Cruise (A).= By James Otis.
=Smoky Days.= By Edward W. Thomson.
=Strawberry Hill.= By Mrs. C. F. Fraser.
=Sunbeams and Moonbeams.= By Louise R. Baker.
=Two and One.= By Charlotte M. Vaile.
=Wreck of the Circus (The).= By James Otis.
=Young Boss (The).= By Edward W. Thomson.
THOMAS Y. CROWELL & COMPANY,
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IV. THE TRIAL 69
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VII. THE SHADOW OF DEATH 128
VIII. OUT OF DARKNESS 148
THE BLIND BROTHER.
CHAPTER I.
LOST IN THE MINE.
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ARTHURIAN ROMANCES
Unrepresented in Malory's
"Morte d'Arthur"
_No. III_
Guingamor, Lanval, Tyolet,
Le Bisclaveret.
ARTHURIAN ROMANCES
UNREPRESENTED IN MALORY'S
"MORTE D'ARTHUR"
I. SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT.
A Middle-English Romance retold in Modern Prose, with Introduction
and Notes, by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by M. M. CRAWFORD. 2nd
Edition, 1909. 2s. net.
II. TRISTAN AND ISEULT.
Rendered into English from the German of Gottfried of Strassburg
by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS. Two vols. 4th
Edition, 1910. 4s. net.
III. GUINGAMOR, LANVAL, TYOLET, LE BISCLAVERET.
Four Lays rendered into English Prose from the French of Marie de
France and others by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS.
2nd Edition, 1910. 2s. net.
IV. MORIEN.
Translated for the first time from the original Dutch by JESSIE L.
WESTON. With Frontispiece and Designed Title-Page by CAROLINE WATTS.
1901. 2s. net.
V. LE BEAUS DESCONNUS. CLIGES.
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WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE M. WATTS. 1902. 2s. net.
VI. SIR GAWAIN AT THE GRAIL CASTLE.
Three Versions from the Conte del Graal, Diu Crone, and the Prose
Lancelot. By JESSIE L. WESTON. 1903. 2s. net.
VII. SIR GAWAIN AND THE LADY OF LYS.
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the Conte del Graal by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by MORRIS M.
WILLIAMS. 1907. 2s. net.
[Illustration]
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Preface
The previous volumes which have been published in this series have
contained versions belonging to what we may call the _conscious_ period
of romantic literature; the writers had not only a story to tell, but
had also a very distinct feeling for the literary form of that story
and the characterisation of the actors in it. In this present volume we
go behind the work of these masters of their craft to that great mass
of floating popular tradition from which the Arthurian epic gradually
shaped itself, and of which fragments remain to throw here and there an
unexpected light on certain features of the story, and to tantalise us
with hints of all that has been lost past recovery.
All who have any real knowledge of the Arthurian cycle are well aware
that the Breton _lais_, representing as they do the popular tradition
and folk-lore of the people among whom they were current, are of value
as affording indications of the original form and meaning of much of
the completed legend, but of how much or how little value has not yet
been exactly determined. An earlier generation of scholars regarded
them as of great, perhaps too great, importance. They were inclined
indiscriminately to regard the Arthurian romances as being but a series
of connected _lais_. A later school practically ignores them, and
sees in the Arthurian romances the conscious production of literary
invention, dealing with materials gathered from all sources, and
remodelled by the genius of a Northern French poet.
I believe, myself, that the eventual result of criticism will be to
establish a position midway between these two points, and to show that
though certain of the early Celticists exaggerated somewhat, they
were, in the main, correct--their theory did not account for all the
varied problems of the Arthurian story, but it was not for that to be
lightly dismissed. The true note of the Arthurian legend is evolution
_not_ invention; the roots of that goodly growth spring alike from
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DEFENSE OF THE FAITH
AND THE SAINTS
BY
B. H. ROBERTS
AUTHOR OF
"The Gospel"
"Outlines of Ecclesiastical History"
"New Witness for God"
"Mormon Doctrine of Deity"
Etc., Etc.
VOLUME II.
Salt Lake City
1912
GENERAL FOREWORD
No word of Preface is necessary to this Volume, except to say that
in presenting it to his readers, the author feels that that he is
fulfilling a promise made to them when Volume I of the series was
issued.
A word of explanation will be found as an introduction to each
subdivision of the book, which excludes the necessity of making any
reference to such subdivisions in this General Forward.
THE AUTHOR.
Salt Lake City, January, 1912.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
GENERAL FOREWORD
Part I.
ORIGIN OF THE BOOK OF MORMON.
Schroeder-Roberts' Debate.
Foreword.
The Appearing of Moroni.
The Book of Mormon.
Description of the Nephite Record.
THE ORIGIN OF THE BOOK OF MORMON.
By Theodore Schroeder.
I.
Solomon Spaulding and his first manuscript.
Spaulding's rewritten manuscript.
Erroneous theories examined.
II.
How about Sidney Rigdon?
Rigdon's prior religious dishonesty.
Rigdon had opportunity to steal the manuscript.
Rigdon's only denial analyzed.
Rigdon and Lambdin in 1815.
Rigdon exhibits Spaulding's manuscript.
Rigdon foreknows the coming and contents of the Book of Mormon.
III.
From Rigdon to Smith via P. P. Pratt.
Rigdon visits Smith before Mormonism.
The conversion of Parley P. Pratt.
Rigdon's miraculous conversion.
The plagiarism clinched.
IV.
For the love of gold, not God.
Concluding comment.
THE ORIGIN OF THE BOOK OF MORMON.
By Brigham H. Roberts.
I.
Justifications for replying to Mr. Schroeder.
Preliminary considerations.
Various classes of witnesses.
Conflicting theories of origin.
Mr. Schroeder's statement of his case.
The facts of the Spaulding manuscript.
The task of the present writer.
The enemies of the Prophet.
"Dr." Philastus Hurlburt.
Rev. Adamson Bently, et al.
II.
The "second" Spaulding manuscript.
The failure of Howe's book.
The Conneaut witnesses.
E. D. Howe discredited as a witness.
The Davidson statement.
Alleged statement of Mrs. Davidson, formerly the wife of Solomon
Spaulding.
The Haven-Davidson interview.
Mrs. Ellen E. Dickinson's repudiation of the Davidson statement.
Reverend John A. Clark and the Davidson statement.
Mutilation of the Haven-Davidson interview.
Mr. Schroeder and the Davidson statement.
Why Mr. Schroeder discredits the Spaulding witnesses.
III.
The connection of Sidney Rigdon with the Spaulding manuscript.
Of Rigdon's alleged "religious dishonesty."
Rigdon's opportunity to steal Spaulding's manuscript.
Did Rigdon exhibit the Spaulding manuscript.
Did Rigdon foreknown the coming and contents of the Book of Mormon?
Alexander Campbell and the Book of Mormon in 1831.
IV.
"The Angel of the Prairies."
The supposed meetings of Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon before the
publication of the Book of Mormon.
Of the conversion of Pratt and Rigdon.
The denials of Rigdon.
The real origin of the Spaulding theory.
The motive for publishing the Book of Mormon.
Concluding remarks.
Part II.
RECENT DISCUSSION OF MORMON AFFAIRS.
Foreword.
I.
AN ADDRESS.
By the Presidency of the Church.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to the world.
II.
REVIEW OF ADDRESS TO THE WORLD.
By the Ministerial Association.
Foreword.
Review.
III.
ANSWER TO MINISTERIAL ASSOCIATION'S REVIEW.
By B. H. Roberts.
Foreword.
Answer.
Part III.
JOSEPH SMITH'S DOCTRINES VINDICATED.
Foreword.
I.
THE FIRST MESSAGE OF MORMONISM VINDICATED.
Joseph Smith's first vision.
"Creeds are an abomination."
God's first message confirmed.
Reform in Protestantism.
What Mormonism affirms.
Immortality of man.
II.
OTHER DOCTRINES OF JOSEPH SMITH VINDICATED BY THE COLLEGES.
I. Men the Avatars of God.
II. The Existence of a Plurality of Divine Intelligences--Gods.
Part IV.
MISCELLANEOUS DISCOURSES.
I.
THE SPIRIT OF MORMONISM; A SLANDER REFUTED.
Introductory.
People judged by their laws.
The calling of Sidney Rigdon.
A few days with the Prophet--Prayerfulness.
Woman's place in Mormonism.
God's Herald of the Resurrection and Human Brotherhood--Woman.
Unjust criticism answered.
By their works they shall be judged.
II.
ERRONEOUS IMPRESSIONS ABOUT THE LATTER-DAY SAINTS--SOME THINGS THEY DO
NOT BELIEVE.
Catholic belief.
Faith in the Godhead.
Erroneous reports.
Revelation quoted.
Belief in revelation.
Inspired utterances.
Revealed word.
God's word is Truth.
Testimony borne.
III.
THE THINGS OF GOD GREATER THAN MAN'S CONCEPTION OF THEM.
Divine things misjudged.
Marvelous work and a wonder.
The New Jerusalem.
Restoration of Israel.
Lost tribes in the north.
Israel now gathering.
Purposes of God will not fail.
IV.
MORMONISM AS A BODY OF DOCTRINE.
Introductory.
Mormon view of the universe.
Philosophy of Mormonism.
Source of moral evil.
The place and mission of Christ in Mormon doctrine.
V.
PEACE.
The blessedness of peace.
The God of Battles.
Justice the basis of peace.
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"JESUS SAYS SO."
* * * * *
BOSTON:
MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
Depository, No. 13 Cornhill.
1851.
[Illustration: Frontispiece.]
"JESUS SAYS SO."
OR,
A MEMORIAL OF LITTLE
SARAH G----
FROM THE LONDON EDITION.
_Approved by the Committee of Publication_.
BOSTON:
MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
Depository, No. 13 Cornhill.
1851.
"JESUS SAYS SO."
Sarah G---- was one of several children, living with their parents in a
narrow lane in London. Early in the year 1847, Sarah's father had met
with a serious accident, and was then in the hospital, where he remained
for many weeks a severe sufferer. Sarah and her brothers, deprived of
the usual means of support, and their mother being in constant
attendance on her husband, were consequently often left in great
necessity. More than once have these little ones been known to reach the
hour of four or five in the afternoon, before taking any food; but
amidst all their privations, no complaint was heard from the lips of
Sarah. It was not known until after her death, how silently, yet how
powerfully, the Spirit of God was, even at this time, working in her
heart.
There was nothing particularly attractive in her appearance; quiet and
unobtrusive, she seemed to the outward observer like most other
children; but "the Lord seeth not as man seeth." The Great Shepherd of
the sheep had his eye on this little lamb of the fold, and marked her
for his own. At home she was gentle and affectionate, obedient to her
parents, and during their absence she watched kindly over her little
brothers.
Her poor family tasted largely of the cup of sorrow, but poverty and
distress, instead of producing impatience and unkindness, seemed to bind
each one more closely to the other. They experienced the truth of those
words: "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith," Prov. 15:17. "Better is a dry morsel, and quietness
therewith, than a house full of sacrifices with strife," Prov. 17:1.
The death of her youngest brother appeared to make a strong impression
on Sarah's mind; she said she liked to think she had a brother in
heaven. Soon after that event, she was admitted into a Sabbath school,
and it was her delight in the week to prepare her lessons. "Sunday is
such a happy day," she would say; and on that morning she would rise
earlier than usual to get ready for school.
A little circumstance, which occurred at this time, marked her
tenderness of conscience. A new bonnet had been promised to her, but not
arriving at the time she had hoped, her disappointment was so great that
she shed many tears. This was mentioned to a friend, who talked to her
about it. Sarah made no remark at the time, but afterwards she said to
her mother, "I did not know before that it was wrong to cry when we were
disappointed; I will try not to do so again:" and in the evening her
father overheard her begging God to forgive her pride and fretting about
the bonnet.
Another feature in Sarah's character may be here noticed: this was her
love of truth. "She has never deceived me," was her mother's frequent
remark. "I cannot remember a single instance of untruth, _even in
play_," and perhaps this truthfulness of spirit enabled her the more
readily to trust the word of another. "She promised me," Sarah would
say, and on the promise she would ever rest, in all the sweet dependence
of a child. Surely this may speak a word to those professing to be the
followers of Him who keepeth his promise for ever--the covenant-keeping
God. How lightly are promises often made! how carelessly and
thoughtlessly broken!
Sarah was only permitted to attend the Sabbath school for a few weeks.
Her health and strength failed, and soon she was confined to her room,
then to her bed, which she scarcely left for several months. But now the
work of God within her became more evident. It was a pleasant service to
sit by the bed of this young disciple, and read and talk with her of a
Saviour's love. She said but little, except in answer to questions, but
her bright and happy countenance showed how welcome was the subject. Who
that witnessed her simple, child-like faith, would not acknowledge the
fruit of the Spirit's teaching? It was the more apparent, as she had but
little help from man, and few outward advantages, not even being able to
read; but she treasured up in her mind all she heard, and it was as food
to her soul, the joy and rejoicing of her heart.
At an early period of her illness, a violent attack of pain and
palpitation of the heart made her think she was dying, and she told her
mother so, adding, "But I am not afraid, I am so happy." "What makes you
so happy?" was asked. "Because I am going to heaven, and when I pray to
Jesus, my heart seems lifted up." "But, Sarah, do you think your sins
forgiven?" "Yes, mother, I am sure so." "What makes you so sure?"
"Because _Jesus says so_."
"Jesus says,"--this was ever the ground of her confidence, and proved to
all around her the Saviour's oft-repeated lesson,--"Whosoever shall not
receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter
therein."
Sarah lingered many weeks after this. Her mind was full of peace; as she
lay on her sick bed, no shade of fear passed over her, all was sunshine
within. This one happy thought filled her mind,--"Jesus loves me, I am
going to heaven."
A friend wishing to find out on what her hopes of happiness rested, and
if she had a real sense of sin, said to her, "You talk much of going to
heaven, tell me, do you deserve to go there?" "Oh, no," was her reply,
"I do not deserve it." "Why not?" In a solemn tone, she answered,
"Because I have sinned." It was remarked, "How then can you go there?
Heaven is such a holy place, no sin can enter there." With the brightest
smile she quietly replied, "Ah! but Jesus says he will wash away all my
sin, and make my soul quite white, and he will carry me there."
Oh that all would learn of her thus to take Jesus at his word! What an
enemy to peace is an unbelieving heart!
None spoke ill of this little girl, even those who knew her least
remarked, "she was a good pleasant child," but her grateful affection
beamed strongly towards all who showed her any kindness, and one who
watched her with interest throughout her illness, will not soon forget
the earnest smile of welcome with which she was always greeted, when too
ill to speak. Thus she told her thanks.
Once, the 103d Psalm was read to her, with some remarks on David's
causes of thankfulness. It was remarked, "You, too, Sarah, have many
things to bless God for; for what do you thank him most?" She answered,
"Oh, I thank him most for sending Jesus from heaven to save me."
Many were the words of comfort she spoke to her poor sorrowing mother,
whose heart at times seemed almost broken at the prospect of losing her.
She said, "You will not cry, when I am in heaven, dear mother. I am only
going a little while first, and you will soon follow;" and once, on an
occasion of deep family distress, she pointed to the surest way for
relief, saying, "Mother, why do you cry so? Does not the Bible say God
cares for the sparrows, and are not you better than a sparrow? O mother,
pray, do pray, and then you will be so happy."
So calmly, so peacefully, did this young disciple enter the dark valley,
that truly she might have said,
"There's nothing terrible in death
To those who go to heaven."
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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,_
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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 ALL RIGHT, HUGH"--AT LAST
THE BLIND MAN'S EYES
CHAPTER I
A FINANCIER DIES
Gabriel Warden--capitalist, railroad director, owner of mines and
timber lands, at twenty a cow-puncher, at forty-eight one of the
predominant men of the Northwest Coast--paced with quick, uneven steps
the great wicker-furnished living room of his home just above Seattle
on Puget Sound. Twice within ten minutes he had used the telephone in
the hall to ask the same question and, apparently to receive the same
reply--that the train from Vancouver, for which he had inquired, had
come in and that the passengers had left the station.
It was not like Gabriel Warden to show nervousness of any sort; Kondo,
the Japanese doorman, who therefore had found something strange in this
telephoning, watched him through the portieres which shut off the
living-room from the hall. Three times Kondo saw him--big, uncouth in
the careless fit of his clothes, powerful and impressive in his
strength of feature and the carriage of his well-shaped head--go to the
window and, watch in hand, stand staring out. It was a Sunday evening
toward the end of February--cold, cloudy and with a chill wind driving
over the city and across the Sound. Warden evidently saw no one as he
gazed out into the murk; but each moment, Kondo observed, his
nervousness increased. He turned suddenly and pressed the bell to call
a servant. Kondo, retreating silently down the hall, advanced again
and entered the room; he noticed then that Warden's hand, which was
still holding the watch before him, was shaking.
"A young man who may, or may not, give a name, will ask for me in a few
moments. He will say he called by appointment. Take him at once to my
smoking-room, and I will see him there. I am going to Mrs. Warden's
room now."
He went up the stairs, Kondo noticed, still absently holding his watch
in his hand.
Warden controlled his nervousness before entering his wife's
room,--where she had just finished dressing to go out,--so that she did
not at first sense anything unusual. In fact, she talked with him
casually for a moment or so before she even sent away her maid. He had
promised a few days before to accompany her to a concert; she thought
he had come simply to beg off. When they were alone, she suddenly saw
that he had come to her to discuss some serious subject.
"Cora," he said, when he had closed the door after the maid, "I want
your advice on a business question."
"A business question!" She was greatly surprised. She was a number of
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RES JUDICATAE
_IN UNIFORM BINDING_
=ANDREW LANG=
Letters to Dead Authors $1 00
=AUGUSTINE BIRRELL=
Obiter Dicta--First Series 1 00
Obiter Dicta--Second Series 1 00
Res Judicatae 1 00
=W. E. HENLEY=
Views and Reviews--Literature 1 00
RES JUDICATAE
_PAPERS AND ESSAYS_
BY
AUGUSTINE BIRRELL AUTHOR OF 'OBITER DICTA,' ETC.
'It need hardly be added that such sentences do not any more
than the records of the superior courts conclude as to matters
which may or may not have been controverted.'--_See_ BLACKHAM'S
_Case I. Salkeld 290_
NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1892
COPYRIGHT, 1892, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS.
PREFACE
The first two essays in this volume were composed as lectures, and are
now printed for the first time; the others have endured that indignity
before. The papers on 'The Letters of Charles Lamb' and 'Authors in
Court' originally appeared in _Macmillan's Magazine_; and the short
essays entitled 'William Cowper' and 'George Borrow' in the _Reflector_,
a lively sheet which owed its existence to and derived its inspiration
from the energy and genius of the late Mr. J. K. Stephen, whose too
early death has not only eclipsed the gaiety of many gatherings, but has
robbed the country of the service of a noble and truth-loving man.
The other papers appeared either in _Scribner's Magazine_ or in the
columns of the _Speaker_ newspaper.
Although, by the kindness of my present publishers, I have always been
practically a 'protected article' in the States, I cannot help
expressing my pleasure in finding myself in the enjoyment of the same
modest rights as an author in the new home of my people as in the old.
A. B.
LINCOLN'S INN, LONDON.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. SAMUEL RICHARDSON 1
II. EDWARD GIBBON 39
III. WILLIAM COWPER 84
IV. GEORGE BORROW 115
V. CARDINAL NEWMAN 140
VI. MATTHEW ARNOLD 181
VII. WILLIAM HAZLITT 224
VIII. THE LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB 232
IX. AUTHORS IN COURT 253
X. NATIONALITY 274
XI. THE REFORMATION 284
XII. SAINTE-BEUVE 298
SAMUEL RICHARDSON
A LECTURE
It is difficult to describe mankind either in a book or in a breath, and
none but the most determined of philosophers or the most desperate of
cynics have attempted to do so, either in one way or the other. Neither
the philosophers nor the cynics can be said to have succeeded. The
descriptions of the former are not recognisable and therefore as
descriptions at all events, whatever may be their other merits, must be
pronounced failures; whilst those of the cynics describe something which
bears to ordinary human nature only the same sort of resemblance that
chemically polluted waters bear to the stream as it flows higher up than
the source of contamination, which in this case is the cynic himself.
But though it is hard to describe mankind, it is easy to distinguish
between people. You may do this in a great many different ways: for
example, and to approach my subject, there are those who can read
Richardson's novels, and those who cannot. The inevitable third-class
passenger, no doubt, presents himself and clamours for a ticket: I mean
the man or woman who has never tried. But even a lecturer should have
courage, and I say boldly that I provide no accommodation for that
person tonight. If he feels aggrieved, let him seek his
remedy--elsewhere.
* * * * *
Mr. Samuel Richardson, of Salisbury Court, Fleet Street, printer, was,
if you have only an eye for the outside, a humdrum person enough.
Witlings, writing about him in the magazines, have often, out of
consideration for their pretty little styles, and in order to avoid the
too frequent repetition of his highly respectable if unromantic name,
found it convenient to dub him the 'little printer.'
He undoubtedly was short of stature, and in later life, obese in figure,
but had he stood seven feet high in his stockings, these people would
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THE FATAL DOWRY
BY
PHILIP MASSINGER AND
NATHANIEL FIELD
EDITED, FROM THE ORIGINAL QUARTO,
WITH INTRODUCTION AND NOTES
A DISSERTATION
PRESENTED TO THE
FACULTY OF PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
IN CANDIDACY FOR THE DEGREE
OF DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY
BY
CHARLES LACY LOCKERT, JR.
ASSISTANT PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH, KENYON COLLEGE
PRESS OF
THE NEW ERA PRINTING COMPANY
LANCASTER, PA.
1918
Accepted by the Department of English, June, 1916
PREFACE
This critical edition of _The Fatal Dowry_ was undertaken as a Thesis
in partial fulfilment of the requirements for the degree of Ph.D. at
Princeton University. It was compiled under the guidance and direction
of Professor T. M. Parrott of that institution, and every page of
it is indebted to him for suggestion, advice, and criticism. I can
but inadequately indicate the scope of his painstaking and scholarly
supervision, and can even less adequately express my appreciation of
his ever-patient aid, which alone made this work possible.
I desire also to acknowledge my debt to Professor J. Duncan Spaeth
of Princeton University, for his valuable suggestions in regard to
the presentation of my material, notably in the Introduction; also to
Professor T. W. Baldwin of Muskingum College and Mr. Henry Bowman,
both of them then fellow graduate students of mine at Princeton, for
assistance on several occasions in matters of special inquiry; and to
Dr. M. W. Tyler of the Princeton Department of History for directing me
in clearing up a lego-historical point; and finally to the libraries of
Yale and Columbia Universities for their kind loan of needed books.
INTRODUCTION
In the Stationer's Register the following entry is recorded under the
date of "30th Martij 1632:"
CONSTABLE Entred for his copy vnder the hands of Sir HENRY HERBERT
and master _SMITHWICKE_ warden a Tragedy called _the ffatall
Dowry_. Vj d.
In the year 1632 was published a quarto volume whose title-page was
inscribed: _The Fatall Dowry_: a Tragedy: As it hath been often Acted
at the Private House in Blackfriars, by his Majesties Servants.
Written by P. M. and N. F. London, Printed by John Norton, for Francis
Constable, and are to be sold at his shop at the Crane, in Pauls
Churchyard. 1632.
That the initials by which the authors are designated stand for Philip
Massinger and Nathaniel Field is undoubted.
LATER TEXTS
There is no other seventeenth century edition of _The Fatal Dowry_. It
was included in various subsequent collections, as follows:
I. _The Works of Philip Massinger_--edited by Thomas Coxeter,
1759--re-issued in 1761, with an introduction by T. Davies.
II. _The Dramatic Works of Philip Massinger_--edited by John Monck
Mason, 1779.
III. _The Plays of Philip Massinger_--edited by William Gifford, 1805.
There was a revised second edition in 1813, which is still regarded as
the Standard Massinger Text, and was followed in subsequent editions of
Gifford.
IV. _Modern British Drama_--edited by Sir Walter Scott, 1811. The text
of this reprint of _The Fatal Dowry_ is Gifford's.
V. _Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford_--edited by Hartley Coleridge,
1840 (_et seq._). This follows the text of Gifford.
VI. _The Plays of Philip Massinger._ From the Text of William Gifford.
With the Addition of the Tragedy Believe as You List. Edited by Francis
Cunningham, 1867 (_et seq._). The Fatal Dowry in this edition, as in
the preceding, is a mere reprint of the Second Edition of Gifford.
VII. _Philip Massinger._ Selected Plays. (Mermaid Series.) Edited by
Arthur Symons, 1887-9 (_et seq._).
In addition to the above, _The Fatal Dowry_ appeared in _The Plays of
Philip Massinger_, adapted for family reading and the use of young
persons, by the omission of objectionable passages,--edited by Harness,
1830-1; and another expurgated version was printed in the _Mirror of
Taste and Dramatic Censor_, 1810. Both of these are based on the text
of Gifford.
The edition of Coxeter is closest of all to the Quarto, following even
many of its most palpable mistakes, and adding some blunders on its
own account. Mason accepts practically all of Coxeter's corrections,
and supplies a great many more variants himself, not all of which are
very happy. Both these eighteenth century editors continually contract
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The Philippine Islands, 1493-1898
Explorations by early navigators, descriptions of the islands and
their peoples, their history and records of the catholic missions,
as related in contemporaneous books and manuscripts, showing the
political, economic, commercial and religious conditions of those
islands from their earliest relations with European nations to the
close of the nineteenth century,
Volume XVIII, 1617-1620
Edited and annotated by Emma Helen Blair and James Alexander Robertson
with historical introduction and additional notes by Edward Gaylord
Bourne.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME XVIII
Preface 9
Documents of 1617-1618
Letter to Felipe III. Andres de Alcaraz;
Manila, August 10, 1617. 31
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AN EGYPTIAN PRINCESS, Complete
By Georg Ebers
Translated from the German by Eleanor Grove
PREFACE TO THE SECOND GERMAN EDITION
Aut prodesse volunt ant delectare poetae,
Aut simul et jucunda et idonea dicere vitae.
Horat. De arte poetica v. 333.
It is now four years since this book first appeared before the public,
and I feel it my duty not to let a second edition go forth into the
world without a few words of accompaniment. It hardly seems necessary to
assure my readers that I have endeavored to earn for the following pages
the title of a "corrected edition." An author is the father of his book,
and what father could see his child preparing to set out on a new
and dangerous road, even if it were not for the first time, without
endeavoring to supply him with every good that it lay in his power to
bestow, and to free him from every fault or infirmity on which the world
could look unfavorably? The assurance therefore that I have repeatedly
bestowed the greatest possible care on the correction of my Egyptian
Princess seems to me superfluous, but at the same time I think it
advisable to mention briefly where and in what manner I have found
it necessary to make these emendations. The notes have been revised,
altered, and enriched with all those results of antiquarian research
(more especially in reference to the language and monuments of ancient
Egypt) which have come to our knowledge since the year 1864, and which
my limited space allowed me to lay before a general public. On the
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Giants of America
The Founding Fathers
[Illustration: James Madison]
JAMES MADISON
by
SYDNEY HOWARD GAY
[Illustration: _The Home of James Madison_]
ARLINGTON HOUSE _New Rochelle, N.Y._
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. THE VIRGINIA MADISONS 1
II. THE YOUNG STATESMAN 15
III. IN CONGRESS 28
IV. IN THE STATE ASSEMBLY 45
V. IN THE VIRGINIA LEGISLATURE 61
VI. PUBLIC DISTURBANCES AND ANXIETIES 73
VII. THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION 84
VIII. "THE COMPROMISES" 94
IX. ADOPTION OF THE CONSTITUTION 110
X. THE FIRST CONGRESS 122
XI. NATIONAL FINANCES--SLAVERY 144
XII. FEDERALISTS AND REPUBLICANS 164
XIII. FRENCH POLITICS 185
XIV. HIS LATEST YEARS IN CONGRESS 207
XV. AT HOME--"RESOLUTIONS OF '98 AND '99" 225
XVI. SECRETARY OF STATE 242
XVII. THE EMBARGO 254
XVIII. MADISON AS PRESIDENT 272
XIX. WAR WITH ENGLAND 290
XX. CONCLUSION 309
INDEX 325
ILLUSTRATIONS
JAMES MADISON _Frontispiece_
From the painting by Sully in the Corcoran Gallery of
Art, Washington, D. C.
Autograph from a MS. in the New York Public Library,
Lenox Building.
The vignette of "Montpelier," Madison's home at
Montpelier, Va., is from a photograph. Page
CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY _facing_ 98
From the original painting by Gilbert Stuart in the possession
of Charles Cotesworth Pinckney, D. D., LL. D.,
Charleston, S. C.
Autograph from a MS. in the New York Public Library,
Lenox Building.
FISHER AMES _facing_ 162
From the miniature painted by John Trumbull in 1792,
now in the Art Gallery of Yale University.
Autograph from the Chamberlain Collection, Boston
Public Library.
DOLLY P. MADISON _facing_ 222
From a miniature in the possession of Dr. H. M. Cutts,
Brookline, Mass.
Autograph from a letter kindly loaned by Dr. Cutts.
BATTLE OF LAKE ERIE _facing_ 310
From the painting by W. H. Powell in the Capitol at
Washington.
JAMES MADISON
CHAPTER I
THE VIRGINIA MADISONS
James Madison was born on March 16, 1751, at Port Conway, Virginia; he
died at Montpellier, in that State, on June 28, 1836. Mr. John Quincy
Adams, recalling, perhaps, the death of his own father and of Jefferson
on the same Fourth of July, and that of Monroe on a subsequent
anniversary of that day, may possibly have seen a generous propriety in
finding some equally appropriate commemoration for the death of another
Virginian President. For it was quite possible that Virginia might think
him capable of an attempt to conceal, what to her mind would seem to be
an obvious intention of Providence: that all the children of the "Mother
of Presidents" should be no less distinguished in their deaths than in
their lives--that the "other dynasty," which John Randolph was wont to
talk about, should no longer pretend to an equality with them, not
merely in this world, but in the manner of going out of it. At any
rate, he notes the date of Madison's death, the twenty-eighth day of
June, as "the anniversary of the day on which the ratification of the
Convention of Virginia in 1788 had affixed the seal of James Madison as
the father of the Constitution of the United States, when his earthly
part sank without a struggle into the grave, and a spirit, bright as the
seraphim that surround the throne of Omnipotence, ascended to the bosom
of his God." There can be no doubt of the deep sincerity of this
tribute, whatever question there may be of its grammatical construction
and its rhetoric, and although the date is erroneous. The ratification
of the Constitution of the United States by the Virginia Convention was
on June 25, not on June 28. It is the misfortune of our time that we
have no living great men held in such universal veneration that their
dying on common days like common mortals seems quite impossible. Half a
century ago, however, the propriety of such providential arrangements
appears to have been recognized almost as one of the "institutions." It
was the newspaper gossip of that time that a "distinguished physician"
declared that he would have kept a fourth ex-President alive to die on a
Fourth of July, had the illustrious sick man been under his treatment.
The patient himself, had he been consulted, might, in that case,
possibly have declined to have a fatal illness prolonged a week to
gratify the public fondness for patriotic coincidence. But Mr. Adams's
appropriation of another anniversary answered all the purpose, for that
he made a mistake as to the date does not seem to have been discovered.
It was accidental that Port Conway was the birthplace of Madison. His
maternal grandfather, whose name was Conway, had a plantation at that
place, and young Mrs. Madison happened to be there on a visit to her
mother when her first child, James, was born. In the stately--not to say
stilted--biography of him by William C. Rives, the christened name of
this lady is given as Eleanor. Mr. Rives may have thought it not in
accordance with ancestral dignity that the mother of so distinguished a
son should have been burdened with so commonplace and homely a name as
Nelly. But we are afraid it is true that Nelly was her name. No other
biographer than Mr. Rives, that we know of, calls her Eleanor. Even
Madison himself permits "Nelly" to pass under his eyes and from his
hands as his mother's name.
In 1833-34 there was some correspondence between him and Lyman C.
Draper, the historian, which includes some notes upon the Madison
genealogy. These, the ex-President writes, were "made out by a member of
the family," and they may be considered, therefore, as having his
sanction. The first record is, that "James Madison was the son of James
Madison and Nelly Conway." On such authority Nelly, and not Eleanor,
must be accepted as the mother's name. This, of course, is to be
regretted from the Rives point of view; but perhaps the name had a less
familiar sound a century and a half ago; and no doubt it was chosen by
her parents without a thought that their daughter might go into history
as the mother of a President, or that any higher fortune could befall
her than to be the respectable head of a tobacco planter's family on the
banks of the Rappahannock.
This genealogical record further says that "his [Madison's] ancestors,
on both sides, were not among the most wealthy of the country, but in
independent and comfortable circumstances." If this comment was added at
the ex-President's own dictation, it was quite in accordance with his
unpretentious character.[1] One might venture to say as much of a
Northern or a Western farmer. But they did not farm in Virginia; they
planted. Mr. Rives says that the elder James was "a large landed
proprietor;" and he adds, "a large landed estate in Virginia... was a
mimic commonwealth, with its foreign and domestic relations, and its
regular administrative hierarchy." The "foreign relations" were the
shipping, once a year, a few hogsheads of tobacco to a London factor;
the "mimic commonwealths" were clusters of <DW64> huts; and the
"administrative hierarchy" was the priest, who was more at home at the
tavern or a horse-race than in the discharge of his clerical duties.
As Mr. Madison had only to say of his immediate ancestors--which seems
to be all he knew about them--that they were in "independent and
comfortable circumstances," so he was, apparently, as little inclined to
talk about himself; even at that age when it is supposed that men who
have enjoyed celebrity find their own lives the most agreeable of
subjects. In answer to Dr. Draper's inquiries he wrote this modest
letter, now for the first time published:--
MONTPELLIER, _August 9, 1833_.
DEAR SIR,--Since your letter of the 3d of June came to hand, my
increasing age and continued maladies, with the many attentions due from
me, had caused a delay in acknowledging it, for which these
circumstances must be an apology, in your case, as I have been obliged
to make them in others.
You wish me to refer you to sources of printed information on my career
in life, and it would afford me pleasure to do so; but my recollection
on the subject is very defective. It occurs [to me] that there was a
biographical volume in an enlarged edition compiled by General or Judge
Rodgers of Pennsylvania, and which may perhaps have included my name,
among others. When or where it was published I cannot say. To this
reference I can only add generally the newspapers at the seat of
government and elsewhere during the electioneering periods, when I was
one of the objects under review. I need scarcely remark that a life,
which has been so much a public life, must of course be traced in the
public transactions in which it was involved, and that the most
important of them are to be found in documents already in print, or soon
to be so.
With friendly respects, JAMES MADISON.
LYMAN C. DRAPER, Lockport, N. Y.
The genealogical statement, it will be observed, does not go farther
back than Mr. Madison's great-grandfather, John. Mr. Rives supposes that
this John was the son of another John who, as "the pious researches of
kindred have ascertained," took out a patent for land about 1653 between
the North and York rivers on the shores of Chesapeake Bay. The same
writer further assumes that this John was descended from Captain Isaac
Madison, whose name appears "in a document in the State Paper Office at
London containing a list of the Colonists in 1623." From Sainsbury's
Calendar[2] we learn something more of this Captain Isaac than this mere
mention. Under date of January 24, 1623, there is this record: "Captain
Powell, gunner, of James City, is dead; Capt. Nuce (?), Capt. Maddison,
Lieut. Craddock's brother, and divers more of the chief men reported
dead." But either the report was not altogether true or there was
another Isaac Maddison, for the name appears among the signatures to a
letter dated about a month later--February 20--from the governor,
council, and Assembly of Virginia to the king. It is of record, also,
that four months later still, on June 4, "Capt. Isaac and Mary Maddison"
were before the governor and council as witnesses in the case of
Greville Pooley and Cicely Jordan, between whom there was a "supposed
contract of marriage," made "three or four days after her husband's
death." But the lively widow, it seems, afterward "contracted herself to
Will Ferrar before the governor and council, and disavowed the former
contract," and the case therefore became so complicated that the court
was "not able to decide so nice a difference." What Captain Isaac and
Mary Maddison knew about the matter the record does not tell us; but the
evidence is conclusive that if there was but one Isaac Maddison in
Virginia in 1623 he did not die in January of that year. Probably there
was but one, and he, as Rives assumes, was the Captain Madyson of whose
"achievement," as Rives calls it, there is a brief narrative in John
Smith's "General History of Virginia."
Besides the record in Sainsbury's Calendar of the rumor of the death of
this Isaac in Virginia, in January, 1623, his signature to a letter to
the king in February, and his appearance as a witness before the council
in the case of the widow Jordan, in June, it appears by Hotten's Lists
of colonists, taken from the Records in the English State Paper
Department, that Captain Isacke Maddeson and Mary Maddeson were living
in 1624 at West and Sherlow Hundred Island. The next year, at the same
place, he is on the list of dead; and there is given under the same date
"The muster of Mrs. Mary Maddison, widow, aged 30 years." Her family
consisted of "Katherin Layden, child, aged 7 years," and two servants.
Katherine, it may be assumed, was the daughter of the widow Mary and
Captain Isaac, and their only child. These "musters," it should be said,
appear always to have been made with great care, and there is therefore
hardly a possibility that a son, if there were one, was omitted in the
numeration of the widow's family, while the name and age of the little
girl, and the names and ages of the two servants, the date of their
arrival in Virginia, and the name of the ship that each came in, are all
carefully given. The conclusion is inevitable: Isaac Maddison left no
male descendants, and President Madison's earliest ancestor in Virginia,
if it was not his great-grandfather John, must be looked for somewhere
else.
Mr. Rives knew nothing of these Records. His first volume was published
before either Sainsbury's Calendar or Hotten's Lists; and the researches
on which he relied, "conducted by a distinguished member of the
Historical Society of Virginia" in the English State Paper Office, were,
so far as they related to the Madisons, incomplete and worthless. The
family was not, apparently, "coeval with the foundation of the Colony,"
and did not arrive "among the earliest of the emigrants in the New
World." That distinction cannot be claimed for James Madison, nor is
there any reason for supposing that he believed it could be. He seemed
quite content with the knowledge that so far back as his
great-grandfather his ancestors had been respectable people, "in
independent and comfortable circumstances."
Of his own generation there were seven children, of whom James was the
eldest, and alone became of any note, except that the rest were
reputable and contented people in their stations of life. A hundred
years ago the Arcadian Virginia, for which Governor Berkeley had
thanked God so devoutly,--when there was not a free school nor a press
in the province,--had passed away. The elder Madison resolved, so Mr.
Rives tells us, that his children should have advantages of education
which had not been within his own reach, and that they should all enjoy
them equally. James was sent to a school where he could at least begin
the studies which should fit him to enter college. Of the master of that
school we know nothing except that he was a Scotchman, of the name of
Donald Robertson, and that many years afterward, when his son was an
applicant for office to Madison, then secretary of state, the pupil
gratefully remembered his old master, and indorsed upon the application
that "the writer is son of Donald Robertson, the learned Teacher in King
and Queen County, Virginia."
The preparatory studies for college were finished at home under the
clergyman of the parish, the Rev. Thomas Martin, who was a member of Mr.
Madison's family, perhaps as a private tutor, perhaps as a boarder. It
is quite likely that it was by the advice of this gentleman--who was
from New Jersey--that the lad was sent to Princeton instead of to
William and Mary College in Virginia. At Princeton, at any rate, he
entered at the age of eighteen, in 1769; or, to borrow Mr. Rives's
eloquent statement of the fact, "the young Virginian, invested with the
_toga virilis_ of anticipated manhood, we now see launched on that
disciplinary career which is to form him for the future struggles of
life."
One of his biographers says that he shortened his collegiate term by
taking in one year the studies of the junior and senior years, but that
he remained another twelve-month at Princeton for the sake of acquiring
Hebrew. On his return home he undertook the instruction of his younger
brothers and sisters, while pursuing his own studies. Still another
biographer asserts that he began immediately to read law, but Rives
gives some evidence that he devoted himself to theology. This and his
giving himself to Hebrew for a year point to the ministry as his chosen
profession. But if we rightly interpret his own words, he had little
strength or spirit for a pursuit of any sort. His first "struggle of
life" was apparently with ill-health, and the career he looked forward
to was a speedy journey to another world. In a letter to a friend
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BY COMMAND OF His late Majesty WILLIAM THE IV^{TH}.
_and under the Patronage of_
Her Majesty the Queen.
HISTORICAL RECORDS,
_OF THE_
British Army
_Comprising the_
_History of every Regiment_
_IN HER MAJESTY'S SERVICE_.
_By Richard Cannon Esq^{re}._
_Adjutant General's Office, Horse Guards._
London.
_Printed by Authority._]
HISTORICAL RECORD
OF
THE FIFTEENTH,
OR,
THE YORKSHIRE EAST RIDING,
REGIMENT OF FOOT,
CONTAINING
AN ACCOUNT OF THE FORMATION OF THE REGIMENT
IN 1685,
AND OF ITS SUBSEQUENT SERVICES
TO 1848.
COMPILED BY
RICHARD CANNON, ESQ.
ADJUTANT-GENERAL'S OFFICE, HORSE GUARDS.
ILLUSTRATED WITH PLATES.
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FOR HER MAJESTY'S STATIONERY OFFICE.
THE FIFTEENTH,
OR,
THE YORKSHIRE EAST RIDING,
REGIMENT OF FOOT,
BEARS ON THE REGIMENTAL COLOUR THE WORDS
"MARTINIQUE,"
AND
"GUADALOUPE,"
IN COMMEMORATION OF THE GALLANTRY
DISPLAYED IN THE CAPTURE OF
THOSE ISLANDS IN THE YEARS 1809 AND 1810.
FIFTEENTH REGIMENT OF FOOT.
CONTENTS.
Year Page
1685 Formation of the Regiment at Nottingham 1
1686 Establishment 2
1687 Encamped on Hounslow Heath 4
1688 Revolution in Great Britain 5
---- Marched to Scotland -
1689 Battle of Killicrankie 6
1690 ------ at Cromdale -
---- Marched to Inverlochy 8
1691 Submission of the Highlanders to King William
and Queen Mary 9
1694 Embarked for Flanders -
---- Engaged in the capture of Huy 10
1695 ------- at Fort Kenoque --
---- ------- at the surrender of Dixmude to the French 11
---- Colonel Sir James Lesley cashiered, and succeeded
by Colonel Emanuel Howe 12
---- Garrison of Namur surrendered --
---- Released from prisoners of war --
1696 Marched to Bruges --
1697 Proceeded to Brussels 13
---- Treaty of Peace at Ryswick --
---- Embarked for England 14
---- Proceeded to Ireland --
1701 Preparations for War with France --
---- Re-embarked for Holland --
---- Reviewed at Breda by King William III. --
1702 Proceeded to Rosendael 15
---- Siege of Kayserswerth --
---- Engaged at Nimeguen --
---- War declared against France and Spain --
---- The Earl of Marlborough assumed the command
of the army in Flanders --
---- Engaged at the siege of Venloo 16
---- ----------------------- Ruremonde --
---- ----------------------- Liege --
1703 Surrender of Bonn --
---- Proceeded to Maestricht 17
---- Engaged at the capture of Huy --
---- ------------------------- Limburg --
1704 Proceeded from Holland to the Danube --
---- Joined the Imperial Army 18
---- Battle of Schellenberg --
---- --------- Blenheim 19
---- Marshal Tallard taken prisoner, and the French
Army defeated 20
---- Siege of Landau 21
1705 Re-capture of Huy 22
---- Forced the French lines at Neer-Hespen and Helixem --
1706 Battle of Ramilies --
---- Many prisoners, with cannon, colours, &c. taken 23
---- Surrender of Brussels, Ghent, &c. --
---- --------- of Ostend --
---- --------- of Menin --
---- --------- of Dendermond and Aeth --
1708 Re-embarked for England to repel the invasion
of the Pretender --
---- Returned to Flanders 24
1708 Battle of Oudenarde --
---- Engaged in the Siege of Lisle --
---- Re-capture of Ghent and Bruges 25
1709 Siege and Capture of Tournay --
---- Battle of Malplaquet 26
---- Siege and Capture of Mons --
---- Marched into winter quarters at Ghent --
1710 Forced the French lines at Pont-à-Vendin 27
---- Siege and Capture of Douay --
---- Encamped at Villars-Brulin --
---- Surrender of Bethune --
---- --------- of Aix and St. Venant --
---- Marched into quarters at Courtray --
1711 Encamped at Warde and reviewed by the Duke
of Marlborough --
---- Forced the French lines at Arleux --
---- Siege and surrender of Bouchain --
1712 Negociations for peace commenced 28
---- Duke of Ormond assumed the command of the Army --
---- Returned to Ghent --
1713 Removed to Dunkirk --
---- ------- to Nieuport --
1714 Returned to England --
---- Decease of Queen Anne, and accession of King George I. --
1715 Employed against the rebels in Great Britain --
1719 Employed in Scotland 29
---- Invasion of a Spanish force at Kintail --
---- Defeat and surrender of the invaders at Glensheil --
1728 Reviewed at Blackheath by King George II. --
1740 Encamped in the Isle of Wight 30
---- Embarked for the West Indies --
1741 Arrived at Jamaica --
---- Sailed for Carthagena --
1741 Attack and capture of Bocca-chica 31
---- Siege of the Castle of St. Lazar --
---- Forts of Carthagena destroyed 32
---- Returned to Jamaica 33
1742 Re-embarked for England --
1745 Embarked for Ostend --
---- Ostend captured by the French --
---- Recalled to England in consequence of the
French invasion 34
1746 Battle of Culloden --
---- Embarked for the coast of France, and proceeded
against Port L'Orient and Quiberon --
---- Returned to England 35
1748 Peace concluded at Aix-la-Chapelle --
1749 Proceeded to Ireland --
1751 Royal Warrant issued for regulating the clothing,
colours, &c. --
1755 War re-commenced with France 36
---- Returned to England --
1756 Encamped at Blandford --
1757 Encamped at Barham-downs --
---- Embarked on an expedition against the coast of France --
---- Capture of the Isle of Aix 37
---- Returned to England --
1758 Embarked for North America --
---- Formed part of an expedition against Louisbourg, and in
the taking of the Island of Cape Breton, under
Brigadier-General James Wolfe 38
---- The captured colours, &c. presented to the King, and
publickly conveyed from Kensington Palace to St.
Paul's Cathedral 39
---- Rewarded by the approbation of the Sovereign, and by
the thanks of Parliament --
1759 Embarked in an expedition against Quebec, under
Major-General James Wolfe --
---- Death of Major-General Wolfe 41
---- Surrender of Quebec 42
---- Approbation of the King of the conduct of the troops,
thanks of Parliament, and public thanksgiving of
the Nation --
1760 Defence of Quebec against an attempt of the French to
retake it 43
---- Joined in an attack on Montreal 44
---- Conquest of Canada --
1761 Encamped at Staten Island 44
---- Embarked for Barbadoes --
1762 Engaged on an expedition in the capture of Martinique --
---- Embarked on an expedition to the Havannah 45
---- Capture of Moro Fort, nine ships of war, &c. --
1763 Peace with Spain concluded --
---- The Havannah restored to Spain --
---- Embarked for New York, and proceeded to Canada 46
1768 Embarked for England --
1770 Reviewed at Chatham by King George III. --
1772 Marched to Scotland --
1774 Embarked for Ireland --
1776 War with North America --
---- Embarked for America 47
---- Proceeded on an expedition against Charleston --
---- Re-embarked and proceeded to Staten Island --
---- Effected a landing at Long Island --
---- Proceeded against New York 48
---- ----------------- White Plains --
---- ----------------- Fort Washington --
1777 ----------------- Peek's-Hill --
---- ----------------- Danbury --
1777 Arrived at Ridgefield 49
---- Engaged at the Hill of Compo --
---- Embarked at New York --
---- Proceeded on an expedition against Philadelphia 50
---- Engaged at Brandywine --
---- Engaged at Germantown 51
---- ------- at Whitemarsh --
1778 Marched from Philadelphia to New York 52
---- Embarked for the West Indies --
---- Proceeded on an expedition against St. Lucia 53
1779 Embarked from St. Lucia and landed at St. Christopher's 54
1781 War declared against Holland --
---- Capture of the Island of St. Eustatius --
---- Recaptured by the French, and the 13th and 15th
Regiments taken prisoners --
1782 Island of St. Christopher's taken by the French 55
---- Regiment returned to England 56
---- Received the County title of "York East Riding" --
1784 Embarked for Ireland --
1790 -------- for Barbadoes --
1793 Removed to Dominica --
1794 Embarked on an expedition against Martinique
and Guadaloupe 57
1795 Stationed at Martinique 58
1796 Re-embarked for England --
1797 Proceeded to Scotland --
1799 Returned to England --
---- Received volunteers from the Militia and augmented
to two battalions --
1800 Embarked for Ireland --
1802 Peace concluded with France --
---- Establishment reduced, and the second battalion
disbanded --
1803 War recommenced against France --
1804 Establishment again augmented, and second
battalion added and formed in Yorkshire 59
1805 First battalion embarked for the West Indies --
---- Embarked as Marines on board the Fleet under Admiral
Lord Nelson --
---- Relanded at Barbadoes --
1807 Again embarked on board the fleet --
---- Returned to Barbadoes, and embarked for Grenada --
---- Engaged in an expedition against the islands of
St. Thomas and St. Croix 60
1809 ------------------------ against the island of
Martinique --
---- Capture of Martinique --
---- Engaged in the reduction of the islands in the
vicinity of Guadaloupe 61
---- Returned to Grenada --
1810 Embarked in an expedition against Guadaloupe --
---- Capture of Guadaloupe 62
1812 Removed to St. Christopher's 63
1814 General peace proclaimed --
1815 War recommenced by the violation of the treaty
of peace by Napoleon Buonaparte 64
---- The islands of Martinique and Guadaloupe again taken
possession of --
---- Re-embarked for Barbadoes --
1816 Peace being restored, the second battalion disbanded 65
---- Removed to Martinique --
---- Proceeded to Grenada --
1817 Embarked for Nova Scotia --
1819 -------- for Bermuda --
1821 -------- for England --
1822 -------- for Ireland --
1827 Formed into six Service and four Depôt Companies 66
1827 Embarked for Canada --
1832 Employed in aid of the civil power at Montreal
in suppressing a serious riot 67
---- Expressions of approbation of the conduct of the
regiment 68
---- Suffered severely from the effects of Asiatic cholera 73
1838 Engaged on active duties in consequence of rebellion
among a portion of the inhabitants of the Canadas 75
1840 Returned to England 79
---- Disembarked at Portsmouth, and joined by the
Depôt Companies --
1841 Proceeded to Winchester, and thence to Woolwich --
1842 Marched to Windsor --
---- Reviewed by Her Majesty the Queen Victoria, and the
Prince Albert --
---- Proceeded to Chester 80
---- --------- to Manchester --
1843 Embarked for Ireland --
1845 Formed into six Service and four Depôt Companies --
---- Service Companies embarked for Ceylon --
1846 ----------------- arrived at Ceylon 81
1847 Depôt Companies embarked from Ireland to England --
1848 The Conclusion --
SUCCESSION OF COLONELS.
Year Page
1685 Sir William Clifton, Bart 83
1686 Arthur Herbert, afterwards Earl of Torrington --
1687 Sackville Tufton 84
1688 Sir James Lesley 85
1695 Emanuel Howe --
1709 Algernon Earl of Hertford, afterwards Duke of Somerset 86
1715 Harry Harrison --
1749 John Jordan 87
1756 Jeffery Amherst, afterwards Lord Amherst --
1768 Charles Hotham, afterwards Thompson 88
1775 Richard Earl of Cavan 89
1778 Sir William Fawcett, K.B. --
1792 James Hamilton 92
1794 Henry Watson Powell --
1814 Sir Moore Disney, K.C.B. --
1846 Sir Phineas Riall, K.C.H. 93
APPENDIX.
Battles, Sieges, &c., from 1689 to 1697 95
--------------------- from 1702 to 1713 96
PLATES.
Colours of the Regiment _to face_ 1
Costume of the Regiment " 82
THE FIFTEENTH REGIMENT OF FOOT.
GENERAL ORDERS.
_HORSE-GUARDS_,
_1st January, 1836_.
His Majesty has been pleased to command that, with the 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 | 127.890526 | 493 |
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The
House
Opposite
A Mystery
By
Elizabeth Kent
[Illustration]
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
New York and London
The Knickerbocker Press
1903
COPYRIGHT 1902
BY
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Published, August, 1902
Reprinted, January, 1903; March, 1903; October, 1903
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I PAGE
THROUGH MY NEIGHBOUR'S WINDOWS 1
CHAPTER II
I AM INVOLVED IN THE CASE 7
CHAPTER III
A CORONER'S INQUEST 25
CHAPTER IV
UNWILLING WITNESSES 36
CHAPTER V
MRS. ATKINS HOLDS SOMETHING BACK 49
CHAPTER VI
A LETTER AND ITS ANSWER 66
CHAPTER VII
MR. MERRITT INSTRUCTS ME 72
CHAPTER VIII
AN IDENTIFICATION 93
CHAPTER IX
I INSTRUCT MR. MERRITT 107
CHAPTER X
THE MISSING HAT 129
CHAPTER XI
MADAME ARGOT'S MAD HUSBAND 148
CHAPTER XII
A PROFESSIONAL VISIT OUT OF TOWN 160
CHAPTER XIII
MR. AND MRS. ATKINS AT HOME 179
CHAPTER XIV
MY HYSTERICAL PATIENT 198 | 128.097364 | 495 |
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THE GOLDEN FLOOD
By Edwin Lefevre
Illustrated By W. R. Leigh
New York
McClure, Phillips & Co.
1905
TO
DANIEL GRAY REID
PART ONE: THE FLOOD
The president looked up from the underwriters’ plan of the latest
“Industrial” consolidation capital stock, $100,000,000; assets, for
publication, $100,000,000 which the syndicate’s lawyers had pronounced
perfectly legal. Judiciously advertised, the stock probably would be
oversubscribed. The profits ought to be enormous. He was one of the
underwriters.
“What is it?” he asked. He did not frown, but his voice was as though
hung with icicles. The assistant cashier, an imaginative man in the
wrong place, shivered.
“This gentleman,” he said, giving a card to the president, “wishes to
make a deposit of one hundred thousand dollars.”
The president looked at the card. He read on it:
_MR. GEORGE KITCHELL GRINELL_
“Who sent him to us?” he asked.
“I don’t know, sir. He said he had a letter of introduction to you,”
answered the assistant cashier, disclaiming all responsibility in the
matter.
The president read the card a second time. The name was unfamiliar.
“Grinnell?” he muttered. “Grinnell? Never heard of him.” Perhaps he felt
it was poor policy to show ignorance on any matter whatever. When he
spoke again, it was in a voice overflowing with a dignity that was a
subtle rebuke to all assistant cashiers:
“I will see him.”
He busied himself once more with the typewritten documents before him,
lost in its alluring possibilities, until he became conscious of a
presence near him. He still waited, purposely, before looking up. He was
a very busy man, and all the world must know it. At length he raised his
head majestically, and turned--an animated fragment of a glacier--until
his eyes rested on the stranger’s.
“Good-morning, sir,” he said politely.
“Good-morning, Mr. Dawson,” said the stranger. He was a young man,
conceivably under thirty, of medium height, square of shoulders,
clean-shaven, and clear-skinned. He had brown hair and brown eyes.
His dress hinted at careful habits rather than at fashionable tailors.
Gold-rimmed spectacles gave him a studious air, which disappeared
whenever he spoke. As if at the sound of his own voice, his eyes took on
a look of alert self-confidence which interested the bank president.
Mr. Dawson was deeply prejudiced against the look of extreme astuteness,
blended with the desire to create a favourable impression, so familiar
to him as the president of the richest bank in Wall Street.
“You are Mr.----” The president looked at the stranger’s card as though
he had left it unread until he had finished far more important business.
It really was unnecessary; but it had become a habit, which he lost only
when speaking to his equals or his superiors in wealth.
“Grinnell,” prompted the stranger, very calmly. He was so unimpressed by
the president that the president was impressed by him.
“Ah, yes. Mr. Williams tells me you wish to become one of our
depositors?”
“Yes, sir. I have here,” taking a slip of paper from his pocket-book,
“an Assay Office check on the Sub-Treasury. It is for a trifle over a
hundred thousand dollars.”
Even the greatest bank in Wall Street must have a kindly feeling toward
depositors of a hundred thousand dollars. Mr. Dawson permitted himself
to smile graciously.
“I am sure we shall be glad to have your account, Mr. Grinnell,” he
said. “You are in business in----” The slight arching of his eyebrows,
rather than the inflection of his voice, made his words a delicate
interrogation. He was a small, slender man, greyhaired and
grey-moustached, with an air of polite aloofness from trivialities. His
manners were what you might expect of a man whose grandfather had been
Minister to France, and had never forgotten it; nor had his children.
His self-possession was so great that it was not noticeable.
“I am not in any business, Mr. Dawson, unless,” said the young man
with a smile that deprived his voice of any semblance of pertness or of
premeditated discourtesy, “it is the business of depositing $103,648.67
with the Metropolitan National Bank. My friend, Professor Willetts, of
Columbia, gave me a letter of introduction. Here it is. I may say,
Mr. Dawson, that I haven’t the slightest intention of disturbing this
account, as far as I know now, for an indefinite period.” The president
read the letter. It was from the professor of metallurgy at Columbia,
who was an old acquaintance of Dawson’s. It merely said that George K.
Grinnell was one of his old students, a graduate of the School of
Mines, who had asked him to suggest a safe bank of deposit. This the
Metropolitan certainly was. He had asked his young friend to attach his
own signature at the bottom, since Grinnell had no other bank accounts,
and no other way of having his signature verified. Mr. Grinnell had said
he wished his money to be absolutely safe, and Professor Willetts took
great pleasure in sending him to Mr. Dawson.
Mr. Dawson bowed his head--an acquiescence meant to be encouraging.
To the young man the necessity for such encouragement was not clear.
Possibly it showed in his eyes, for Mr. Dawson said very politely, in
an almost courtly way he had at times to show some people that an
aristocrat could do business aristocratically:
“It is not usual for us to accept accounts from strangers. We do not
really know.” very gently, “that you are the man to whom this letter was
given, nor that your signature is that of Mr. George K. Grinnell.”
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by William Morris
1895
CHAPTER I. OF THE KING OF OAKENREALM, AND HIS WIFE AND HIS CHILD.
Of old there was a land which was so much a woodland, that a minstrel
thereof said it that a squirrel might go from end to end, and all about,
from tree to tree, and never touch the earth: therefore was that land
called Oakenrealm.
The lord and king thereof was a stark man, and so great a warrior that
in his youth he took no delight in aught else save battle and tourneys.
But when he was hard on forty years old, he came across a daughter of
a certain lord, whom he had vanquished, and his eyes bewrayed him
into longing, so that he gave back to the said lord the havings he had
conquered of him that he might lay the maiden in his kingly bed. So he
brought her home with him to Oakenrealm and wedded her.
Tells the tale that he rued not his bargain, but loved her so dearly
that for a year round he wore no armour, save when she bade him play in
the tilt-yard for her desport and pride.
So wore the days till she went with child and was near her time, and
then it betid that three kings who marched on Oakenrealm banded them
together against him, and his lords and thanes cried out on him to lead
them to battle, and it behoved him to do as they would.
So he sent out the tokens and bade an hosting at his chief city, and
when all was ready he said farewell to his wife and her babe unborn, and
went his ways to battle once more: but fierce was his heart against the
foemen, that they had dragged him away from his love and his joy.
Even amidst of his land he joined battle with the host of the ravagers,
and the tale of them is short to tell, for they were as the wheat before
the hook. But as he followed up the chase, a mere thrall of the fleers
turned on him and cast his spear, and it reached him whereas his hawberk
was broken, and stood deep in, so that he fell to earth unmighty: and
when his lords and chieftains drew about him, and cunning men strove to
heal him, it was of no avail, and he knew that his soul was departing.
Then he sent for a priest, and for the Marshal of the host, who was a
great lord, and the son of his father's brother, and in few words bade
him look to the babe whom his wife bore about, and if it were a man, to
cherish him and do him to learn all that a king ought to know; and if it
were a maiden, that he should look to her wedding well and worthily: and
he let swear him on his sword, on the edges and the hilts, that he would
do even so, and be true unto his child if child there were: and he bade
him have rule, if so be the lords would, and all the people, till the
child were of age to be king: and the Marshal swore, and all the lords
who stood around bare witness to his swearing. Thereafter the priest
houselled the King, and he received his Creator, and a little while
after his soul departed.
But the Marshal followed up the fleeing foe, and two battles more he
fought before he beat them flat to earth; and then they craved for
peace, and he went back to the city in mickle honour.
But in the King's city of Oakenham he found but little joy; for both
the King was bemoaned, whereas he had been no hard man to his folk; and
also, when the tidings and the King's corpse came back to Oakenrealm,
his Lady and Queen took sick for sorrow and fear, and fell into labour
of her child, and in childing of a man-bairn she died, but the lad
lived, and was like to do well.
So there was one funeral for the slain King and for her whom his slaying
had slain: and when that was done, the little king was borne to the
font, and at his christening he gat to name Christopher.
Thereafter the Marshal summoned all them that were due thereto to come
and give homage to the new king, and even so did they, though he were
but a babe, yea, and who had but just now been a king lying in his
mother's womb. But when the homage was done, then the Marshal called
together the wise men, and told them how the King that was had given him
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THE
UNCONSTITUTIONALITY
OF
SLAVERY.
BY LYSANDER SPOONER.
BOSTON:
PUBLISHED BY BELA MARSH,
NO. 25 CORNHILL.
1845.
ENTERED according to Act of Congress, in the year 1845, by LYSANDER
SPOONER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
DOW & JACKSON'S ANTI-SLAVERY PRESS.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.--WHAT IS LAW? PAGE 5
" II.--WRITTEN CONSTITUTIONS, 18
" III.--THE COLONIAL CHARTERS, 24
" IV.--COLONIAL STATUTES, 36
" V.--THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE, 42
" VI.--THE STATE CONSTITUTIONS OF 1789.
(MEANING OF THE WORD "FREE,") 46
" VII.--THE ARTICLES OF CONFEDERATION, 61
" VIII.--THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES, 65
" IX.--THE INTENTIONS OF THE CONVENTION, 135
" X.--THE PRACTICE OF THE GOVERNMENT, 145
" XI.--THE UNDERSTANDING OF THE PEOPLE, 147
" XII.--THE STATE CONSTITUTIONS OF 1845, 150
" XIII.--THE CHILDREN OF SLAVES ARE BORN FREE, 153
THE
UNCONSTITUTIONALITY OF SLAVERY.
CHAPTER I.
WHAT IS LAW?
Before examining the language of the Constitution, in regard to Slavery,
let us obtain a view of the principles, by virtue of which _law_ arises
out of those constitutions and compacts, by which people agree to
establish government.
To do this it is necessary to define the term _law_. Popular opinions
are very loose and indefinite, both as to the true definition of law,
and also as to the principle, by virtue of which law results from the
compacts or contracts of mankind with each other.
What then is LAW? That law, I mean, which, and which only, judicial
tribunals are morally bound, under all circumstances, to declare and
sustain?
In answering this question, I shall attempt to show that law is an
intelligible principle of right, necessarily resulting from the nature
of man; and not an arbitrary rule, that can be established by mere will,
numbers or power.
To determine whether this proposition be correct, we must look at the
_general_ signification of the term _law_.
The true and general meaning of it, is that _natural_, permanent,
unalterable principle, which governs any particular thing or class of
things. The principle is strictly a _natural_ one; and the term applies
to every _natural_ principle, whether mental, moral or physical. Thus
we speak of the laws of mind; meaning thereby those _natural_, universal
and necessary principles, according to which mind acts, or by which it
is governed. We speak too of the moral law; which is merely an universal
principle of moral obligation, that arises out of the nature of men, and
their relations to each other, and to other things--and is consequently
as unalterable as the nature of men. And it is solely because it is
unalterable in its nature, and universal in its application, that it is
denominated law. If it were changeable, partial or arbitrary, it would
be no law. Thus we speak of physical laws; of the laws, for instance,
that govern the solar system; of the laws of motion, the laws of
gravitation, the laws of light, &c., &c.--Also the laws that govern the
vegetable and animal kingdoms, in all their various departments: among
which laws may be named, for example, the one that like produces like.
Unless the operation of this principle were uniform, universal and
necessary, it would be no law.
Law, then, applied to any object or thing whatever, signifies a
_natural_, unalterable, universal principle, governing such object or
thing. Any rule, not existing in the nature of things, or that is not
permanent, universal and inflexible in its application, is no law,
according to any correct definition of the term law.
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