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Getting at the Inner Man
Millions of Hearers
How a University Was Founded
Conwell's Splendid Efficiency
The Story of "Acres of Diamonds"
By ROBERT SHACKLETON
and
Fifty Years on the Lecture Platform
By RUSSELL H. CONWELL
VOLUME 7
NATIONAL
EXTENSION UNIVERSITY
597 Fifth Avenue, New York
ACRES OF DIAMONDS
Copyright, 1915, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
I
MILLIONS OF HEARERS
That Conwell is not primarily a minister--that he is a minister because
he is a sincere Christian, but that he is first of all an Abou Ben
Adhem, a man who loves his fellow-men, becomes more and more apparent as
the scope of his life-work is recognized. One almost comes to think that
his pastorate of a great church is even a minor matter beside the
combined importance of his educational work, his lecture work, his
hospital work, his work in general as a helper to those who need help.
For my own part, I should say that he is like some of the old-time
prophets, the strong ones who found a great deal to attend to in
addition to matters of religion. The power, the ruggedness, the physical
and mental strength, the positive grandeur of the man--all these are
like the general conceptions of the big Old Testament prophets. The
suggestion is given only because it has often recurred, and therefore
with the feeling that there is something more than fanciful in the
comparison; and yet, after all, the comparison fails in one important
particular, for none of the prophets seems to have had a sense of humor!
It is perhaps better and more accurate to describe him as the last of
the old school of American philosophers, the last of those
sturdy-bodied, high-thinking, achieving men who, in the old days, did
their best to set American humanity in the right path--such men as
Emerson, Alcott, Gough, Wendell Phillips, Garrison, Bayard Taylor,
Beecher;[1] men whom Conwell knew and admired in the long ago, and all
of whom have long since passed away.
[Footnote 1: The life of Henry Ward Beecher parallels that of Russell H.
Conwell in many respects. His Plymouth Church in Brooklyn became the
largest in America with a seating capacity of nearly 3,000. But it was
not to this audience alone that he preached; for, believing as Dean
Conwell did after him, that all things concerning the public welfare are
fit subjects for a minister's attention, his opinions on all questions
were eagerly followed by the public at large. He was, perhaps, the most
popular lecturer in the country of his day, and was an unrivaled
after-dinner speaker. He allied himself with the Republican party as
soon as it was formed, lent his pen and pulpit to further its aims, and
during the canvass of 1856 traveled far and wide to speak at mass
meetings.
Beecher visited Europe in 1863 for his health and when in Great Britain
he addressed vast audiences on the purpose and issues of the Civil War,
speaking in one instance for three hours consecutively, and changing
materially the state of public opinion. He was a strong advocate of free
trade and of woman suffrage. His last public speech was in favor of high
license, at Chickering Hall, New York, Feb. 25, 1887.
It was as a speaker that Beecher was seen at his best. His mastery of
the English tongue, his dramatic power, his instinctive art of
impersonation which had become a second nature, his vivid imagination,
his breadth of intellectual view, the catholicity of his sympathies, and
his passionate enthusiasm made him a preacher without a peer in his own
time and country. Later, like Beecher, Conwell was without peer in his
day and the description which characterizes the former applies with
equal force to Conwell himself.]
And Conwell, in his going up and down the country, inspiring his
thousands and thousands, is the survivor of that old-time group who used
to travel about, dispensing wit and wisdom and philosophy and courage to
the crowded benches of country lyceums, and the chairs of school-houses
and town halls, or the larger and more pretentious gathering-places of
the cities.
Conwell himself is amused to remember that he wanted to talk in public
from his boyhood, and that very early he began to yield to the inborn
impulse. He laughs as he remembers the variety of country fairs and
school commencements and anniversaries and even sewing-circles where he
tried his youthful powers, and all for experience alone, in the first
few years, except possibly for such a thing as a ham or a jack-knife!
The first money that he ever received for speaking was, so he remembers
with glee, seventy-five cents; and even that was not for his talk, but
for horse hire! But at the same time there is more than amusement in
recalling these experiences, for he knows that they were invaluable to
him as training. And for over half a century he has affectionately
remembered John B. Gough, who, in the height of his own power and
success, saw resolution and possibilities in the ardent young hill-man,
and actually did him the kindness and the honor of introducing him to an
audience in one of the Massachusetts towns; and it was really a great
kindness and a great honor, from a man who had won his fame to a young
man just beginning an oratorical career.
Conwell's lecturing has been, considering everything, the most important
work of his life, for by it he has come into close touch with so many
millions--literally millions!--of people.
I asked him once if he had any idea how many he had talked to in the
course of his career, and he tried to estimate how many thousands of
times he had lectured, and the average attendance for each, but desisted
when he saw that it ran into millions of hearers. What a marvel is such
a fact as that! Millions of hearers!
I asked the same question of his private secretary, and found that no
one had ever kept any sort of record; but as careful an estimate as
could be made gave a conservative result of fully eight million hearers
for his lectures; and adding the number to whom he has preached, who
have been over five million, there is a total of well over thirteen
million who have listened to Russell Conwell's voice! And this
staggering total is, if anything, an underestimate. The figuring was
done cautiously and was based upon such facts as that he now addresses
an average of over forty-five hundred at his Sunday services (an average
that would be higher were it not that his sermons in vacation time are
usually delivered in little churches; when at home, at the Temple, he
addresses three meetings every Sunday), and that he lectures throughout
the entire course of each year, including six nights a week of
lecturing during vacation-time. What a power is wielded by a man who has
held over thirteen million people under the spell of his voice! Probably
no other man who ever lived had such a total of hearers. And the total
is steadily mounting, for he is a man who has never known the meaning of
rest.
I think it almost certain that Dr. Conwell has never spoken to any one
of what, to me, is the finest point of his lecture-work, and that is
that he still goes gladly and for small fees to the small towns that are
never visited by other men of great reputation. He knows that it is the
little places, the out-of-the-way places, the submerged places, that
most need a pleasure and a stimulus, and he still goes out, man of well
over seventy that he is, to tiny towns in distant states, heedless of
the discomforts of traveling, of the poor little hotels that seldom have
visitors, of the oftentimes hopeless cooking and the uncleanliness, of
the hardships and the discomforts, of the unventilated and overheated or
underheated halls. He does not think of claiming the relaxation earned
by a lifetime of labor, or, if he ever does, the thought of the sword of
John Ring restores instantly his fervid earnestness.
How he does it, how he can possibly keep it up, is the greatest marvel
of all. I have before me a list of his engagements for the summer weeks
of this year, 1915, and I shall set it down because it will
specifically show, far more clearly than general statements, the kind
of work he does. The list is the itinerary of his vacation. Vacation!
Lecturing every evening but Sunday, and on Sundays preaching in the town
where he happens to be!
June 24 Ackley, Ia.
" 25 Waterloo, Ia.
" 26 Decorah, Ia.
" 27 [2]Waukon, Ia.
" 28 Red Wing, Minn.
" 29 River Ralls, Wis.
" 30 Northfield, Minn.
July 1 Faribault, Minn.
" 2 Spring Valley, Minn.
" 3 Blue Earth, Minn.
" 4 [2]Fairmount, Minn.
" 5 Lake Crystal, Minn.
" 6 Redwood Falls,
Minn.
" 7 Willmer, Minn.
" 8 Dawson, Minn.
" 9 Redfield, S. D.
" 10 Huron, S. D.
" 11 [2]Brookings, S. D.
" 12 Pipestone, Minn.
" 13 Hawarden, Ia.
" 14 Canton, S. D.
" 15 Cherokee, Ia.
" 16 Pocahontas, Ia.
" 17 Glidden, Ia.
" 18 [2]Boone, Ia.
" 19 Dexter, Ia.
" 20 Indianola, Ia.
" 21 Corydon, Ia.
" 22 Essex, Ia.
" 23 Sidney, Ia.
" 24 Falls City, Nebr.
" 25 [2]Hiawatha, Kan.
" 26 Frankfort, Kan.
" 27 Greenleaf, Kan.
" 28 Osborne, Kan.
" 29 Stockton, Kan.
" 30 Phillipsburg, Kan.
" 31 Mankato, Kan.
_En route to next date on circuit._
Aug. 3 Westfield, Pa.
" 4 Galston, Pa.
" 5 Port Alleghany, Pa.
" 6 Wellsville, N. Y.
" 7 Bath, N. Y.
" 8 [2]Bath, N. Y.
" 9 Penn Yan, N. Y.
" 10 Athens, N. Y.
" 11 Owego, N. Y.
" 12 Patchogue, L. I., N. Y.
" 13 Port Jervis, N. Y.
" 14 Honesdale, Pa.
" 15 [2]Honesdale, Pa.
" 16 Carbondale, Pa.
" 17 Montrose, Pa.
" 18 Tunkhannock, Pa.
" 19 Nanticoke, Pa.
" 20 Stroudsburg, Pa.
" 21 Newton, N. J.
" 22 [2]Newton, N. J.
" 23 Hackettstown, N. J.
" 24 New Hope, Pa.
" 25 Doylestown, Pa.
" 26 Phoenixville, Pa.
" 27 Kennett, Pa.
" 28 Oxford, Pa.
" 29 [2]Oxford, Pa.
[Footnote 2: Preach on Sunday.]
And all these hardships, all this traveling and lecturing, which would
test the endurance of the youngest and strongest, this man of over
seventy assumes without receiving a particle of personal gain, for every
dollar that he makes by it is given away in helping those who need
helping.
That Dr. Conwell is intensely modest is one of the curious features of
his character. He sincerely believes that to write his life would be, in
the main, just to tell what people have done for him. He knows and
admits that he works unweariedly, but in profound sincerity he ascribes
the success of his plans to those who have seconded and assisted him. It
is in just this way that he looks upon every phase of his life. When he
is reminded of the devotion of his old soldiers, he remembers it only
with a sort of pleased wonder that they gave the devotion to him, and he
quite forgets that they loved him because he was always ready to
sacrifice ease or risk his own life for them.
He deprecates praise; if any one likes him, the liking need not be shown
in words, but in helping along a good work. That his church has
succeeded has been because of the devotion of the people; that the
university has succeeded is because of the splendid work of the teachers
and pupils; that the hospitals have done so much has been because of the
noble services of physicians and nurses. To him, as he himself expresses
it, realizing that success has come to his plans, it seem as if the
realities are but dreams. He is astonished by his own success. He thinks
mainly of his own short-comings. "God and man have ever been very
patient with me." His depression is at times profound when he compares
the actual results with what he would like them to be, for always his
hopes have gone soaring far in advance of achievement. It is the "Hitch
your chariot to a star" idea.
His modesty goes hand-in-hand with kindliness, and I have seen him let
himself be introduced in his own church to his congregation, when he is
going to deliver a lecture there, just because a former pupil of the
university was present who, Conwell knew, was ambitious to say something
inside of the Temple walls, and this seemed to be the only opportunity.
I have noticed, when he travels, that the face of the newsboy brightens
as he buys a paper from him, that the porter is all happiness, that
conductor and brake-man are devotedly anxious to be of aid. Everywhere
the man wins love. He loves humanity and humanity responds to the love.
He has always won the affection of those who knew him, and Bayard Taylor
was one of the many; he and Bayard Taylor loved each other for long
acquaintance and fellow experiences as world-wide travelers, back in the
years when comparatively few Americans visited the Nile and the Orient,
or even Europe.
When Taylor died there was a memorial service in Boston at which
Conwell was asked to preside, and, as he wished for something more than
addresses, he went to Longfellow and asked him to write and read a poem
for the occasion. Longfellow had not thought of writing anything, and he
was too ill to be present at the services, but, there always being
something contagiously inspiring about Russell Conwell when he wishes
something to be done, the poet promised to do what he could. And he
wrote and sent the beautiful lines beginning:
_Dead he lay among his books,
The peace of God was in his looks._
Many men of letters, including Ralph Waldo Emerson, were present at the
services, and Dr. Conwell induced Oliver Wendell Holmes to read the
lines, and they were listened to amid profound silence to their fine
ending.
Conwell, in spite of his widespread hold on millions of people, has
never won fame, recognition, general renown, compared with many men of
minor achievements. This seems like an impossibility. Yet it is not an
impossibility, but a fact. Great numbers of men of education and culture
are entirely ignorant of him and his work in the world--men, these, who
deem themselves in touch with world-affairs and with the ones who make
and move the world. It is inexplicable, this, except that never was
there a man more devoid of the faculty of self-exploitation,
self-advertising, than Russell Conwell. Nor, in the mere reading of
them, do his words appeal with anything like the force of the same words
uttered by himself, for always, with his spoken words, is his
personality. Those who have heard Russell Conwell, or have known him
personally, recognize the charm of the man and his immense forcefulness;
but there are many, and among them those who control publicity through
books and newspapers, who, though they ought to be the warmest in their
enthusiasm, have never felt drawn to hear him, and, if they know of him
at all, think of him as one who pleases in a simple way the commoner
folk, forgetting in their pride that every really great man pleases the
common ones, and that simplicity and directness are attributes of real
greatness.
But Russell Conwell has always won the admiration of the really great,
as well as of the humbler millions. It is only a supposedly cultured
class in between that is not thoroughly acquainted with what he has
done.
Perhaps, too, this is owing to his having cast in his lot with the city,
of all cities, which, consciously or unconsciously, looks most closely
to family and place of residence as criterions of merit--a city with
which it is almost impossible for a stranger to become affiliated--or
aphiladelphiated, as it might be expressed--and Philadelphia, in spite
of all that Dr. Conwell has done, has been under the thrall of the fact
that he went north of Market Street--that fatal fact understood by all
who know Philadelphia--and that he made no effort to make friends in
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WALKING ESSAYS
WALKING ESSAYS
BY
A. H. SIDGWICK
LONDON
EDWARD ARNOLD
1912
_All rights reserved_
_DEDICATION_
_COMITIBUS_
_O you who walked the ways with me
On hill and plain and hollow:
I ask your pardon, frank and free,
For all the things that follow.
Let me at least make one thing clear;
In these--I know no name for them--
These dreary talks on futile themes,
Dim visions from a dullards dreams,
At least you take no blame for them._
_You cheered my heart, made short the road,
And kept me philanthropic;
I only write this little ode
Which desecrates the topic.
You trode with me the mountain ridge
And clove the cloud wreaths over it;
I take the web of memories
We wove beneath the summer skies
And lo! the ink-spots cover it._
_How vain my effort, how absurd,
Considered as a symbol!
How lame and dull the written word
To you the swift and nimble!
How alien to the walkers mind,
Earth-deep, heaven-high, unfillable,
These petty snarls and jests ill-laid
And all the profitless parade
Of pompous polysyllable!_
_But yet, I feel, though weak my phrase,
My rhetoric though rotten,
At least our tale of Walks and Days
Should not go unforgotten;
At least some printed word should mark
The walker and his wanderings,
The strides which lay the miles behind
And lap the contemplative mind
In calm, unfathomed ponderings._
_And one rebuke I need not fear
From those of our profession,
That Walking Essays should appear
To be one long digression.
Let others take the hard high-road
And earn its gift, callosity:
For us the path that twists at will
Through wood and field, and up the hill
In easy tortuosity._
_Therefore, companions of the boot,
Joint-heirs of wind and weather,
In kindness take this little fruit
Of all our walks together.
For aught it has of wit or truth
I reckon you my creditors;
Its dulness, errors, want of taste,
Inconsequence, may all be placed
To my account, the editor’s._
_And haply you skim the work
In skilled eclectic hurry,
Some word may find the place where lurk
Your memories of Surrey;
Or, as you read and doze and droop
Well on the way to slumberland,
Before you some dim shapes will float,
Austere, magnificent, remote,
Their Majesties of Cumberland._
_Dream but awhile: and clouds will lift
To show the peaks at muster,
The driving shadows shape and shift
Before the hill-wind’s bluster:
Below far down the earth lies spread
With all its care and fretfulness,
But here the crumpled soul unfolds,
And every rock-strewn gully holds
The waters of Forgetfulness._
_So dream; and through your dreams shall roll
The rhythm of limbs free-striding,
Which moulds your being to a whole
And heals the worlds dividing;
So dream, and you shall be a man
Free on the open road again;
So dream the long night through, and wake
With better heart to rise and take
The burden of your load again._
PREFATORY NOTES
1. I have to thank two friends, who read or listened to large portions
of this work, for their sympathy, long-suffering, and good advice, and
to acquit them of all further complicity.
2. I must also thank a fellow-walker, who, on Maundy Thursday of 1910,
as we climbed the road out of Marlborough into Savernake Forest,
suggested to me the magnificent quotation from Cicero which heads the
essay on Walking and Music.
3. I have stolen the substance of one epigram from an _obiter dictum_ in
‘My System for Ladies,’ by J. P. Müller; but it was too good to miss.
4. None of the remarks about beer apply to Munich beer.
A. H. S.
_August 1912._
CONTENTS
PAGE
DEDICATION, v
I. WALKING AND CONVERSATION, 3
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VERY BRINK.]
THE MOTOR BOYS
ON ROAD AND RIVER
Or
Racing To Save a Life
BY
CLARENCE YOUNG
AUTHOR OF “THE MOTOR BOYS,” “THE MOTOR BOYS UNDER
THE SEA,” “THE RACER BOYS SERIES,” “THE
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A LIFE FOR A LOVE.
A NOVEL
BY
L.T. MEADE,
_Author of "Heart of Gold," "A Girl of the People,"
etc., etc._
MONTREAL:
JOHN LOVELL & SON,
23 ST. NICHOLAS STREET.
Entered according to Act of Parliament in the year 1891, by John Lovell
& Son, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture and Statistics at
Ottawa.
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=April's Lady.= By THE DUCHESS.
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THE SCRAP BOOK.
Vol. I. MARCH, 1906. No. 1.
Something New in Magazine Making.
THE SCRAP BOOK will be the most elastic thing that ever happened, in the
way of a magazine--elastic enough to carry anything from a tin whistle to
a battle-ship. This elasticity is just what we should have in
magazine-making, but it is precisely what we do not have and cannot have
in the conventional magazine, such, for example, as _The Century_,
_Harper's_, MUNSEY'S, and _McClure's_.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
VOLUME 98, JUNE 28TH 1890
_edited by Sir Francis Burnand_
MODERN TYPES.
(_By Mr. Punch's own Type Writer._)
NO. XIV.--THE LADY FROM CLOUDLAND.
[Illustration]
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the carefully disseminated intelligence that a new planet has begun to
twinkle in the firmament of fashion, and the telescopes of all those
who are in search of novelty are immediately directed to the spot.
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FIRST ANNUAL REPORT
of the
BUREAU OF ETHNOLOGY
to the
Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution
1879-’80
by
J. W. POWELL
Director
[Illustration]
WASHINGTON
Government Printing Office
1881
SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION, Bureau of Ethnology,
_Washington, D.C., July, 1880._
Prof. SPENCER F. BAIRD,
_Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution_,
_Washington, D.C._:
SIR: I have the honor to transmit herewith the first annual report of
the operations of the Bureau of Ethnology.
By act of Congress, an appropriation was made to continue researches in
North American anthropology, the general direction of which was confided
to yourself. As chief executive officer of the Smithsonian Institution,
you entrusted to me the immediate control of the affairs of the Bureau.
This report, with its appended papers, is designed to exhibit the
methods and results of my administration of this trust.
If any measure of success has been attained, it is largely due to
general instructions received from yourself and the advice you have ever
patiently given me on all matters of importance.
I am indebted to my assistants, whose labors are delineated in the
report, for their industry; hearty co-operation, and enthusiastic love
of the science. Only through their zeal have your plans been executed.
Much assistance has been rendered the Bureau by a large body of
scientific men engaged in the study of anthropology, some of whose names
have been mentioned in the report and accompanying papers, and others
will be put on record when the subject-matter of their writings is fully
published.
I am, with respect, your obedient servant,
J. W. POWELL.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
REPORT OF THE DIRECTOR.
Page.
Introductory xi
Bibliography of North American philology, by J. C. Pilling xv
Linguistic and other anthropologic researches,
by J. O. Dorsey xvii
Linguistic researches, by S. R. Riggs xviii
Linguistic and general researches among the Klamath
Indians, by A. S. Gatschet xix
Studies among the Iroquois, by Mrs. E. A. Smith xxii
Work by Prof. Otis T. Mason xxii
The study of gesture speech, by Brevet Lieut. Col.
Garrick Mallery xxiii
Studies on Central American picture writing,
by Prof. E. S. Holden xxv
The study of mortuary customs, by Dr. H. C. Yarrow xxvi
Investigations relating to cessions of lands by Indian
tribes to the United States, by C. C. Royce xxvii
Explorations by Mr. James Stevenson xxx
Researches among the Wintuns, by Prof. J. W. Powell xxxii
The preparation of manuals for use in American research xxxii
Linguistic classification of the North American tribes xxxiii
ACCOMPANYING PAPERS.
Page.
ON THE EVOLUTION OF LANGUAGE, BY J. W. POWELL.
Process by combination 3
Process by vocalic mutation 5
Process by intonation 6
Process by placement 6
Differentiation of the parts of speech 8
SKETCH OF THE MYTHOLOGY OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS, BY J. W. POWELL.
The genesis of philosophy 19
Two grand stages of philosophy 21
Mythologic philosophy has four stages 29
Outgrowth from mythologic philosophy 33
The course of evolution in mythologic philosophy 38
Mythic tales 43
The Cĭn-aú-äv Brothers discuss matters of importance
to the Utes 44
Origin of the echo 45
The So´-kûs Wai´-ûn-ats 47
Ta-vwots has a fight with the sun 52
WYANDOT GOVERNMENT, BY J. W. POWELL.
The family 59
The gens 59
The phratry 60
Government 61
Civil government 61
Methods of choosing councillors 61
Functions of civil government 63
Marriage regulations 63
Name regulations 64
Regulations of personal adornment 64
Regulations of order in encampment 64
Property rights 65
Rights of persons 65
Community rights 65
Rights of religion 65
Crimes 66
Theft 66
Maiming 66
Murder 66
Treason 67
Witchcraft 67
Outlawry 67
Military government 68
Fellowhood 68
ON LIMITATIONS TO THE USE OF SOME ANTHROPOLOGIC DATA, BY J. W. POWELL.
Archæology 73
Picture writing 75
History, customs, and ethnic characteristics 76
Origin of man 77
Language 78
Mythology 81
Sociology 83
Psychology 83
A FURTHER CONTRIBUTION TO THE STUDY OF THE MORTUARY CUSTOMS OF THE NORTH
AMERICAN INDIANS, BY H. C. YARROW.
List of illustrations 89
Introductory 91
Classification of burial 92
Inhumation 93
Pit burial 93
Grave burial 101
Stone graves or cists 113
Burial in mounds 115
Burial beneath or in cabins, wigwams, or houses 122
Cave burial 126
Embalmment or mummification 130
Urn burial 137
Surface burial 138
Cairn burial 142
Cremation 143
Partial cremation 150
Aerial sepulture 152
Lodge burial 152
Box burial 155
Tree and scaffold burial 158
Partial scaffold burial and ossuaries 168
Superterrene and aerial burial in canoes 171
Aquatic burial 180
Living sepulchers 182
Mourning, sacrifice, feasts, etc. 183
Mourning 183
Sacrifice 187
Feasts 190
Superstition regarding burial feasts 191
Food 192
Dances 192
Songs 194
Games 195
Posts 197
Fires 198
Superstitions 199
STUDIES IN CENTRAL AMERICAN PICTURE WRITING, BY E. S. HOLDEN.
List of illustrations 206
Introductory 207
Materials for the present investigation 210
System of nomenclature 211
In what order are the hieroglyphs read? 221
The card catalogue of hieroglyphs 223
Comparison of plates I and IV (Copan) 224
Are the hieroglyphs of Copan and Palenque identical? 227
Huitzilopochtli, Mexican god of war, etc. 229
Tlaloc, or his Maya representative 237
Cukulcan or Quetzalcoatl 239
Comparison of the signs of the Maya months 243
CESSIONS OF LAND BY INDIAN TRIBES TO THE UNITED STATES, BY C. C. ROYCE.
Character of the Indian title 249
Indian boundaries 253
Original and secondary cessions 256
SIGN LANGUAGE AMONG NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS, BY COL. GARRICK MALLERY.
Introductory 269
Divisions of gesture speech 270
The origin of sign language 273
Gestures of the lower animals 275
Gestures of young children 276
Gestures in mental disorder 276
Uninstructed deaf-mutes 277
Gestures of the blind 278
Loss of speech by isolation 278
Low tribes of man 279
Gestures as an occasional resource 279
Gestures of fluent talkers 279
Involuntary response to gestures 280
Natural pantomime 280
Some theories upon primitive language 282
Conclusions 284
History of gesture language 285
Modern use of gesture speech 293
Use by other peoples than North American Indians 294
Use by modern actors and orators 308
Our Indian conditions favorable to sign language 311
Theories entertained respecting Indian signs 313
Not correlated with meagerness of language 314
Its origin from one tribe or region 316
Is the Indian system special and peculiar? 319
To what extent prevalent as a system 323
Are signs conventional or instinctive? 340
Classes of diversities in signs 341
Results sought in the study of sign language 346
Practical application 346
Relations to philology 349
Sign language with reference to grammar 359
Gestures aiding archæologic research 368
Notable points for further researches 387
Invention of new signs 387
Danger of symbolic interpretation 388
Signs used by women and children 391
Positive signs rendered negative 391
Details of positions of fingers 392
Motions relative to parts of the body 393
Suggestions for collecting signs 394
Mode in which researches have been made 395
List of authorities and collaborators 401
Algonkian 403
Dakotan 404
Iroquoian 405
Kaiowan 406
Kutinean 406
Panian 406
Piman 406
Sahaptian 406
Shoshonian 406
Tinnean 407
Wichitan 407
Zuñian 407
Foreign correspondence 407
Extracts from dictionary 409
Tribal signs 458
Proper names 476
Phrases 479
Dialogues 486
Tendoy-Huerito Dialogue. 486
Omaha Colloquy. 490
Brulé Dakota Colloquy. 491
Dialogue between Alaskan Indians. 492
Ojibwa Dialogue. 499
Narratives 500
Nátci’s Narrative. 500
Patricio’s Narrative. 505
Na-wa-gi-jig’s Story. 508
Discourses 521
Address of Kin Chē-Ĕss. 521
Tso-di-a´-ko’s Report. 524
Lean Wolf’s Complaint. 526
Signals 529
Signals executed by bodily action 529
Signals in which objects are used in connection with
personal action 532
Signals made when the person of the signalist
is not visible 536
Scheme of illustration 544
Outlines for arm positions in sign language 545
Types of hand positions in sign language 547
Examples 550
CATALOGUE OF LINGUISTIC MANUSCRIPTS IN THE LIBRARY OF THE BUREAU OF
ETHNOLOGY, BY J. C. PILLING.
Introductory 555
List of manuscripts 562
ILLUSTRATION OF THE METHOD OF RECORDING INDIAN LANGUAGES. FROM THE
MANUSCRIPTS OF MESSRS. J. O. DORSEY, A. S. GATSCHET, AND S. B. RIGGS.
How the rabbit caught the sun in a trap, by J. O. Dorsey 581
Details of a conjurer’s practice, by A. S. Gatschet 583
The relapse, by A. S. Gatschet 585
Sweat-Lodges, by A. S. Gatschet 586
A dog’s revenge, by S. R. Riggs 587
FIRST ANNUAL REPORT
OF THE
BUREAU OF ETHNOLOGY.
BY J. W. POWELL, _Director._
INTRODUCTORY.
The exploration of the Colorado River of the West, begun in 1869 by
authority of Congressional action, was by the same authority
subsequently continued as the second division of the Geographical and
Geological Survey of the Territories, and, finally, as the Geographical
and Geological Survey of the Rocky Mountain Region.
By act of Congress of March 3, 1879, the various geological and
geographical surveys existing at that time were discontinued and the
United States Geological Survey was established.
In all the earlier surveys anthropologic researches among the North
American Indians were carried on. In that branch of the work finally
designated as the Geographical and Geological Survey of the Rocky
Mountain Region, such research constituted an important part of the
work. In the act creating the Geological Survey, provision was made to
continue work in this field under the direction of the Smithsonian
Institution, on the basis of the methods developed and materials
collected by the Geographical and Geological Survey of the Rocky
Mountain Region.
Under the authority of the act of Congress providing for the
continuation of the work, the Secretary of the Smithsonian Institution
intrusted its management to the former director of the Survey of the
Rocky Mountain Region, and a bureau of ethnology was thus practically
organized.
In the Annual Report of the Geographical and Geological Survey of the
Rocky Mountain Region for 1877, the following statement of the condition
of the work at that time appears:
ETHNOGRAPHIC WORK.
During the same office season the ethnographic work was more
thoroughly organized, and the aid of a large number of volunteer
assistants living throughout the country was secured. Mr. W. H.
Dall, of the United States Coast Survey, prepared a paper on the
tribes of Alaska, and edited other papers on certain tribes of
Oregon and Washington Territory. He also superintended the
construction of an ethnographic map to accompany his paper,
including on it the latest geographic determination from all
available sources. His long residence and extended scientific labors
in that region peculiarly fitted him for the task, and he has made a
valuable contribution both to ethnology and geography.
With the same volume was published a paper on the habits and customs
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WILL^M COLLINS, GLASGOW.]
HISTORY
OF
THE REFORMATION
IN THE
SIXTEENTH CENTURY.
BY
J. H. MERLE D'AUBIGNE, D.D.
J'appelle accessoire, l'estat des affaires de ceste vie caduque et
transitoire. J'appelle principal, le gouvernement spirituel auquel
reluit souverainement la providence de Dieu.--THEODORE DE BEZE.
By _accessory_ I mean the state of affairs in this fading and
transitory life. By principal I mean the spiritual government in
which the providence of God is sovereignly displayed.
A NEW TRANSLATION:
(CONTAINING THE AUTHOR'S LAST IMPROVEMENTS,)
BY HENRY BEVERIDGE, ESQ. ADVOCATE.
VOLUME FIRST.
GLASGOW:
PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM COLLINS.
LONDON: R. GROOMBRIDGE AND SONS.
1845.
GLASGOW:
WILLIAM COLLINS AND CO.,
PRINTERS.
TRANSLATOR'S ADVERTISEMENT.
D'Aubigne's History of the Reformation is so well known and so highly
appreciated as to make it not only unnecessary, but almost
presumptuous, for a mere Translator to say any thing in commendation
of it. The public feeling unquestionably is, that of the works which
have recently appeared, it is one of the most talented, interesting,
important, and seasonable. The mere lapse of time, aided by the active
misrepresentations of the Romish party, had begun to make an
impression in some degree unfavourable to the principles of the
Reformation. This admirable work has again placed these principles in
their true light. By its vivid display of what Rome was and did, it
has impressively reminded us of what she still is, and is prepared to
do. Her great boast is, that she has never changed. If so, she longs
to return to her former course, and will return to it the first moment
that circumstances enable her to do so. Being thus warned, our duty is
plain. We must prepare for the combat; and of all preparations, none
promises to be more effectual than that of thoroughly embuing the
public mind with the facts so graphically delineated, and the
principles so luminously and forcibly expounded in this work of
D'Aubigne.
But, it may be asked, Has not this purpose been effected already, or
at least may it not be effected without the instrumentality of a new
translation?
To this question the Translator answers, _First_, The form of the
present translation and the price at which it is published place the
work within the reach of thousands to whom it might otherwise be a
sealed book. _Second_, While this Translation is the cheapest in
existence, it is also the only one which can, in strict truth, be
regarded as genuine. The edition from which this translation is made
was published in 1842. The date would have been of little consequence
if the work had continued the same; but the fact is, that the edition
of 1842 is not a reprint, but a complete revision of the one which
preceded it. Numerous passages of considerable length and great
importance have been introduced, while others which had, on a careful
examination, been deemed redundant or inaccurate, have been expunged.
Surely, after all the pains which the distinguished author has
expended on the improvement of his work, it is scarcely doing justice
either to him or to the English reader to leave his improvements
unknown. In another respect the present Translation exclusively
contains what is conceived to be a very decided improvement. All the
Notes, the meaning of which is not given in the Text, have been
literally translated. It seemed somewhat absurd while translating
French for the benefit of the English reader, to be at the same time
presenting him with a large number of passages of untranslated Latin.
While the work has been printed in a form to which the most fastidious
cannot object, it has been issued at a price which makes it accessible
to all. The result, it is hoped, will be, that D'Aubigne's History of
the Reformation will obtain a circulation somewhat adequate to its
merits, and by its introduction into every family become what it well
deserves to be--a household book.
CONTENTS.
BOOK I.
STATE OF MATTERS BEFORE THE REFORMATION.
PAGE
CHAP. I.
Christianity--Formation of the Papacy--Unity of the Church--The
Decretals--Hildebrand--Corruption of Doctrine, 13
CHAP. II.
Grace and Works--Pelagianism--Penances--Indulgences--
Supererogation--Purgatory--Taxation--Jubilee, 27
CHAP. III.
Relics--Easter Merriment--Corruption of the Clergy--A Priest's
Family--Education--Ignorance, 34
CHAP. IV.
Christianity Imperishable--Opposition to Rome--Frederick the
Wise--His Character--His Anticipation, 42
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THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES
Or
The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail
by
LAURA DENT CRANE
Author of The Automobile Girls at Newport, The Automobile
Girls Along the Hudson, Etc., Etc.
Illustrated
[Illustration: The Splash Descended on Unsuspecting Bab. _Frontispiece._]
Philadelphia
Henry Altemus Company
Copyright, 1910, by Howard E. Altemus
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. The Reunion 7
II. New Light on Old Papers 20
III. Happiness, and Another Scheme 28
IV. In the Heart of the Berkshires 45
V. A Day in the Woods 58
VI. "The Great White Also" 66
VII. Mollie Follows the Trail 76
VIII. End of the Search 90
IX. Spirit of the Forest 95
X. A Knock at the Door 107
XI. The <DW53> Hunt 120
XII. The Wounded Bird 128
XIII. The Wigwam 135
XIV. Give Way to Miss Sallie! 144
XV. Society in Lenox 152
XVI. At the Ambassador's 166
XVII. A Visit to Eunice 181
XVIII. Plans for the Society Circus 190
XIX. The Old Gray Goose 198
XX. Barbara and Beauty 206
XXI. Eunice and Mr. Winthrop Latham 215
XXII. The Automobile Wins 230
XXIII. The Recognition 240
XXIV. What to Do with Eunice 251
The Automobile Girls in the
Berkshires
CHAPTER I
THE REUNION
"Mollie Thurston, we are lost!" cried Barbara dramatically.
The two sisters were in the depth of a New Jersey woods one afternoon in
early September.
"Well, what if we are!" laughed Mollie, leaning over to add a cluster of
wild asters to her great bunch of golden rod. "We have two hours ahead of
us. Surely such clever woodsmen as we are can find our way out of woods
which are but a few miles from home. Suppose we should explore a real
forest some day. Wouldn't it be too heavenly! Come on, lazy Barbara! We
shall reach a clearing in a few moments."
"You lack sympathy, Miss Mollie Thurston; that's your trouble."
Barbara was laughing, yet she anxiously scanned the marshy ground as she
picked her way along.
"I wouldn't mind being lost in these woods a bit more than you do, if I
were not so horribly afraid of snakes. Oh, my! this place looks full of
'em."
"They are not poisonous, Bab, or I might be more sympathetic," said
Mollie reassuringly. "The snakes in these woods are harmless. How can a
girl as brave as you are be such a goose about a poor, wriggly little
'sarpint,' that couldn't harm you if it tried."
"O-o-o!" shivered Bab. "One's own pet fear has nothing to do with sense
or nonsense. Kindly remember your own feelings toward the timid mouse!
Just the same, I should like to play 'Maid Marian' for a while and dwell
in the heart of a woodland glen. If ever I have a chance to go on a
camping trip, I shall get rid of my fear of snakes, somehow."
"Bab," said Mollie, after a moment's pause, "hasn't it been dreadfully
dull since Ruth and her father went away? Do you think they will ever
come back? I can hardly believe it has been only three weeks since they
left Kingsbridge, and only six weeks since we came back from Newport.
Anyhow I am glad Grace Carter is home again from her visit to her
brother."
"Cheer up, Mollie, do!" encouraged Bab. "Ruth has promised to pay us a
visit before she goes home to Chicago, and she is a girl of her word, as
you and I well know. I am expecting a letter from her every day."
"Well," Mollie ejaculated in heart-felt tones, "I know I am nearly dead
to see her. Grace and I were talking of it only yesterday."
"Mollie, I don't want to be a croaker," began Bab, after a little
hesitation, "but have you noticed that mother seems worried about
something? When I was talking yesterday about how crazy I was to go to
Vassar some day, mother looked as though she wanted to cry. I stopped
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Transcribed from the 1914 Burns & Oates edition by David Price, email
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SHELLEY: AN ESSAY
The Church, which was once the mother of poets no less than of saints,
during the last two centuries has relinquished to aliens the chief
glories of poetry, if the chief glories of holiness she has preserved for
her own. The palm and the laurel, Dominic and Dante, sanctity and song,
grew together in her soil: she has retained the palm, but forgone the
laurel. Poetry in its widest sense, {1} and when not professedly
irreligious, has been too much and too long among many Catholics either
misprised or distrusted; too much and too generally the feeling has been
that it is at best superfluous, at worst pernicious, most often
dangerous. Once poetry was, as she should be, the lesser sister and
helpmate of the Church; the minister to the mind, as the Church to the
soul. But poetry sinned, poetry fell; and, in place of lovingly
reclaiming her, Catholicism cast her from the door to follow the feet of
her pagan seducer. The separation has been ill for poetry; it has not
been well for religion.
Fathers of the Church (we would say), pastors of the Church, pious laics
of the Church: you are taking from its walls the panoply of Aquinas--take
also from its walls the psaltery of Alighieri. Unroll the precedents of
the Church's past; recall to your minds that Francis of Assisi was among
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[Illustration: FRANK READE WEEKLY MAGAZINE Containing Stories of
Adventures on Land, Sea & in the Air]
_Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Application
made for Second-Class Entry at N. Y. Post-Office._
No. 16. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 13, 1903. Price 5 Cents.
[Illustration: FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS ENGINE OF THE CLOUDS; OR,
CHASED AROUND THE WORLD IN THE SKY. _By “NONAME.”_]
“Climb up that ladder to the
airship!” exclaimed the detective.
“Very well,” said Murdock, and up he
went. Frank and Reynard followed
him, and the ship sped on. Pomp
received the prisoner. “Wha’ yo’
gwine ter do wif him?” he asked
Frank.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
FRANK READE
WEEKLY MAGAZINE.
CONTAINING STORIES OF ADVENTURES ON LAND, SEA AND IN THE AIR.
_Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Application made for
Second Class entry at the New York, N. Y. Post Office._ _Entered
according to Act of Congress in the year 1903, in the office of the
Librarian of Congress._ _Washington. D. C., by Frank Tousey. 24 Union
Square, New York._
No. 16. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 13, 1903. Price 5 Cents.
Frank Reade, Jr., and His Engine of the Clouds;
OR,
Chased Around the World in the Sky.
By “NONAME.”
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. SHOT FOR MONEY.
CHAPTER II. THE ENGINE OF THE CLOUDS.
CHAPTER III. A STOWAWAY.
CHAPTER IV. A LIGHT FROM THE SKY.
CHAPTER V. FOUND AND LOST.
CHAPTER VI. FOILED AGAIN.
CHAPTER VII. SAVED FROM DEATH.
CHAPTER VIII. BAFFLED AGAIN AND AGAIN.
CHAPTER IX. THE OASIS IN THE DESERT.
CHAPTER X. BUYING A SHIP’S CREW.
CHAPTER XI. IN A TIGER’S JAWS.
CHAPTER XII. LOSS OF A WHEEL.
CHAPTER XIII. A BOMBSHELL.
CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION.
CHAPTER I.
SHOT FOR MONEY.
It was a bitterly cold night in March.
The bleak, gloomy streets of Chicago were almost deserted.
A poor little boy in rags was slinking along an aristocratic avenue,
shivering with the cold and looking very wretched.
His pallid, emaciated face showed poverty and privation, an air of utter
misery surrounded him, and he had a mournful look in his sunken eyes.
Nobody noticed poor Joe Crosby but the police.
He was then only one of the many waifs of the great city.
Tom Reynard, the detective, had seen him stealing along like a thief,
and the zealous officer became so suspicious of the boy’s actions that
he began to follow him.
Perhaps he was justified in doing this, for the hoodlums of Chicago were
a pretty bad set of rowdies, as a rule.
The detective was a middle aged, sharp, shrewd fellow, of medium size,
clad in a black suit and derby hat, his bony face clean shaven, his keen
blue eyes snapping with fire, and his reputation for ability the very
finest.
He kept the skulking boy well in view and was a little bit startled to
see him mount the stoop of a very handsome brown stone house, through
the parlor windows of which, partly open at the top, there gleamed a
dull light.
Instead of the poor little wretch making an attempt to break into the
house as the detective expected, he boldly rang the bell.
A servant answered the summons, and, seeing the boy, she cried:
“What! Joe Crosby—you back home again?”
“Yes, Nora,” the boy replied, in firm tones, “and I am going to stay,
too. My stepfather, Martin Murdock, is a wicked man. He lured me to a
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*Friedrich Nietzsche*
*I: The Case Of Wagner*
*II: Nietzsche *_Contra_* Wagner*
*III: Selected Aphorisms*
Translated By
Anthony M. Ludovici
Third Edition
T. N. Foulis
13 & 15 Frederick Street
Edinburgh and London
1911
CONTENTS
Translator's Preface.
Preface To The Third Edition
The Case Of Wagner: A Musician's Problem
Nietzsche _contra_ Wagner
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INDIAN AND
OTHER TALES
By M. L. HOPE
Toronto
William Briggs
1911
Copyright, Canada, 1911,
By M. L. Hope.
{5}
INDIAN AND OTHER TALES
O beautiful wind of the West,
In your wand'rings o'er land and sea,
What have you seen in your quest?
Come, tell your story to me.
In the isles of the southern seas,
Where the crystal-clear ocean a melody sang
To the beautiful kauri trees,
I wandered the summer day through,
In the forest's dappled shade,
Where the graceful fern-tree bowed its head
To woo the Maori maid.
A nymph of the woods was she
In her kiwi mantle brown;
And the fern-tree wooed her with tender grace
From dawn till the sun went down;
But a Maori chieftain came
In the glory of life's young morn,
And the maiden forsook her mystic love,
Leaving it sad and forlorn.
But the tui-bird saw its grief,
And in loving sympathy
Built her beautiful, woven nest
In the heart of the lonely tree.
{6}
And when its liquid notes echoed the woodland through,
The fern-tree lifted its drooping head
And was fresh as the morning dew;
So I left them in their joy--the youth and his fairy bride,
The tree with its nest of callow birds--
And I crossed the ocean tide.
In the early morn I came to a land where the orchards were white
With their wealth of apple blossoms, and bathed in the spring sunlight;
There I found a winding road with banks where the wild-flowers grew,
And through a vista of blossoming trees the sea came into view,
As it sparkled in the sun and kissed the golden shore,
Then laughed aloud in its mirth and ran back to the sea once more.
And again I wandered on, until in the twilight dim
I came where the scent of the wattle seemed the incense to Nature's hymn,
For a brooding peace lay o'er land and sea
As I sank to rest in a blue gum-tree,
And when I awoke in the dawn, the dew lay on vineyards green,
{7}
Where they nestled in valleys of red-hued loam;
And a river whose fount was a cascade clear,
Which burst from the brow of a mountain near,
Wended its way through the verdant land,
Till it reached at last the ocean strand,
Where it lost itself in the waters deep,
And only the mermaids saw it leap
With joy, as it reached the Garden of Sleep.
And still I wandered on until I came to tropical seas,
Where the odors of spices were wafted afar by every passing breeze;
And in the pearly light of the coming day
I saw the feathery bamboo groves, where the elephant loves to stray;
I heard his mighty trump, as he waked from his dream,
And the sound of women's voices as they wended their way to the stream;
A laughing, chattering throng, they passed me on their way
To bathe in the limpid waters, ere the sun held his sovereign sway.
I followed a Purple Emperor to the cinnamon gardens near,
Then chased a laughing rickshaw boy, and whispered in his ear;
What the secret was I may not tell,
But the rickshaw boy seemed to know it well.
{8}
Then I left behind me this island fair,
With its wondrous charm and fragrant air,
And ere night had fallen had crossed the sea,
And come to the land of the banyan tree,
Where nature is wrapped in mystery deep,
And the gods in the cups of the Lotus-flower sleep;
And even my spirit felt its spell,
For I scarcely breathed as the twilight fell;
And when o'er the palm-trees and temples fair
The crescent moon hung in the evening air,
And from shadowy doorways and wayside shrines near
The chant of the Koran fell on my ear;
Still more did its mystery my spirit fill,
For I felt that I only could breathe and be still.
And so on to the Isles of the West I roam,
Which the hearts of the exiles ever call home;
And I think that the primrose and hare-bells blue
Are emblems of hearts that are ever true,
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MOUND-BUILDERS
BY
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REMINISCENCES
OF
EPPING FOREST.
* * * * *
ISSUED BY
J. GREEN,
“THE ROEBUCK,”
BUCKHURST HILL.
* * * * *
1873.
EPPING FOREST REMINISCENCES.
It is most desirable that the above charming locality should be better
known to the inhabitants of London; but, to be fully appreciated, it must
be visited and explored from time to time, but especially during the fine
months of the year.
The popularity of this place was enhanced considerably by the formation
of the Loughton, Woodford, and Ongar branch of the Eastern Counties
Railway, although, prior to that, the prejudices against Essex scenery
had kept many persons, who now wander about its sunny <DW72>s with unmixed
delight, from seeking air and exercise North-east of the Metropolis;
indeed, when we take into consideration the “barr’d up” and comparatively
exclusive character of the approaches to London in Kent, Surrey, and
Middlesex, it is a matter of surprise and wonderment that there can be
found people who prefer dusty roads (which are only enlivened by notices
to trespassers of prosecutions with all the rigour of the law) to the
jolly freedom connected with rambling in pure air only ten miles from
London wherever their inclinations may lead them.
THE ROEBUCK GARDENS AND GROUNDS have always been historically associated
with the adjacent Forest, and the quaint old edifice has been referred to
chiefly as the Foresters’ and Keeper’s Home for more than two centuries,
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THE EVOLUTION OF OLD TESTAMENT RELIGION
THE EVOLUTION OF OLD
TESTAMENT RELIGION
BY
W. E. ORCHARD, B.D.
LONDON
JAMES CLARKE & CO., 13 & 14, FLEET STREET
1908
TO
My Wife
PREFACE
The substance of this book was originally delivered as a Course of
Lectures to a week-night congregation. The Lecture form has been
retained, and this accounts for the repetition of the leading ideas,
while the practical interests of Church life account for the insistence
on the religious value and lesson. It is hoped that this, which might
be irritating to the professional student, may be helpful to the
ordinary reader who is repelled by the technicality of critical works,
and often fails to discern the devout spirit by which such works are
inspired, or to discover what religious interest is served by them.
Where everything is borrowed from other writers, and no claim to
originality is made, detailed acknowledgment would be impossible, but
the resolve to attempt some such course in place of the usual form of a
week-night service was formed in the Hebrew class-room of Westminster
College, Cambridge, while listening to the Lectures on Old Testament
Theology and Messianic Prophecy, delivered by the Rev. Professor Dr.
Skinner (now Principal), in which accurate scholarship was combined
with a deep insight into the present religious importance of these
subjects. Grateful acknowledgment is also due to the Rev. J.R. Coates,
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THE JUNGLE BOOK
By Rudyard Kipling
Contents
Mowgli's Brothers
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
Kaa's Hunting
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
"Tiger! Tiger!"
Mowgli's Song
The White Seal
Lukannon
"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"
Darzee's Chant
Toomai of the Elephants
Shiv and the Grasshopper
Her Majesty's Servants
Parade Song of the Camp Animals
Mowgli's Brothers
Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle
It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when
Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and
spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling
in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her
four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the
cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time to
hunt again." He was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with
a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: "Good luck go with you, O
Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble
children that they may never forget the hungry in this world."
It was the jackal--Tabaqui, the Dish-licker--and the wolves of India
despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling
tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village
rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more
than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets
that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting
everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui
goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake
a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee--the
madness--and run.
"Enter, then, and look," said Father Wolf stiffly, "but there is no food
here."
"For a wolf, no," said Tabaqui, "but for so mean a person as myself a
dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people],
to pick and choose?" He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he
found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end
merrily.
"All thanks for this good meal," he said, licking his lips. "How
beautiful are the noble children! How large are their eyes! And so young
too! Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings
are men from the beginning."
Now, Tabaqui knew as well as anyone else that there is nothing so
unlucky as to compliment children to their faces. It pleased him to see
Mother and Father Wolf look uncomfortable.
Tabaqui sat still, rejoicing in the mischief that he had made, and then
he said spitefully:
"Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt
among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me."
Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty
miles away.
"He has no right!" Father Wolf began angrily--"By the Law of the Jungle
he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will
frighten every head of game within ten miles, and I--I have to kill for
two, these days."
"His mother did not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing," said
Mother Wolf quietly. "He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That
is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are
angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry.
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THE LAST HOPE
By Henry Seton Merriman
"What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?" I cried.
"A hidden hope," the voice replied.
CONTENTS
I. LE ROI EST MORT
II. VIVE LE ROI
III. THE RETURN OF "THE LAST HOPE"
IV. THE MARQUIS'S CREED
V. ON THE <DW18>
VI. THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS
VII. ON THE SCENT
VIII. THE LITTLE BOY WHO WAS A KING
IX. A MISTAKE
X. IN THE ITALIAN HOUSE
XI. A BEGINNING
XII. THE SECRET OF GEMOSAC
XIII. WITHIN THE GATES
XIV. THE LIFTED VEIL
XV. THE TURN OF THE TIDE
XVI. THE GAMBLERS
XVII. ON THE PONT ROYAL
XVIII. THE CITY THAT SOON FORGETS
XIX. IN THE BREACH
XX. "NINETEEN"
XXI. NO. 8 RUELLE ST. JACOB
XXII. DROPPING THE PILOT
XXIII. A SIMPLE BANKER
XXIV. THE LANE OF MANY TURNINGS
XXV. SANS RANCUNE
XXVI. RETURNED EMPTY
XXVII. OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES
XXVIII. BAREBONE'S PRICE
XXIX. IN THE DARK
XXX. IN THE FURROW AGAIN
XXXI. THE THURSDAY OF MADAME DE CHANTONNAY
XXXII. PRIMROSES
XXXIII. DORMER COLVILLE IS BLIND
XXXIV. A SORDID MATTER
XXXV. A SQUARE MAN
XXXVI. MRS. ST. PIERRE LAWRENCE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND
XXXVII. AN UNDERSTANDING
XXXVIII. A COUP-D'ETAT
XXXIX. "JOHN DARBY"
XL. FARLINGFORD ONCE MORE
CHAPTER I. LE ROI EST MORT
"There; that's it. That's where they buried Frenchman," said
Andrew--known as River Andrew. For there was another Andrew who earned
his living on the sea.
River Andrew had conducted the two gentlemen from "The Black Sailor" to
the churchyard by their own request. A message had been sent to him in
the morning that this service would be required of him, to which he had
returned the answer that they would have to wait until the evening. It
was his day to go round Marshford way with dried fish, he said; but in
the evening they could see the church if they still set their minds on
it.
River Andrew combined the light duties of grave-digger and clerk to the
parish of Farlingford in Suffolk with a small but steady business in
fish of his own drying, nets of his own netting, and pork slain and
dressed by his own weather-beaten hands.
For Farlingford lies in that part of England which reaches seaward
toward the Fatherland, and seems to have acquired from that proximity an
insatiable appetite for sausages and pork. On these coasts the killing
of pigs and the manufacture of sausages would appear to employ the
leisure of the few, who for one reason or another have been deemed unfit
for the sea. It is not our business to inquire why River Andrew had
never used the fickle element. All that lay in the past. And in a degree
he was saved from the disgrace of being a landsman by the smell of tar
and bloaters that heralded his coming, by the blue jersey and the brown
homespun trousers which he wore all the week, and by the saving word
which distinguished him from the poor inland lubbers who had no dealings
with water at all.
He had this evening laid aside his old sou'wester--worn in fair and foul
weather alike--for his Sunday hat. His head-part was therefore official
and lent additional value to the words recorded. He spoke them,
moreover, with a dim note of aggressiveness which might only have been
racy of a soil breeding men who are curt and clear of speech. But there
was more than an East Anglian bluffness in the statement and the manner
of its delivery, as his next observation at once explained.
"Passen thinks it's over there by the yew-tree--but he's wrong. That
there one was a wash-up found by old Willem the lighthouse keeper one
morning early. No! this is where Frenchman was laid by."
He indicated with the toe of his sea-boot a crumbling grave which had
never been distinguished by a headstone. The grass grew high all over
Farlingford churchyard, almost hiding the mounds where the forefathers
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A Diplomatic Woman
By HUAN MEE
HARPER & BROTHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
M D C C C C
Copyright, 1900, by Sands & Co.
_All rights reserved._
CONTENTS
THE RUSSIAN CIPHER
LE DIABLE
THE ABDUCTED AMBASSADOR
PRINCE FERDINAND'S ENTANGLEMENT
A DEAL WITH CHINA
MONSIEUR ROCHE'S DEFEAT
THE RUSSIAN CIPHER
"Saints defend us!" I pettishly exclaimed. "Is there no one in the world
with an atom of brains? I don't want to go as 'Night' or 'Morning,' nor
as 'Marguerite' or 'Pierrette,' or 'Madame la Pompadour'; I want
something original!" And I stamped my foot to give emphasis to the
remark.
"Shall it be as 'Carmen,' madame?"
I sank into a chair in dismay. "Carmen!" This was the creature's idea of
originality. It was too ludicrous for anger. I laughed, and then, as I
raised my eyes to Madame Virot's indignantly bewildered countenance, my
glance fell upon a dress in a wardrobe behind her, and I pointed to it
in a flutter of excitement.
"Some one has originality, after all," I cried. "What does that dress
represent?"
"An ice palace, madame."
"_Mon Dieu!_ It is superb."
"_Mais oui, madame, c'est magnifique, c'est un miracle_," and then,
carried away with enthusiasm, she brought it forth and dilated upon it.
A pale green dress, covered with a shimmering, sparkling net-work that
looked like frost itself.
"You see, madame, the head-dress forms the snowy pinnacle of the tower,
and the _eau de Nil_ embroidered skirt follows the frosted outlines of
the building, which is a _fac-simile_ of the ice palace raised last
winter upon the Neva. An emerald satin mask, with tiny crystal icicles
hanging from the edge, in place of the usual fringe of lace, completes
the costume."
"I must have it," I cried; "it is incomparable."
"It is sold, madame."
"I will pay double."
"Impossible!"
"Treble!"
"I would willingly give it to madame, as it pleases her fancy, but I
cannot; it was designed according to sketches sent to me."
"Tush!" I impatiently exclaimed; "make a duplicate."
"It is impossible, madame, for the dress is for the same _bal masque_
that you will attend."
"And for whom?" I superciliously queried, for I was beside myself with
vexation. "Some nobody who has secured a card by chance, and wishes to
be thought a princess in disguise, eh?"
"I make for no such people," Madame Virot exclaimed, with a reflection
of my own annoyance. "The dress is for the Countess Zarfine. If madame
will suggest something else--"
I turned my eyes from the dress that tormented me, and racked my brains
for something that should excel its splendor, but the idea came not, and
with a contemptuous glare I faced the inoffensive milliner, who had
tried to please me for years, and had never more than half succeeded.
"To be original nowadays," I said, indifferently, "is, after all, so
commonplace, that to be commonplace is to be original. I will go as
'Carmen.'"
The daintiness of my epigram pleased me so well that I was almost
content, yet as I drove towards Le Bois the desire for the costume came
upon me again, and I was disconsolate. For it was no ordinary _bal
masque_, where everything was to be pretence, from the characters
represented to the fable that the dancers knew not one another. It was
all to be real, and no dissimulation. There was to be no unmasking time,
but every one was to be _incognito_ from the beginning to the end. It
was rumored that even our host and hostess would drive up to their own
house and enter amid the throng. No one was to know any one, and yet
every one was to know every one; no master of the ceremonies, no host
and hostess, no introductions or formal presentations. The fact that one
was there was an official stamp upon one's passport of reputation. It
was a Bohemian idea worthy of her who had brought it to Paris--the
Countess Zarfine, wife of the Russian Ambassador, and since, perforce, I
must be masked, I would have dazzled by art instead of nature; yet it
was not to be, and I grew peevish as I nursed my discomfiture.
My landau pulled up as we entered the gates, and Monsieur Roche, the
Premier, from whom I had received in the past many diplomatic
commissions, raised his hat and extended his hand.
"Madame, the gods love me."
"Monsieur, you are too modest; you should have used the feminine."
"I wanted to see you more than any other woman in Paris," he answered,
"and therefore I repeat--'The gods love me.'"
"'Those whom the gods love,' monsieur--" and I smiled, for I would have
given worlds to quarrel with some one, and preferably my best of
friends.
"'Die young,' eh?" he chuckled. "Well, the danger for me is past." And
then, without waiting for an invitation, he calmly stepped into the
carriage and seated himself beside me.
Here was, indeed, candor too wonderful for words, and I gazed
reprovingly upon him.
"You must help me, _ma chere_," he said, gravely. "It is no pleasantry,
but a serious matter--one that touches my reputation nearly."
"Well, _mon ami_?"
"You know our relationship with Russia?"
"The pretty girl with inviting graces to a gallant who hesitates."
"Precisely," he answered, in a tone of appreciation at my simile; "but
the pretty girl's love-letters are being opened."
"Humiliating."
"More than that," he cried, impetuously; "detrimental to me. Three times
in the past month has the most secret cipher of the government been
changed, because identical with the receipt of our message by Russia its
import has become public property in the capitals of Europe."
"Then, ineffectually changed," I observed.
"Utterly. I have just left Count Zarfine, the Russian Ambassador, and he
has dared to imply, in almost undiplomatic language, that his government
suspects us of trifling. _Mon Dieu!_" Monsieur Roche cried in an
awe-stricken voice; "trifling with Russia!"
"Who holds this cipher?"
"Myself and Count Zarfine. When it is changed the new cipher is sent to
St. Petersburg by him direct to the Minister, and the documents by me,
through the diplomatic departments. We have varied the cipher three
times, we have sent different messengers each time, but the result has
always been the same. The world learned the message at once, and we are
fast becoming the laughing-stock of Europe, for the pretty girl is ready
to offer so much for alliance."
"And the Count could not help you, _mon ami_?"
"He was brusque almost to rudeness, but his wife--"
"Ah, monsieur, his wife, what of her?" I asked, with a smile, for I well
knew the fascinations of the Countess Zarfine.
"She knows, as I know," monsieur answered, "that, as in France, so in
Russia, there are powerful influences against this alliance."
He lowered his voice and continued impressively, "Influences so powerful
that it might be possible for them to obtain our secret papers, open
them, read them, and then reseal them and pass them on to their
destination."
"But that would be useless without the key to the cipher, _mon ami_."
"That is stolen in Paris."
"Ah! from whom?"
"The Count himself, and despatched at once to those awaiting it."
"Childlike in its simplicity," I murmured, with a world of satire.
"The Countess is a wonderful woman," he admitted, and then continued:
"You see how easy it is. These people can gain access to the documents
passing between France and Russia, but not to the key of the
cipher--that is stolen here."
"And, of course, the thief is known already," I cried, disdainfully.
"Almost," he replied, with the first flash of enthusiasm he had
manifested--"almost. On Wednesday we shall catch him in the very act. Of
one thing we are certain. He moves in diplomatic circles, and knows that
our final proposal will be made to Russia by the end of the week. On
Wednesday morning I hand the new cipher to the Count, at night he
despatches it, but in the hours that intervene the Countess will
discover the thief. She suspects one of her husband's secretaries."
"You have enlisted a new and powerful ally, monsieur," with a jealous
tremor in my voice.
"Tut, tut," he answered, mildly; "you are the ally I must have, for,
frankly, I do not believe a word the Countess says."
"Then the saints be praised," I ejaculated; "you are not the simpleton
that I feared you were. But you go too far, _mon ami_, for all is true
excepting one thing, the name of the spy, and that is--"
"Let us be diplomatic," he interrupted, "until we are sure. Take the
missing quantity X."
"Why not Z?" I replied, and then I own I started with slight surprise at
the coincidence, for the Countess herself cantered up to the side of the
carriage, and I took her proffered hand.
"I do not believe in Z," Monsieur Roche cried, raising his voice a
little. "Zero cannot win the race, notwithstanding her distance
allowance;" and then he looked up and bowed to the Countess Zarfine.
"I did not suspect diplomacy found recreation in horse-racing,
monsieur," she exclaimed, with an arch smile.
"Age has its follies as well as youth," he answered, and then leaned
anxiously towards her and whispered, "Any news?"
"What can there be until then?" she asked. "On the night of the day
chosen I shall know. At the _bal masque_ I will tell you his name."
Monsieur Roche looked the picture of despair, and then, with a gesture
as though the whole world had been lost to him, spoke in an undertone to
the Countess, said something that I judged by a dainty frown she did not
favor; but in an instant the cloud had passed, and she smiled again, and
answered, "As you will."
Yet to me it still seemed that she was being forced into some action she
would not have elected of her own free choice.
Then Monsieur Roche, still a little embarrassed, turned to me. "A
message--a written message--is to be conveyed to me at the _bal masque_;
I cannot be there, and"--how charmingly he was confused--"will you
receive it for me?"
"And take it at once to Le Quai d'Orsay," the Countess interjected.
"Bring it myself?" I cried, in simulated surprise.
"Yes," monsieur answered, and tactfully continued, "I am shamed at the
greatness of the favor I ask, but it is vital."
"Very well," I reluctantly consented. "If that be so I will do it;" and
he murmured his thanks.
"At midnight I shall pass the head of the staircase and slip a note into
your hand," the Countess exclaimed; "that will be the message."
"But we are all _incognito_," I observed, with my most ingenuous smile.
"You will easily recognize me--I shall represent the 'Franco-Russe
Alliance,'" she answered, with the ready lie of a Russian. "The National
emblems and the National colors--the Double Eagle and the
_fleur-de-lis_. And you?"
"The 'Lost Provinces,'" I replied, meeting lie with diplomatic evasion.
The look of annoyance still slumbered in the depths of her dark eyes,
and I thought, too, there was the glint of a dawning suspicion; but it
was swiftly chased away as she turned with a jest to Monsieur Roche, and
after the interchange of a few pleasantries, nodded gayly to us both and
rode off.
"You are well matched in one thing," Monsieur Roche suavely remarked, as
he watched her retreating figure, "your originality of costume."
"And in another," I replied; "the fact that neither will wear what she
has said she will."
The dear man's eyebrows shot upward in bewilderment.
"She will represent 'An Ice Palace' I, 'Carmen.'"
He looked at me for a moment in undisguised admiration, and then sank
back and whispered with contented appreciation, "_Mon Dieu!_ you are a
wonderful woman."
"And a fortunate one," I replied, "to win the approbation of so
accomplished a diplomat."
"_Ma chere_," he murmured, "men are diplomats by education, women by
intuition. It is civilization against nature."
"The dresses we have mentioned," I continued, "will probably be worn by
our maids, leaving the Countess Zarfine at liberty to carry out her
work, and me free to frustrate her; for I am certain now that it is she
who reveals the cipher. Had I not known the costume she really intends
to wear I should have devoted the night to watching the 'Franco-Russe
Alliance.' As it is, my maid, the 'Lost Provinces,' will do that for the
sake of diplomatic appearances, the Countess will be deceived, and I
shall be free. So I require another card for the carnival--get it
secretly for me."
"Success is assured," he cried, enthusiastically.
"Not so fast, _mon ami_. She already suspects me--I could see it in her
eyes--and therefore you must act with consummate tact; you must delay
the delivery of the key on some pretence until an hour before the ball,
and so render it impossible for it to be revealed to any one except at
the carnival. Then I know when it will be done--directly I have left."
"After you have left?" he cried, in bewilderment.
"After my maid has left with the Countess Zarfine's message for you."
"Ah," he sighed, and there was a world of admiration in the utterance of
that monosyllable, but a moment after, his face became grave again, as
he suggested, "Perhaps the key may be given in such a way that you
cannot prevent it--another note, for instance, skilfully passed from
hand to hand."
"I think not. She would not risk anything so liable to be discovered.
Besides, she suspects; and more," I continued, "does not the whole idea
of this _bal masque_ proclaim the lady's love for the theatrical? No,
_mon ami_, the cipher will be given in such a manner that if a man
watched her actions every minute of the night he would see nothing, but
a woman might see much."
Monsieur smiled again, complaisantly.
"Then, too, if I fail, it is not ruin," I said, "for the documents will
not be despatched until you have heard from me. If I succeed, the
evidence against her will be strong enough to give you all the proofs
you need."
"But--"
"No more suppositions, _mon ami_; you weary me."
"You're the cleverest woman in Paris," he said, with a glance of warm
admiration, as he alighted and stood by my carriage.
"And you, for one who has left youth behind, are the most gallant man in
France," I answered, with a glow of merriment, for I already counted my
mission as accomplished.
"Left youth behind," he murmured, despondingly.
"You said so,_ mon ami_."
"It was in an undiplomatic moment."
"Therefore true, and your tongue, at least, is still youthful. _Au
revoir_, monsieur."
* * * * *
Therese created a sensation. There are women even among my chosen
acquaintances who insist upon their maids being stiff, and, if possible,
ugly. Perhaps they fear the comparison which I am too satisfied with
myself to be concerned about, and on that night I was thankful that my
choice had fallen upon a girl who could so admirably play the part I had
selected for her, one whom I need not fear, by some vulgar _gaucherie_,
would spoil my plans or endanger my success.
Therese created a sensation, and, as she entered, the audacity of her
costume drew all eyes towards her.
Her pretty auburn curls were surmounted by the "Cap of Liberty," draped
in crape; her skirt was of the palest yellow silk, with the outlines of
our "Lost Provinces" in black; while, symbolical of the day we prayed
for, the arms of France were more than half eclipsing those of Germany.
For a moment there was the silence of admiration as she entered, and
then a hum of applause burst into a shout as each loyal heart caught the
symbolical meaning of the fading colors of the German arms, almost
hidden by the simple sweetness of our own dear _fleur-de-lis_, and
patriotic voices cried, "_Vive belle Alsace! Vive, vive Lorraine!_"
And Therese bore the sensation as I would have done myself. I turned a
diamond half-hoop on my finger, reflecting it was the last time I could
do so, for to-morrow it should be hers.
Strictly obedient to my instructions, she danced but little, always
following, with some ostentation of persistence, the movements of a lady
who had attracted passing attention--the embodiment of the "Franco-Russe
Alliance." It was a quaint sport we favored--the maid watching the maid.
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Title: Mohammed Ali and His House
Author: Louise Muhlbach
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A ROMANCE OF THE SOUTH SEAS
By Herman Melville
PREFACE
MORE than three years have elapsed since the occurrence of the events
recorded in this volume. The interval, with the exception of the last
few months, has been chiefly spent by the author tossing about on
the wide ocean. Sailors are the only class of men who now-a-days see
anything like stirring adventure; and many things which to fire-side
people appear strange and romantic, to them seem as common-place as a
jacket out at elbows. Yet, notwithstanding the familiarity of sailors
with all sorts of curious adventure, the incidents recorded in the
following pages have often served, when'spun as a yarn,' not only to
relieve the weariness of many a night-watch at sea, but to excite the
warmest sympathies of the author's shipmates. He has been, therefore,
led to think that his story could scarcely fail to interest those who
are less familiar than the sailor with a life of adventure.
In his account of the singular and interesting people among whom he was
thrown, it will be observed that he chiefly treats of their more obvious
peculiarities; and, in describing their customs, refrains in most cases
from entering into explanations concerning their origin and purposes.
As writers of travels among barbarous communities are generally very
diffuse on these subjects, he deems it right to advert to what may be
considered a culpable omission. No one can be more sensible than the
author of his deficiencies in this and many other respects; but when the
very peculiar circumstances in which he was placed are understood, he
feels assured that all these omissions will be excused.
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WAR DEPARTMENT :: OFFICE OF THE SURGEON GENERAL
BULLETIN No. 9
OCTOBER, 1915
GUNSHOT ROENTGENOGRAMS
A COLLECTION OF ROENTGENOGRAMS TAKEN IN
CONSTANTINOPLE DURING THE TURKO-BALKAN
WAR, 1912-1913, ILLUSTRATING
SOME GUNSHOT WOUNDS IN THE
TURKISH ARMY
BY
CLYDE S. FORD
Major, Medical Corps
PUBLISHED BY AUTHORITY OF THE ACT OF
CONGRESS APPROVED MARCH 3, 1915, AND
WITH THE APPROVAL OF THE SECRETARY OF
WAR, FOR THE INFORMATION OF
MEDICAL OFFICERS
[Illustration]
WASHINGTON
GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE
1916
TABLE OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
RIFLE WOUNDS.
HEAD.
Page.
PLATE 1. Gunshot fracture, skull, lodgment of missile 12
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A VISIT
TO
THE MAMMOTH CAVE OF KENTUCKY.
BY JOHN WILSON,
THE SCOTTISH VOCALIST.
EDINBURGH: 1849.
A VISIT
TO
THE MAMMOTH CAVE OF KENTUCKY.
Mammoth Cave, Kentucky, May 20, 1849.
We left the City of Rooks, as Nashville is called, on Thursday morning
at half-past four, and travelled ninety miles to our place of
destination for the night, which occupied 19 hours. The stages in this
part of the country lose a great deal of time needlessly by stopping for
meals a great deal oftener than people require them. During our ride we
had breakfast at 21 miles from Nashville, at a place called Tyree
Springs, and that was acceptable enough; but before it was well digested
we had to stop for dinner, and then again for supper, in three hours
more; and as the people in this last hotel, which was at a pretty little
town called Bowling Green, did not wish to be at the trouble of making
one supper for their own boarders and another for the coach travellers,
we were compelled to "bide their time" though not any of us wanted
supper at all, and here we lost an hour and a half. In our journey we
were interested in the day time by the great variety of wild flowers we
saw, and after dark by the crowds of fire-flies in the air, in the
trees, in the fields. We reached Bell's,[1] where we were to stay for
the night, at half-past 11, where we might have had another meal, but we
did not like. Bell, a civil old fellow, is famed for making a kind of
Atholl brose, of old peach brandy and honey, which we had a tasting of,
and then went to bed; but Mr Bell's brose I shall never taste again, for
although it is pleasant enough to taste, yet I could not get the
disagreeable flavour of the peach brandy out of my mouth the whole of
the next day. After a capital breakfast, Bell sent us in a four horse
stage to the Mammoth Cave, a distance of eight miles, over one of the
roughest roads I ever encountered; but what we have seen in this
wonderful place amply compensates for any trouble or difficulty we may
have undergone. I am really quite at a loss how to begin to give you the
least idea of the place, for it is almost beyond description; at all
events I feel quite sure that any kind of description given in writing,
by any mortal man, cannot afford to a stranger the smallest notion of
the wondrousness, the sublimity, the awfulness of this cave--this
stupendous work of Nature. First let me tell you, however, that it
contains 226 avenues; at least that number has been discovered, for
there are more than that; forty-seven domes, eight cataracts, pits
innumerable, and eight rivers, only three of which have been explored.
It was first discovered by the whites in 1802, and during the last war
with England immense quantities of saltpetre were made in it, the
remains of the utensils for the manufacture of which are still to be
seen at a short distance from the entrance, and even the marks of the
hoofs of the oxen the miners used can be traced in the ground. It is
only about ten years since the curious began to visit the cave, and
every year the visitors increase in number, and they must continue to do
so as the wonders of the place become more talked of. About the end of
June is the time for crowds coming, and there is ample accommodation for
more than two hundred people in a very comfortable hotel, with an
obliging and intelligent host, named Mosher. There is no other visitor
here at present but ourselves. Having given you so much preliminary, I
shall endeavour to give you an inkling of what we saw during our
FIRST DAY'S VISIT TO THE MAMMOTH CAVE.
The necessary alterations having been made in the costume of my two
daughters, namely, the petticoats being shortened, and trousers being
donned--pants, I ought to have said, for trousers are never named here,
and breeches are never made--and caps being placed upon their craniums,
a gentleman, who accompanied us from Nashville, and myself, having been
provided with coats that had been coats once, and low-crowned soft hats,
we set off for the cave. We were fortunate in getting the services of
the favourite guide Stephen, to whom we had a letter from a lady in
Nashville. He is an active, intelligent, attentive, capital fellow, and
after walking some 200 yards through an avenue of shady trees, we found
him near the entrance, with his lamps ready to light, his flask of oil
on his back, and one basket of provisions. We descended by about thirty
rude steps to the entrance, where our lamps being lighted, we bade
farewell for a while to the light of day. In a very short time we come
to a wall that had been built by the miners, and in which there is a
door-way, inside of which we are fairly in the cave. The temperature of
the cave is always at sixty, and when the temperature out of doors is
higher, the air rushes out at this doorway, so as to blow out the lamps,
if the command of the guide is not obeyed to keep your lamps before you.
At first one cannot see very well--the eyes are not yet accustomed to
penetrate the darkness--the lamps only tended to make the darkness more
visible. By and by we get more used to it. The "Church," as it is
called, is the first apartment where we make a halt. It is very large,
with galleries round it, and a projection of rock at one side, called
the pulpit. Being told by the guide to put our lights behind us, he set
fire to a Bengal light, and then we were struck with wonder and awe at
the splendour and the vastness of the rocky apartment. For size, Exeter
Hall is nothing to it. During the season service is performed in it by
some of the clergymen visitors, and the effect must be very sublime, to
see each worshipper sitting with his lamp, listening to the Word,
joining in prayer to the Lord of all, and singing his praises. Each
person enters with his lamp, of course, but on coming to the church the
lamps are all placed together, so as to make one general grand light.
The church is in the "Main Cave," which is five miles in extent, and as
we move along we see the marks of the action of the water upon the rocks
in every part. The average height is 50 feet, its width 100 feet; at one
place, however, it is 340 feet wide. We leave the Main Cave, and enter
the "Gothic Avenue," where the first apartment we come to is called the
"Haunted Chamber," from two mummies having been found there by the
miners in 1809. They were in a sitting position, and clothed with
deer-skins. One of them is now in a museum in New York; the other was
burned by the museum in Cincinnati taking fire. The friend who was with
me being somewhat of a utility sort of a person, wishes everything to be
made proper use of, and suggested that the cave would be a capital place
for keeping meat, vegetables, &c., when he was told by Stephen, much to
his satisfaction, that the hotel people used it for that purpose. We go
along farther, and soon find ourselves in the "Register Room," which
has, or rather had, a beautiful white ceiling, but it is now
considerably defaced by many persons wishing to immortalise themselves
by writing their names on the roof with the smoke of a candle. They must
have had the candle attached to a pretty long pole, for the roof is
high. I. B. of old England is one of the names; I suppose John Bull is
meant. There is also a Mr John Smith--it does not state where his locale
is, but it is not unlikely that it was Mr Smith of the United States.
After passing "Vulcan's Forge," so called from the stone resembling very
much the refuse of a forge, we come to the "Gothic Chapel." Before
entering it, however, Stephen takes our lamps, and leaves us in the dark
for a time, while he goes and places them on the stalactite pillar in
the chapel. He calls out to us to "come on--there's nothing to stumble
over," and we advanced towards the chapel. How splendid! how beautiful!
The stalactite pillars are all opposite to each other, as if they were
really supporting the roof. It reminded me of the crypt under the
Cathedral at Rochester, in Kent, excepting that here the pillars were
translucent. About ten or twelve feet high are the pillars, and the
stalactite formations are still going on in some of them. It has been
ascertained, it seems, that it takes thirty years to form the thickness
of a wafer, then how many times thirty years must it have taken to form
these pillars! It was a solemn scene, the stillness was indeed quite
awful. I broke the silence by singing Luther's Hymn, while those around
me stood like statues. We came next to what is called "Napoleon's
Breastwork," an immense block of limestone, that has evidently fallen
away from the roof at some time or other, and now lies in a slanting
form. It is about 60 feet long, 20 feet to the top, and looks over into
a deep ravine. Now we come to his Satanic Majesty's "Armchair," which is
the name given to a splendid stalactite column in the centre of a
chamber, and which on one side forms an excellent seat. The back is
round, and like one of the old fashioned chairs stuffed, and covered
with silk. You may have an idea of the size of it when I tell you that
it takes three men's arms to go round it. Not far from it is another
stalactite formation called the "Elephant's Head," from its exact
resemblance to one--the eyes, ears, and trunk, are perfect--some
barbarian, however, has defaced the trunk. Now we approach the "Lover's
Leap," where any hapless swain may have an opportunity of getting rid of
all his earthly cares by taking a dismal leap of 50 feet, but no one has
yet been desperate enough to do it. We descend to the left of the
"Lover's Leap" and presently enter an extraordinary passage in the rock,
called the "Devil's Elbow;" it is about three feet wide and twelve high,
and leads to the lower branch of the Gothic Avenue. The stone of the
passage bears evidence of water having rushed through it with tremendous
force, though how long ago it is impossible to ascertain. One of the
guides got a terrible fright here some time since, by a gentleman who
was gifted with ventriloquial powers. He had arrived at the hotel in the
evening, and requested a guide to accompany him to the cave. While they
were standing over the "Lover's Leap" he made a cry for "lights and some
water," which seemed to come through the "Devil's Elbow" from the
apartment below. The guide, fancying it was some one of his companions
whose lamp had gone out, called out to him to stay where he was and he
would come to him immediately; as he was descending by the Devil's Elbow
the voice came from another part in front of them. He returned, and was
ascending again to the Lover's Leap, when the voice once more came
through the Elbow, at which he became considerably alarmed, and it was
with great difficulty the gentleman could prevent him from running
fairly off out of the cave, and leaving him in the lurch, which perhaps
he deserved. On their return to the hotel the guide told the landlord a
woful story, in the midst of which, however, he was stopped by some one
coming in to say there was a maniac about the grounds, when they went
out and heard a voice calling out for some tea and bread and butter.
"That's it!" he said, "that's the same voice that was in the cave." The
ventriloquist made the landlord aware of the trick, and the mysterious
affair ended with a hearty laugh at the poor alarmed guide's expense. As
we enter this part of the Gothic Avenue, we come to a basin of beautiful
clear water, called the "Cooling Tub." It is about six feet wide, and a
stream of the purest water is falling constantly into it from the
ceiling, which is here about thirty feet high. In various parts of the
cave there are streams of this description, and the sound of this
falling water is the only thing that breaks the awful stillness that
constantly reigns. After passing "Napoleon's Dome," which is about sixty
feet in height, we come to another little pool, called "Lake Purity,"
the water in which is delicious to drink, so pure that no disturbance
can thicken it. Now we retrace our steps to the "Main Cave," where at
almost every step we take some new wonder is opened up to us. We are in
an apartment called the "Ball Room," for it is frequently used as such
by the visitors during the season. The floor is smooth and level, and
continues so for several hundred feet, so that there is plenty of room
for a large party. There are spacious galleries above, too, formed by
the ledging rocks; and there is an orchestra, capable of holding twice
the number of the Philharmonic Band. As we go along gazing in wonder at
everything, the eye suddenly rests on a nice little niche in the wall,
just like the niche that is at the door of a Roman Catholic Cathedral
for holding the holy water. It has been formed by the trickling down of
the water, and is called Wandering Willie's Spring; as I have
considerable regard for all Wandering Willies, I partook of the water of
his spring, and can vouch for its purity and refreshing qualities. The
"Standing Rocks" that we by and by approach, are immense blocks of stone
that have evidently fallen from the roof, some of them twenty feet long,
and six or eight feet thick, and many of them even larger, and what is
something remarkable, it is the thinnest part of the stone that has sunk
into the earth. The next very prominent object we come to is the
"Giant's Coffin," an immense block of limestone that has evidently
fallen away from the side, and which perfectly resembles a coffin, but
may well be called a giant's, for it is sixty feet long and about twenty
feet thick. It has the curved lid which I have observed in the
fashionable coffins in the south, and which I heard an auctioneer, who
was selling some by auction, recommend as being much more accommodating
than the plain lids, for the person could turn round whenever he felt
inclined to do so. At some distance beyond this, perhaps 150 yards, the
cave takes a gigantic turn, called the "Acute Angle," or "Great Bend,"
which the guide illumines by one of his Bengal lights, and displays to
the astonished spectator one of the most wonderful sights that ever
mortal eyes beheld. It has the appearance of a vast amphitheatre. It
must be about seventy feet high. In front of us is the great cornerstone
or bend, and on each side the avenue looms away into unfathomable
darkness. The Bengal light dies, and we trudge along to the right, with
our lamps in our hands, single file, with Stephen at the head, and ere
long he says, "Stop, we are now in the 'Star-Chamber.'" Wonders will
never cease, for here is something more wonderful than anything we have
yet seen. How can I convey to you an idea of it? Let me see. It is as if
we were at the bottom of a deep ravine or pass, about sixty feet wide,
and one hundred feet high, the top of the ravine being terminated by
jutting-out rocks, and above those projecting rocks we see the blue
firmament of heaven, as it were, with the stars shining above us. The
rocks at the top are white in many places, and cloud-like, which shows
the starry firmament to greater advantage. The stars are formed by the
sparkling gypsum in the dark limestone, and a more complete optical
illusion dame Nature never called into existence. We felt as if we
should never tire gazing on this, and expatiating to each other upon its
wonders. Stephen asked us how we should like to have all the lights
extinguished, to try the effect of it in that way, which we readily
agreed to; but not a particle of anything could we see. There was, of
course, not the smallest ray of light--there could not be, for we were
two miles from the mouth of the cave, and 170 feet below the surface of
the earth. I put my finger close to my eye but could see nothing. When
no one spoke the silence was awful. I don't know what the others were
thinking of in the midst of this total eclipse, but I could not help
thinking, now, if Stephen should have forgot his matches we shall be in
a fine _fix_. I spoke to him of this afterwards, when he said he should
soon have got lights for us if he had forgot his matches, for he knows
the cave so well, having been a guide in it for thirteen years, that he
could have forced his way to the mouth. This Star-Chamber is one of the
most pleasing sights in the cave. Not far from it are the remains of
some small houses that were built some years ago for consumptive
patients. The air is so pure and the temperature so equal, that they
enjoyed very good health while they remained in the cave, but as soon as
they went above ground they became as bad as ever; the idea, therefore,
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR
THE VILLA ON THE RHINE
Leisure Hour Series, 2 vols. 16mo. $2.00
HENRY HOLT & CO., NEW YORK
ON THE HEIGHTS
_A NOVEL_
BY
BERTHOLD AUERBACH
TRANSLATED BY
SIMON ADLER STERN
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1907
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by
HENRY HOLT,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
ON THE HEIGHTS.
BOOK I.
CHAPTER I.
Early mass was being celebrated in the chapel attached to the royal
summer palace.
The palace stood on a slight eminence in the center of the park. The
eastern <DW72> of the hill had been planted with vineyards, and its
crest was covered with mighty, towering beeches. The park abounded with
maples, plane-trees and elms, with their rich foliage, and firs of
various kinds, while the thick clusters of needles on the fir-leaved
mountain pine showed that it had become acclimated. On grassy lawns
there were solitary tall pines of perfect growth. A charming variety of
flowers and leaf plants lent grace to the picture which, in all its
details, showed evidence of artistic design and exquisite taste.
The paths were neatly kept. The flowers were sparkling with the dews of
morning; birds were singing and the air was laden with the fragrant
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THE WRITINGS OF THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH
THE QUEEN OF SHEBA, AND MY COUSIN THE COLONEL
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
1907
CONTENTS
I. MARY
II. IN WHICH THERE IS A FAMILY JAR
III. IN WHICH MARY TAKES A NEW DEPARTURE
IV. THE ODD ADVENTURE WHICH BEFELL YOUNG LYNDE IN THE HILL COUNTRY
V. CINDERELLA'S SLIPPER
VI. BEYOND THE SEA
VII. THE DENHAMS
VIII. FROM GENEVA TO CHAMOUNI
IX. MONTANVERT
X. IN THE SHADOW OF MONT BLANC
XI. FROM CHAMOUNI TO GENEVA
MY COUSIN THE COLONEL
"FOR BRAVERY ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE"
THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
I
MARY
In the month of June, 1872, Mr. Edward Lynde, the assistant cashier and
bookkeeper of the Nautilus Bank at Rivermouth, found himself in a
position to execute a plan which he had long meditated in secret.
A statement like this at the present time, when integrity in a place of
trust has become almost an anomaly, immediately suggests a defalcation;
but Mr. Lynde's plan involved nothing more criminal than a horseback
excursion through the northern part of the State of New Hampshire. A
leave of absence of three weeks, which had been accorded him in
recognition of several years' conscientious service, offered young
Lynde the opportunity he had desired. These three weeks, as already
hinted, fell in the month of June, when Nature in New Hampshire is in
her most ravishing toilet; she has put away her winter ermine, which
sometimes serves her quite into spring; she has thrown a green mantle
over her brown shoulders, and is not above the coquetry of wearing a
great variety of wild flowers on her bosom. With her sassafras and her
sweet-brier she is in her best mood, as a woman in a fresh and becoming
costume is apt to be, and almost any one might mistake her laugh for
the music of falling water, and the agreeable rustle of her garments
for the wind blowing through the pine forests.
As Edward Lynde rode out of Rivermouth one morning, an hour or two
before anybody worth mention was moving, he was very well contented
with this world, though he had his grievances, too, if he had chosen to
think of them.
Masses of dark cloud still crowded the zenith, but along the eastern
horizon, against the increasing blue, lay a city of golden spires and
mosques and minarets--an Oriental city, indeed, such as is inhabited by
poets and dreamers and other speculative persons fond of investing
their small capital in such unreal estate. Young Lynde, in spite of his
prosaic profession of bookkeeper, had an opulent though as yet unworked
vein of romance running through his composition, and he said to himself
as he gave a slight twitch to the reins, "I'll put up there to-night at
the sign of the Golden Fleece, or may be I'll quarter myself on one of
those rich old merchants who used to do business with the bank in the
colonial days." Before he had finished speaking the city was destroyed
by a general conflagration; the round red sun rose slowly above the
pearl-gray ruins, and it was morning.
In his three years' residence at Rivermouth, Edward Lynde had never
chanced to see the town at so early an hour. The cobble-paved street
through which he was riding was a commercial street; but now the shops
had their wooden eyelids shut tight, and were snoozing away as
comfortably and innocently as if they were not at all alive to a sharp
stroke of business in their wakeful hours. There was a charm to Lynde
in this novel phase of a thoroughfare so familiar to him, and then the
morning was perfect. The street ran parallel with the river, the
glittering harebell-blue of which could be seen across a vacant lot
here and there, or now and then at the end of a narrow lane running up
from the wharves. The atmosphere had that indescribable sparkle and
bloom which last only an hour or so after daybreak, and was charged
with fine sea-flavors and the delicate breath of dewy meadow-land.
Everything appeared to exhale a fragrance; even the weather-beaten sign
of "J. Tibbets & Son, West India Goods & Groceries," it seemed to
Lynde, emitted an elusive spicy odor.
Edward Lynde soon passed beyond the limits of the town, and was
ascending a steep hill, on the crest of which he proposed to take a
farewell survey of the picturesque port throwing off its gauzy
counterpane of sea-fog. The wind blew blithely on this hilltop; it
filled his lungs and exhilarated him like champagne; he set spur to the
gaunt, bony mare, and, with a flourish of his hand to the peaked roof
of the Nautilus Bank, dashed off at a speed of not less than four miles
an hour--for it was anything but an Arabian courser which Lynde had
hired of honest Deacon Twombly. She was not a handsome animal
either--yellow in tint and of the texture of an ancestral hair-trunk,
with a plebeian head, and mysterious developments of muscle on the hind
legs. She was not a horse for fancy riding; but she had her good
points--she had a great many points of one kind and another--among
which was her perfect adaptability to rough country roads and the sort
of work now required of her.
"Mary ain't what you'd call a racer," Deacon Twombly had remarked while
the negotiations were pending; "I don't say she is, but she's easy on
the back."
This statement was speedily verified. At the end of two miles Mary
stopped short and began backing, deliberately and systematically, as if
to slow music in a circus. Recovering from the surprise of the halt,
which had taken him wholly unawares, Lynde gathered the slackened reins
firmly in his hand and pressed his spurs to the mare's flanks, with no
other effect than slightly to accelerate the backward movement.
Perhaps nothing gives you so acute a sense of helplessness as to have a
horse back with you, under the saddle or between shafts. The reins lie
limp in your hands, as if detached from the animal; it is impossible to
check him or force him forward; to turn him around is to confess
yourself conquered; to descend and take him by the head is an act of
pusillanimity. Of course there is only one thing to be done; but if you
know what that is you possess a singular advantage over your
fellow-creatures.
Finding spur and whip of no avail, Lynde tried the effect of moral
suasion: he stroked Mary on the neck, and addressed her in terms that
would have melted the heart of almost any other Mary; but she continued
to back, slowly and with a certain grace that could have come only of
confirmed habit. Now Lynde had no desire to return to Rivermouth, above
all to back into it in that mortifying fashion and make himself a
spectacle for the townsfolk; but if this thing went on forty or fifty
minutes longer, that would be the result.
"If I cannot stop her," he reflected, "I'll desert the brute just
before we get to the toll-gate. I can't think what possessed Twombly to
let me have such a ridiculous animal!"
Mary showed no sign that she was conscious of anything unconventional
or unlooked for in her conduct.
"Mary, my dear," said Lynde at last, with dangerous calmness, "you
would be all right, or, at least, your proceeding would not be quite so
flagrant a breach of promise, if you were only aimed in the opposite
direction."
With this he gave a vigorous jerk at the left-hand rein, which caused
the mare to wheel about and face Rivermouth. She hesitated an instant,
and then resumed backing.
"Now, Mary," said the young man dryly, "I will let you have your head,
so to speak, as long as you go the way I want you to."
This manoeuvre on the side of Lynde proved that he possessed qualities
which, if skilfully developed, would have assured him success in the
higher regions of domestic diplomacy. The ability to secure your own
way and impress others with the idea that they are having THEIR own way
is rare among men; among women it is as common as eyebrows.
"I wonder how long she will keep this up," mused Lynde, fixing his eye
speculatively on Mary's pull-back ears. "If it is to be a permanent
arrangement I shall have to reverse the saddle. Certainly, the creature
is a lusus naturae--her head is on the wrong end! Easy on the back," he
added, with a hollow laugh, recalling Deacon Twombly's recommendation.
"I should say she was! I never saw an easier."
Presently Mary ceased her retrograde movement, righted herself of her
own accord, and trotted off with as much submissiveness as could be
demanded of her. Lynde subsequently learned that this propensity to
back was an unaccountable whim which seized Mary at odd intervals and
lasted from five to fifteen minutes. The peculiarity once understood
not only ceased to be an annoyance to him, but became an agreeable
break in the ride. Whenever her mood approached, he turned the mare
round and let her back to her soul's content. He also ascertained that
the maximum of Mary's speed was five miles an hour.
"I didn't want a fast horse, anyway," said Lynde philosophically. "As I
am not going anywhere in particular, I need be in no hurry to get
there."
The most delightful feature of Lynde's plan was that it was not a plan.
He had simply ridden off into the rosy June weather, with no settled
destination, no care for to-morrow, and as independent as a bird of the
tourist's ordinary requirements. At the crupper of his saddle--an old
cavalry saddle that had seen service in long-forgotten
training-days--was attached a cylindrical valise of cowhide, containing
a change of linen, a few toilet articles, a vulcanized cloth cape for
rainy days, and the first volume of The Earthly Paradise. The two
warlike holsters in front (in which Colonel Eliphalet Bangs used to
carry a brace of flintlock pistols now reposing in the Historical
Museum at Rivermouth) became the receptacle respectively of a slender
flask of brandy and a Bologna sausage; for young Lynde had determined
to sell his life dearly if by any chance of travel he came to close
quarters with famine.
A broad-brimmed Panama hat, a suit of navy-blue flannel, and a pair of
riding-boots completed his equipment. A field-glass in a leather case
was swung by a strap over his shoulder, and in the breast pocket of his
blouse he carried a small compass to guide him on his journey due north.
The young man's costume went very well with his frank, refined face,
and twenty-three years. A dead-gold mustache, pointed at the ends and
sweeping at a level right and left, like a swallow's wings, gave him
something of a military air; there was a martial directness, too, in
the glance of his clear gray eyes, undimmed as yet with looking too
long on the world. There could not have been a better figure for the
saddle than Lynde's--slightly above the average height, straight as a
poplar, and neither too spare nor too heavy. Now and then, as he passed
a farm-house, a young girl hanging out clothes in the front yard--for
it was on a Monday--would pause with a shapeless snowdrift in her hand
to gaze curiously at the apparition of a gallant young horseman riding
by. It often happened that when he had passed, she would slyly steal to
the red gate in the lichen-covered stone wall, and follow him with her
palm-shaded eyes down the lonely road; and it as frequently happened
that he would glance back over his shoulder at the nut-brown maid,
whose closely clinging, scant drapery gave her a sculpturesque grace to
which her unconsciousness of it was a charm the more.
These flashes of subtile recognition between youth and youth--these
sudden mute greetings and farewells--reached almost the dimension of
incidents in that first day's eventless ride. Once Lynde halted at the
porch of a hip-roofed, unpainted house with green paper shades at the
windows, and asked for a cup of milk, which was brought him by the
nut-brown maid, who never took her flattering innocent eyes off the
young man's face while he drank--sipping him as he sipped the milk; and
young Lynde rode away feeling as if something had really happened.
More than once that morning he drew up by the roadside to listen to
some lyrical robin on an apple-bough, or to make friends with the
black-belted Durham cows and the cream- Alderneys, who came
solemnly to the pasture wall and stared at him with big, good-natured
faces. A row of them, with their lazy eyes and pink tongues and moist
india-rubber noses, was as good as a play.
At noon that day our adventureless adventurer had reached Bayley's
Four-Corners, where he found provender for himself and Mary at what had
formerly been a tavern, in the naive stage-coach epoch. It was the sole
house in the neighborhood, and was occupied by the ex-landlord, one
Tobias Sewell, who had turned farmer. On finishing his cigar after
dinner, Lynde put the saddle on Mary, and started forward again. It is
hardly correct to say forward, for Mary took it into her head to back
out of Bayley's Four-Corners, a feat which she performed to the
unspeakable amusement of Mr. Sewell and a quaint old gentleman, named
Jaffrey, who boarded in the house.
"I guess that must be a suck-cuss hoss," remarked Mr. Sewell, resting
his loosely jointed figure against the rail fence as he watched his
departing guest.
Mary backed to the ridge of the hill up which the turnpike stretched
from the ancient tavern, then recovered herself and went on.
"I never saw such an out-and-out wilful old girl as you are, Mary!"
ejaculated Lynde, scarlet with mortification. "I begin to admire you."
Perhaps the covert reproach touched some finer chord of Mary's nature,
or perhaps Mary had done her day's allowance of backing; whatever the
case was, she indulged no further caprice that afternoon beyond shying
vigorously at a heavily loaded tin-pedler's wagon, a proceeding which
may be palliated by the statement of the fact that many of Mary's
earlier years were passed in connection with a similar establishment.
The afterglow of sunset had faded out behind the serrated line of
hills, and black shadows were assembling, like conspirators, in the
orchards and under the spreading elms by the roadside, when Edward
Lynde came in sight of a large manufacturing town, which presented a
sufficiently bizarre appearance at that hour.
Grouped together in a valley were five or six high, irregular
buildings, illuminated from basement to roof, each with a monstrous
chimney from which issued a fan of party- flame. On one long low
structure, with a double row of windows gleaming like the port-holes of
a man-of-war at night, was a squat round tower that now and then threw
open a vast valve at the top, and belched forth a volume of amber
smoke, which curled upward to a dizzy height and spread itself out
against the sky. Lying in the weird light of these chimneys, with here
and there a gable or a spire suddenly outlined in vivid purple, the
huddled town beneath seemed like an outpost of the infernal regions.
Lynde, however, resolved to spend the night there instead of riding on
farther and trusting for shelter to some farm-house or barn. Ten or
twelve hours in the saddle had given him a keen appetite for rest.
Presently the roar of flues and furnaces, and the resonant din of
mighty hammers beating against plates of iron, fell upon his ear; a few
minutes later he rode into the town, not knowing and not caring in the
least what town it was.
All this had quite the flavor of foreign travel to Lynde, who began
pondering on which hotel he should bestow his patronage--a question
that sometimes perplexes the tourist on arriving at a strange city. In
Lynde's case the matter was considerably simplified by the circumstance
that there was but a single aristocratic hotel in the place. He
extracted this information from a small boy, begrimed with iron-dust,
and looking as if he had just been cast at a neighboring foundry, who
kindly acted as cicerone, and conducted the tired wayfarer to the
doorstep of The Spread Eagle, under one of whose wings--to be at once
figurative and literal--he was glad to nestle for the night.
II
IN WHICH THERE IS A FAMILY JAR
While Lynde is enjoying the refreshing sleep that easily overtook him
after supper, we will reveal to the reader so much of the young man's
private history as may be necessary to the narrative. In order to do
this, the author, like Deacon Twombly's mare, feels it indispensable to
back a little.
One morning, about three years previous to the day when Edward Lynde
set forth on his aimless pilgrimage, Mr. Jenness Bowlsby, the president
of the Nautilus Bank at Rivermouth, received the following letter from
his wife's nephew, Mr. John Flemming, a young merchant in New York--
NEW YORK, May 28,1869.
MY DEAR UNCLE: In the course of a few days a friend of mine, Mr. Edward
Lynde of this city, will call upon you and hand you a note of
introduction from myself. I write this to secure for him in advance the
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[Illustration: THE NEW HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT: DESIGNED BY BARRY, OPENED
1852.]
THE
HISTORY OF LONDON
BY
WALTER BESANT
AUTHOR OF 'LONDON' 'CHILDREN OF GIBEON' ETC.
_SECOND EDITION_
LONDON
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
1894
_All rights reserved_
CONTENTS.
LESSON PAGE
1. The Foundation of London (I) 7
2. The Foundation of London (II) 10
3. Roman London (I) 13
4. " " (II) 16
5. After the Romans (I) 19
6. " " " (II) 23
7. " " " (III) 26
8. The First Saxon Settlement 29
9. The Second Saxon Settlement 32
10. The Anglo-Saxon Citizen 34
11. The Wall of London 38
12. Norman London 42
13. FitzStephen's Account of the City (I) 45
14. FitzStephen's Account of the City (II) 50
15. London Bridge (I) 54
16. " " (II) 57
17. The Tower of London (I) 60
18. " " " (II) 63
19. The Pilgrims 67
20. St. Bartholomew's Hospital 70
21. The Terror of Leprosy 74
22. The Terror of Famine 78
23. St. Paul's Cathedral (I) 82
24. " " " (II) 86
25. Paul's Churchyard 91
26. The Religious Houses 95
27. Monks, Friars, and Nuns 100
28. The London Churches 103
29. The Streets 106
30. Whittington (I) 110
31. " (II) 115
32. " (III) 118
33. Gifts and Bequests 121
34. The Palaces and Great Houses 124
35. Amusements 127
36. Westminster Abbey 131
37. The Court at Westminster 134
38. Justice and Punishments 137
39. The Political Power of London 140
40. Elizabethan London (I) 144
41. " " (II) 147
42. " " (III) 151
43. Trade (I) 155
44. " (II) 158
45. " (III) 164
46. Plays and Pageants (I) 168
47. " " " (II) 170
48. " " " (III) 173
49. " " " (IV) 177
50. The Terror of the Plague (I) 180
51. The Terror of the Plague (II) 183
52. The Terror of Fire (I) 187
53. " " " (II) 192
54. Rogues and Vagabonds 197
55. Under George the Second (I) 201
56. Under George the Second (II) 206
57. Under George the Second (III) 210
58. Under George the Second (IV) 214
59. Under George the Second (V) 218
60. The Government of the City (I) 222
61. The Government of the City (II) 226
62. The Government of the City (III) 228
63. London 230
Notes 235
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
1. The New Houses of Parliament: designed by Barry, opened 1852 _Frontispiece_
2. Early British Pottery 9
3. Roman London 15
4. Remains of a Viking Ship, from a Cairn at Gokstad 22
5. Martyrdom of St. Edmund by the Danes 31
6. Saxon Horsemen 33
7. Saxon Church at Bradford-on-Avon, Wilts 36
8. City Gates 39
9. Remains of the Wall 40
10. Part of the Roman Wall at Leicester 41
11. Tower in the Earlier Style. Church at Earl's Barton 44
12. A Norman Ship 46
13. Building a Church in the later Style 47
14. Lay Costumes in the Twelfth Century 50
15. Costume of Shepherds in the Twelfth Century 51
16. Ecclesiastical Costume in the Twelfth Century 52
17. Royal Arms of England from Richard I. to Edward III. 54
18. Old London Bridge 57
19. The Tower of London 61, 64
20. A Bed in the Reign of Henry III. 67
21. Interior of the Hall at Penshurst, Kent 71
22. The Upper Chamber or Solar at Sutton Courtenay Manor-house 73
23. The Lepers Begging 77
24. London before the Spire of St. Paul's was burned; showing
the Bridge, Tower, Shipping, &c. 83
25. Old St. Paul's, from the East 85
26. Old St. Paul's on Fire 87
27. West Front of St. Paul's Cathedral
Church. (Built by Sir Christopher Wren) 89
28. Paul's Cross 92
29. Bermondsey Abbey 96
30. Ruins of Gateway of Bermondsey Abbey 97
31. Christ's Hospital 99
32. Chepe in the Fifteenth Century 108
33. Large Ship and Boat of the Fifteenth Century 111
34. A Sea-Fight 113
35. Durham, Salisbury, and Worcester Houses 125
36. Bear-baiting 128
37. Shooting at the Butts with the Long-bow 129
38. Tomb of Edward III. in Westminster Abbey 132
39. The Embarkation of Henry VIII. from Dover, 1520 141
40. Coaches in the Reign of Elizabeth 148
41. The City from Southwark 150
42. South-east Part of London in the Fifteenth Century,
showing the Tower and Wall 153
43. King Edward VI. 159
44. Sir Thomas Gresham 161
45. First Royal Exchange 162
46. Shipping in the Thames, _circa_ 1660 166
47. Sir Francis Drake, in his Forty-third Year 167
48. The Globe Theatre 179
49. Civil Costume about 1620 181
50. Costume of a Lawyer 181
Ordinary Civil Costume; _temp._ Charles I.:
51. A Countryman 185
52. A Countrywoman 185
53. A Citizen 187
54. A Citizen's Wife 187
55. A Gentleman 189
56. A Gentlewoman 189
57. Lud-gate on Fire 190
58. Paul Pindar's House 191
59. London, as Rebuilt after the Fire 193
60. Coach of the latter half of the Seventeenth Century 195
61. Waggon of the second half of the Seventeenth Century 195
62. Ordinary Dress of Gentlemen in 1675 197
63. Dress of Ladies of Quality 199
64. Ordinary Attire of Women of the Lower Classes 199
65. Group showing Costumes and Sedan Chair, about 1720 202
66. Temple Bar, London 203
67. Fleet Street and Temple Bar 205
68. A Coach of the Middle of the Seventeenth Century 207
69. View of School connected with Bunyan's Meeting House 209
70. Grenadier in the time of the Peninsular War 211
71. Uniform of Sailors, about 1790 213
72. Costumes of Gentlefolk, about 1784 215
73. Vessels unloading at the Customs House, at the beginning
of the Eighteenth Century 217
74. The Old Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey, 1803 221
LONDON
1. THE FOUNDATION OF LONDON.
PART I.
'In the year 1108 B.C., Brutus, a descendant of AEneas, who was the son
of Venus, came to England with his companions, after the taking of Troy,
and founded the City of Troynovant, which is now called London. After a
thousand years, during which the City grew and flourished exceedingly,
one Lud became its king. He built walls and towers, and, among other
things, the famous gate whose name still survives in the street called
Ludgate. King Lud was succeeded by his brother Cassivelaunus, in whose
time happened the invasion of the Romans under Julius Caesar. Troynovant,
or London, then became a Roman city. It was newly fortified by Helena,
mother of Constantine the Great.'
This is the legend invented or copied by Geoffrey of Monmouth, and
continued to be copied, and perhaps believed, almost to the present day.
Having paid this tribute to old tradition, let us relate the true early
history of the City, as it can be recovered from such documents as
remain, from discoveries made in excavation, from fragments of
architecture, and from the lie of the ground. The testimony derived
from the lie of the ground is more important than any other, for several
reasons. First, an historical document may be false, or inexact; for
instance, the invention of a Brutus, son of AEneas, is false and absurd
on the face of it. Or a document may be wrongly interpreted. Thus, a
fragment of architecture may through ignorance be ascribed to the Roman,
when it belongs to the Norman, period--one needs to be a profound
student of architecture before an opinion of value can be pronounced
upon the age of any monument: or it may be taken to mean something quite
apart from the truth, as if a bastion of the old Roman fort, such as has
been discovered on Cornhill, should be taken for part of the Roman wall.
But the lie of the ground cannot deceive, and, in competent hands,
cannot well be misunderstood. If we know the course of streams, the
height and position of hills, the run of valleys, the site of marshes,
the former extent of forests, the safety of harbours, the existence of
fords, we have in our hands a guide-book to history. We can then
understand why towns were built in certain positions, why trade sprang
up, why invading armies landed at certain places, what course was taken
by armies, and why battles have been fought on certain spots. For these
things are not the result of chance, they are necessitated by the
geographical position of the place, and by the lie of the ground. Why,
for instance, is Dover one of the oldest towns in the country? Because
it is the nearest landing ground for the continent, and because its hill
forms a natural fortress for protecting that landing ground. Why was
there a Roman station at Portsmouth? On account of the great and
landlocked harbour. Why is Durham an ancient city? Because the steep
hill made it almost impregnable. Why is Chester so called? Because it
was from very ancient times a fort, or stationary camp (L. _castra_),
against the wild Welsh.
[Illustration: EARLY BRITISH POTTERY.]
Let us consider this question as regards London. Look at the map called
'Roman London' (p. 15). You will there see flowing into the river Thames
two little streams, one called Walbrook, and the other called the Fleet
River. You will see a steep <DW72>, or cliff, indicated along the river
side. Anciently, before any buildings stood along the bank, this cliff,
about 30 feet high, rose over an immense marsh which covered all the
ground on the south, the east, and the west. The cliff receded from the
river on the east and on the west at this point: on either side of the
Walbrook it rose out of the marsh at the very edge of the river at high
tide. There was thus a double hill, one on the east with the Walbrook on
one side of it, the Thames on a second side, and a marsh on a third
side, and the Fleet River on the west. It was thus bounded on east,
south, and west, by streams. On the north was a wild moor (hence the
name Moorfields) and beyond the moor stretched away northwards a vast
forest, afterwards called the Middlesex forest. This forest covered,
indeed, the greater part of the island, save where marshes and stagnant
lakes lay extended, the haunt of countless wild birds. You may see
portions and fragments of this forest even now; some of it lies in Ken
Wood, Hampstead; some in the last bit left of Hainault Forest; some at
Epping.
The river Thames ran through this marsh. It was then much broader than
at present, because there were no banks or quays to keep it within
limits: at high tide it overflowed the whole of the marsh and lay in an
immense lake, bounded on the north by this low cliff of clay, and on the
south by the rising ground of what we now call the Surrey Hills, which
begin between Kennington and Clapham, as is shown by the name of Clapham
Rise. In this marsh were a few low islets, always above water save at
very high tides. The memory of these islands is preserved in the names
ending with _ea_ or _ey_, as Chelsea, Battersea, Bermondsey. And
Westminster Abbey was built upon the Isle of Thorns or Thorney. The
marsh, south of the river, remained a marsh, undrained and neglected for
many centuries. Almost within the memory of living men Southwark
contained stagnant ponds, while Bermondsey is still flooded when the
tide is higher than is customary.
2. THE FOUNDATION OF LONDON.
PART II.
On these low hillocks marked on the map London was first founded. The
site had many advantages: it was raised above the malarious marsh, it
overlooked the river, which here was at its narrowest, it was protected
by two other streams and by the steepness of the cliff, and it was over
the little port formed by the fall of one stream into the river. Here,
on the western hill, the Britons formed their first settlement; there
were as yet no ships on the silent river where they fished; there was no
ferry, no bridge, no communication with the outer world; the woods
provided the first Londoners with game and skins; the river gave them
fish; they lived in round huts formed of clay and branches with thatched
roofs. If you desire to understand how the Britons fortified themselves,
you may see an excellent example not very far from London. It is the
place called St. George's Hill, near Weybridge. They wanted a hill--the
steeper the side the better: they made it steeper by entrenching it;
they sometimes surrounded it with a high earthwork and sometimes with a
stockade: the great thing being to put the assailing force under the
disadvantage of having to climb. The three river sides of the London
fort presented a perpendicular cliff surmounted by a stockade, the other
side, on which lay the forest, probably had an earthwork also surmounted
by a stockade. There were no buildings and there was no trade; the
people belonged to a tribe and had to go out and fight when war was
carried on with another tribe.
The fort was called Llyn-din--the Lake Fort. When the Romans came they
could not pronounce the word Llyn--Thlin in the British way--and called
it Lon--hence their word Londinium. Presently adventurous merchants from
Gaul pushed across to Dover, and sailed along the coast of Kent past
Sandwich and through the open channel which then separated the island of
Thanet from the main land, into the broad Thames, and, sailing up with
the tide, dropped anchor off the fishing villages which lay along the
river and began to trade. What did they offer? What Captain Cook offered
the Polynesians: weapons, clothes, adornments. What did they take away?
Skins and slaves at first; skins and slaves, and tin and iron, after the
country became better known and its resources were understood. The taste
for trading once acquired rapidly grows; it is a delightful thing to
exchange what you do not want for what you do want, and it is so very
easy to extend one's wants. So that when the Romans first saw London it
was already a flourishing town with a great concourse of merchants.
How long a period elapsed between the foundation of London and the
arrival of the Romans? How long between the foundation and the
beginnings of trade? It is quite impossible even to guess. When Caesar
landed Gauls and Belgians were already here before him. As for the
Britons themselves they were Celts, as were the Gauls and the Belgians,
but of what is called the Brythonic branch, represented in speech by the
Welsh, Breton and Cornish languages (the last is now extinct). There
were also lingering among them the surviving families of an earlier and
a conquered race, perhaps Basques or Finns. When the country was
conquered by the Celts we do not know. Nor is there any record at all of
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[Illustration: _SKETCH OF THE COUNTRIES_
_Situated between SHIRAZ and CONSTANTINOPLE; Shewing the ROUTE of
HIS_ MAJESTY’S _MISSION under Sir_ Harford Jones _Bar^t. in_ 1809,
_from_ Bushire _to_ Teheran; _and of_ M^r. Morier _from thence to_
Constantinople.
_As also the_ Route _of_ Col. Malcolm, _in_ 1801.
_By_ J. Rennell.
_Published 20 May 1811 by Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown,
Paternoster Row._]
A
JOURNEY
THROUGH
PERSIA,
ARMENIA, AND ASIA MINOR,
TO
CONSTANTINOPLE,
IN THE YEARS 1808 AND 1809;
IN WHICH IS INCLUDED,
SOME ACCOUNT OF THE PROCEEDINGS OF HIS MAJESTY’S
MISSION, UNDER SIR HARFORD JONES, BART. K. C.
_TO THE COURT OF THE KING OF PERSIA_.
BY JAMES MORIER, ESQ.
HIS MAJESTY’S SECRETARY OF EMBASSY TO THE COURT OF PERSIA.
WITH TWENTY-FIVE ENGRAVINGS FROM THE DESIGNS OF THE AUTHOR;
A PLATE OF INSCRIPTIONS; AND THREE MAPS;
_ONE FROM THE OBSERVATIONS OF CAPTAIN JAMES SUTHERLAND: AND
TWO DRAWN BY MR. MORIER, AND MAJOR RENNELL_.
_LONDON_:
PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN, PATERNOSTER-ROW.
1812.
PREFACE.
Finding, on my arrival in England, that curiosity was quite alive
to every thing connected with Persia, I was induced to publish the
Memoranda which I had already made on that country; more immediately as
I found that I had been fortunate enough to ascertain some facts, which
had escaped the research of other travellers. In this, I allude more
particularly to the sculptures and ruins of _Shapour_; for although
my account of them is on a very reduced scale, yet I hope that I have
said enough to direct the attention of abler persons than myself to the
investigation of a new and curious subject.
Imperfect as my journal may be, it will, I hope, be found sufficiently
comprehensive to serve as a link in the chain of information on Persia,
until something more satisfactory shall be produced; and it claims no
other merit than that of having been written on the very spots, and
under the immediate circumstances, which I have attempted to describe.
Having confined myself, with very few exceptions, to the relation of
what I saw and heard, it will be found unadulterated by partiality to
any particular system, and unbiassed by the writings and dissertations
of other men. Written in the midst of a thousand cares, it claims every
species of indulgence.
The time of my absence from England comprehends a space of little more
than two years.--On the 27th of Oct. 1807, I sailed from Portsmouth
with Sir HARFORD JONES, Bart. K. C. His Majesty’s Envoy Extraordinary
and Minister Plenipotentiary to the Court of Persia, in H. M. S.
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THE HISTORY
OF
DAVID GRIEVE
BY
MRS. HUMPHRY WARD
AUTHOR OF 'ROBERT ELSMERE,' ETC.
TO THE DEAR MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
CONTENTS
BOOK I CHILDHOOD
BOOK II YOUTH
BOOK III STORM AND STRESS
BOOK IV MATURITY
BOOK I CHILDHOOD
CHAPTER I
'Tak your hat, Louie! Yo're allus leavin summat behind yer.'
'David, yo go for 't,' said the child addressed to a boy by her
side, nodding her head insolently towards the speaker, a tall and
bony woman, who stood on the steps the children had just descended,
holding out a battered hat.
'Yo're a careless thing, Louie,' said the boy, but he went back and
took the hat.
'Mak her tie it,' said the woman, showing an antiquated pair of
strings. 'If she loses it she needna coom cryin for anudder. She'd
lose her yead if it wor loose.'
Then she turned and went back into the house. It was a smallish
house of grey stone, three windows above, two and a door below.
Dashes of white on the stone gave, as it were, eyebrows to the
windows, and over the door there was a meagre trellised porch, up
which grew some now leafless roses and honeysuckles. To the left of
the door a scanty bit of garden was squeezed in between the hill,
against which the house was set edgeways, and the rest of the flat
space, occupied by the uneven farmyard, the cart-shed and stable,
the cow-houses and duck-pond. This garden contained two shabby
apple trees, as yet hardly touched by the spring; some currant and
gooseberry bushes, already fairly green; and a clump or two of
scattered daffodils and wallflowers. The hedge round it was broken
through in various places, and it had a casual neglected air.
The children went their way through the yard. In front of them a
flock of some forty sheep and lambs pushed along, guarded by two
black short-haired collies. The boy, brandishing a long stick,
opened a gate deplorably in want of mending, and the sheep crowded
through, keenly looked after by the dogs, who waited meanwhile on
their flanks with heads up, ears cocked, and that air of
self-restrained energy which often makes a sheep-dog more human
than his master. The field beyond led to a little larch plantation,
where a few primroses showed among the tufts of long, rich grass,
and the drifts of last year's leaves. Here the flock scattered a
little, but David and the dogs were after them in a twinkling, and
the plantation gate was soon closed on the last bleating mother.
Then there was nothing more for the boy to do than to go up to the
top of the green rising ground on which the farm stood and see if
the gate leading to the moor was safely shut. For the sheep he had
been driving were not meant for the open moorland. Their feeding
grounds lay in the stone-walled fields round the homestead, and had
they strayed on to the mountain beyond, which was reserved for a
hardier Scotch breed, David would have been answerable. So he
strode, whistling, up the hill to have a look at that top gate,
while Louie sauntered down to the stream which ran round the lower
pastures to wait for him.
The top gate was fast, but David climbed the wall and stood there a
while, hands in his pockets, legs apart, whistling and looking.
'They can't see t' Downfall from Stockport to-day,' he was saying
to himself; 'it's coomin ower like mad.'
Some distance away in front of him, beyond the undulating heather
ground at his feet, rose a magnificent curving front of moor, the
steep sides of it crowned with black edges and cliffs of grit, the
outline of the south-western end sweeping finely up on the right to
a purple peak, the king of all the moorland round. No such colour
as clothed that bronzed and reddish wall of rock, heather, and
bilberry is known to Westmoreland, hardly to Scotland; it seems to
be the peculiar property of that lonely and inaccessible district
which marks the mountainous centre of mid-England--the district of
Kinder Scout and the High Peak. Before the boy's ranging eye spread
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THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A. F.R.S.
CLERK OF THE ACTS AND SECRETARY TO THE ADMIRALTY
TRANSCRIBED FROM THE SHORTHAND MANUSCRIPT IN THE PEPYSIAN LIBRARY
MAGDALENE COLLEGE CAMBRIDGE BY THE REV. MYNORS BRIGHT M.A. LATE FELLOW
AND PRESIDENT OF THE COLLEGE
(Unabridged)
WITH LORD BRAYBROOKE'S NOTES
EDITED WITH ADDITIONS BY
HENRY B. WHEATLEY F.S.A.
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS.
1665 N.S.
JANUARY
1664-1665
January 1st (Lord's day). Lay long in bed, having been busy late last
night, then up and to my office, where upon ordering my accounts and
papers with respect to my understanding my last year's gains and expense,
which I find very great, as I have already set down yesterday. Now this
day I am dividing my expense, to see what my clothes and every particular
hath stood me in: I mean all the branches of my expense. At noon a good
venison pasty and a turkey to ourselves without any body so much as
invited by us, a thing unusuall for so small a family of my condition: but
we did it and were very merry. After dinner to my office again, where
very late alone upon my accounts, but have not brought them to order yet,
and very intricate I find it, notwithstanding my care all the year to keep
things in as good method as any man can do. Past 11 o'clock home to
supper and to bed.
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Affectionately to my Father,
The Reverend GRIGG THOMPSON.
HOOSIER MOSAICS.
By MAURICE THOMPSON.
NEW YORK:
E. J. HALE & SON, PUBLISHERS,
MURRAY STREET.
1875.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by
E. J. HALE & SON,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
CONTENTS.
PAGE.
_WAS SHE A BOY?_ _7_
TROUT'S LUCK, 29
_BIG MEDICINE_, _50_
_THE VENUS OF BALHINCH_, _76_
THE LEGEND OF POTATO CREEK, 92
_STEALING A CONDUCTOR_, _114_
HOIDEN, 127
THE PEDAGOGUE, 162
AN IDYL OF THE ROD, 188
WAS SHE A BOY?
No matter what business or what pleasure took me, I once, not long ago,
went to Colfax. Whisper it not to each other that I was seeking a
foreign appointment through the influence of my fellow Hoosier, the late
Vice-President of the United States. O no, I didn't go to the Hon.
Schuyler Colfax at all; but I went to Colfax, simply, which is a little
dingy town, in Clinton County, that was formerly called Midway, because
it is half way between Lafayette and Indianapolis. It was and is a place
of some three hundred inhabitants, eking out an aguish subsistence,
maintaining a swampy, malarious aspect, keeping up a bilious, nay, an
atra-bilious color, the year round, by sucking like an attenuated leech
at the junction, or, rather, the crossing of the I. C. & L., and the L.
C. & S. W. railroads. It lay mouldering, like something lost and
forgotten, slowly rotting in the swamp.
I do not mean to attack the inhabitants of Colfax, for they were good
people, and deserved a better fate than the eternal rattling the ague
took them through from year's end to year's end. Why, they had had the
ague so long that they had no respect for it at all. I've seen a woman
in Colfax shaking with a chill, spanking a baby that had a chill, and
scolding a husband who had a chill, all at once--and I had a dreadful
ague on me at the same time! But, as I have said, they were good people,
and I suppose they are still. They go quietly about the usual business
of dead towns. They have "stores" in which they offer for sale calico,
of the big-figured, orange and red sort, surprisingly cheap. They smoke
those little Cuba sixes at a half cent apiece, and call them cigars;
they hang round the depot, and trade jack-knives and lottery watches on
the afternoons of lazy Sundays; they make harmless sport of the incoming
and outgoing country folk; and, in a word, keep pretty busy at one thing
or another, and above all--they shake.
In Colfax the chief sources of exciting amusement are dog fights and an
occasional row at Sheehan's saloon, a doggery of the regular
old-fashioned, drink, gamble, rob and fight sort--a low place, known to
all the hard bats in the State.
As you pass through the town you will not fail to notice a big sign,
outhanging from the front of the largest building on the principal
street, which reads: "Union Hotel, 1865." From the muddy suburbs of the
place, in every direction, stretch black muck swamps, for the most part
heavily timbered with a variety of oaks, interspersed with sycamores,
ash, and elms. In the damp, shady labyrinths of these boggy woods
millions of lively, wide awake, tuneful mosquitoes are daily
manufactured; and out from decaying logs and piles of fermenting leaves,
from the green pools and sluggish ditch streams, creeps a noxious gas,
known in that region as the "double refined, high pressure, forty hoss
power quintessential of the ager!" So, at least, I was told by the
landlord of the Union Hotel, and his skin had the color of one who knew.
Notwithstanding what I have said, Colfax, in summer, is not wholly
without attractions of a certain kind. It has some yellow dogs and some
brindle ones; it has some cattle and some swine; it has some swallows
and some spotted pigeons; it has cool, fresh smelling winds, and, after
the water has sufficiently dried out, the woods are really glorious
with wild roses, violets, turkey-pea blossoms, and wild pinks. But to
my story.
I was sitting on the long veranda of the Union Hotel, when a rough but
kindly voice said to me:
"Mornin', stranger; gi' me a light, will ye?"
I looked up from the miserable dime novel at which I had been tugging
for the last hour, and saw before me a corpulent man of, perhaps,
forty-five years of age, who stood quite ready to thrust the charred end
of a cigar stump into the bowl of my meerschaum. I gave him a match, and
would fain have returned to Angelina St. Fortescue, the heroine of the
novel, whom I had left standing on the extreme giddy verge of a sheer
Alpine precipice, known, by actual triangulation, to be just seven
thousand feet high, swearing she would leap off if Donald Gougerizeout,
the robber, persisted further in his rough addresses; but my new friend,
the corpulent smoker, seemed bent on a little bit of conversation.
"Thankee, sir. Fine mornin', sir, a'n't it?"
"Beautiful," I replied, raising my head, elevating my arms, and, by a
kind of yawn, taking in a deep draught of the fresh spring weather,
absorbing it, assimilating it, till, like a wave of retarded
electricity, it set my nerves in tune for enjoying the bird songs, and
filled my blood with the ecstasy of vigorous health and youth. I, no
doubt, just then felt the burden of life much less than did the big
yellow dog at my feet, who snapped lazily at the flies.
"Yes, yes, this 'ere's a fine mornin'--julicious, sir, julicious,
indeed; but le' me tell ye, sir, this 'ere wind's mighty deceitful--for
a fact it is, sir, jist as full of ager as a acorn is of meat. It's
blowin' right off'n ponds, and is loaded chock down with the miasm--for
a fact it is, sir."
While delivering this speech, the fat man sat down on the bench beside
me there in the veranda. By this time I had my thumbs in the arm holes
of my vest, and my chest expanded to its utmost--my lungs going like a
steam bellows, which is a way I have in fine weather.
"Monstrous set o' respiratory organs, them o' your'n," he said, eyeing
my manoeuvres. Just then I discovered that he was a physician of the
steam doctor sort, for, glancing down at my feet, I espied his well worn
leather medicine bags. I immediately grew polite. Possibly I might ere
long need some quinine, or mandrake, or a hot steam bath--anything for
the ague!
"Yes, I've got lungs like a porpoise," I replied, "but still the ague
may get me. Much sickness about here, Doctor----a----a----what do they
call your name?"
"Benjamin Hurd--Doctor Hurd, they call me. I'm the only thorer bred
botanic that's in these parts. I do poorty much all the practice about
here. Yes, there's considerable of ager and phthisic and bilious fever.
Keeps me busy most of my time. These nasty swamps, you know."
After a time our conversation flagged, and the doctor having lit a fresh
cigar, we smoked in silence. The wind was driving the dust along the
street in heavy waves, and I sat watching a couple of lean, spotted
calves making their way against the tide. They held their heads low and
shut their eyes, now and then bawling vigorously. Some one up stairs was
playing "Days of Absence" on a wretched wheezing accordeon.
"There's a case of asthma, doctor," I said, intending to be witty. But
my remark was not noticed. The doctor was in a brown study, from which
my words had not startled him. Presently he said, as if talking to
himself, and without taking the cigar from his mouth:
"'Twas just a year ago to-night, the 28th day of May, 'at they took 'er
away. And he'll die afore day to a dead certainty. Beats all the denied
queer things I ever seed or heerd of."
He was poking with the toe of his boot in the dust on the veranda floor,
as he spoke, and stealing a glance at his face, I saw that it wore an
abstracted, dreamy, perplexed look.
"What was your remark, doctor?" I asked, more to arouse him than from
any hope of being interested.
"Hum!--ah, yes," he said, starting, and beginning a vigorous puffing.
"Ah, yes, I was cogitatin' over this matter o' Berry Young's. Never have
been able to 'count for that, no how. Think about it more an' more every
day. What's your theory of it?"
"Can't say, never having heard anything of it," I replied.
"Well, I do say! Thought everybody had hearn of that, any how! It's a
rale romance, a reg'lar mystery, sir. It's been talked about, and writ
about in the papers so much 'at I s'posed 'at it was knowed of far and
wide."
"I've been in California for several years past," I replied, by way of
excuse for my ignorance of even the vaguest outline of the affair,
whatever it might be.
"Well, you see, a leetle more'n a year ago a gal an' her father come
here and stopped at this 'ere very hotel. The man must 'a' been som'res
near sixty years old; but the gal was young, and jist the poortiest
thing I ever seed in all my life. I couldn't describe how she looked at
all; but everybody 'at saw her said she was the beautifulest creatur
they ever laid eyes onto. Where these two folks come from nobody ever
knowed, but they seemed like mighty nice sort of persons, and everybody
liked 'em,'specially the gal. Somehow, from the very start, a kind of
mystery hung 'round 'em. They seemed always to have gobs o' money, and
onct in awhile some little thing'd turn up to make folks kinder juberous
somehow 'at they wasn't jist what they ginerally seemed to be. But that
gal was fascinatin' as a snake, and as poorty as any picter. Her flesh
looked like tinted wax mixed with moon-shine, and her eyes was as clear
as a lime-stone spring--though they was dark as night. She was that full
of restless animal life 'at she couldn't set still--she roamed round
like a leopard in a cage, and she'd romp equal to a ten-year-old boy.
Well, as mought be expected, sich a gal as that 'ere 'd 'tract attention
in these parts, and I must say 'at the young fellows here did git
'bominable sweet on her. 'Casionally two of 'em 'd git out in the swamps
and have a awful fight on her 'count; but she 'peared to pay precious
little 'tention to any of 'em till finally Berry Young stepped in and
jist went for 'er like mad, and she took to'm. Berry was r'ally the
nicest and intelligentest young man in all this country. He writ poetry
for the papers, sir--snatchin' good poetry, too--and had got to be
talked of a right smart for his larnin', an' 'complishments. He was good
lookin', too; powerful handsome, for a fact, sir. So they was to be
married, Berry and the gal, an' the time it was sot, an' the day it
come, an' all was ready, an' the young folks was on the floor, and the
'squire was jist a commencin' to say the ceremony, when lo! and
beholden, four big, awful, rough lookin' men rushed in with big pistols
and mighty terrible bowie knives, and big papers and big seals, and said
they was a sheriff and possum from Kaintucky. They jist jumped right
onto the gal an' her father an' han'cuffed 'em, an' took 'em!"
"Handcuffed them and took them!" I repeated, suddenly growing intensely
interested. This was beating my dime novel, for sensation, all hollow.
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SIR WILLIAM HERSCHEL
HIS LIFE AND WORKS
[Illustration: Sir William Herschel]
SIR WILLIAM HERSCHEL
HIS LIFE AND WORKS
BY
EDWARD S. HOLDEN
UNITED STATES NAVAL OBSERVATORY, WASHINGTON
[Illustration: Coelis Exploratis]
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
743 AND 745 BROADWAY
1881
COPYRIGHT, 1880,
BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS.
PRESS OF J. J. LITTLE & CO.,
NOS. 10 TO 20 ASTOR PLACE, NEW YORK.
Please see the end of the text for TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
PREFACE.
In the following account of the life and works of Sir WILLIAM HERSCHEL,
I have been obliged to depend strictly upon data already in print--the
_Memoir_ of his sister, his own scientific writings and the memoirs and
diaries of his cotemporaries. The review of his published works will, I
trust, be of use. It is based upon a careful study of all his papers in
the _Philosophical Transactions_ and elsewhere.
A life of HERSCHEL which shall be satisfactory in every particular can
only be written after a full examination of the materials which are
preserved at the family seat in England; but as two generations have
passed since his death, and as no biography yet exists which approaches
to completeness, no apology seems to me to be needed for a
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POEMS
BY
JOHN CLARE
PUBLISHER’S NOTICE.
The Publisher desires to express his regret that, owing to an oversight,
the proofs of the Introduction were not submitted to the Editor, who is
in no way responsible for the following
ERRATA (corrected in this etext)
Page xvii., line 6, for “been” read “being”; page xxii., first line, for
“Reynerdson” read “Reynardson”; page xxiv., for “tête-á-tête” read
“tête-à-tête”; page xxviii., 2nd line, for “compliments.” read
“compliments,”; page xxx., line 11, for “Dick Suivelles” read “Dick
Swiveller”; page xxxi., in the last line but two, for “to” read “of”;
page xxxix., in line 6 of second paragraph for “widey” read “widely.”
POEMS _by_ JOHN CLARE
SELECTED AND INTRODUCED BY
NORMAN GALE (AUTHOR OF “A
COUNTRY MUSE,” &C. &C.) WITH A
BIBLIOGRAPHY BY C. ERNEST SMITH
RUGBY: GEORGE E. OVER, 1901
Printed at The Rugby Press
CONTENTS
Page
A Spring Morning 138
A World for Love 120
Address to Plenty 3
Approach of Spring, The 76
Autumn 99
Autumn Robin, The 132
Ballad 42
Crab Tree, The 139
Decay 125
December 70
Effusion 39
Gipsy Camp, The 45
Graves of Infants 144
Harvest Morning, The 18
Home Yearnings 145
I am! Yet what I am 157
June 65
Love 123
Love Lives beyond the Tomb 147
Meeting, The 37
Milton, To John 154
My Early Home 149
My Love, thou art a Nosegay Sweet 36
Nightingale’s Nest, The 114
Noon 14
Pastoral Fancies 129
Patty 32
Patty of the Vale 34
Old Poesy 141
On an Infant’s Grave 22
Rural Evening 55
Rustic Fishing 61
Song 44
Song 122
Summer Evening 25
Summer Images 89
Tell-Tale Flowers, The 150
Thoughts in a Churchyard 112
’Tis Spring, my Love, ’Tis Spring 142
To an April Daisy 23
To P * * * * 118
To the Clouds 47
To the Rural Muse 82
Universal Epitaph, The 17
Vanities of Life, The 105
What is Life? 1
Winter 140
Woodman, The 48
BIOGRAPHY AND COMMENT
In tracing the origin of JOHN CLARE it is not necessary to go very far
back, reference to his grandfather and grandmother being a sufficient
acknowledgement of the claims of genealogy. Following the road at
haphazard, trusting himself entirely to the guidance of fortune, and
relying for provender upon his skill in drawing from a violin tunes of
the battle and the dance, about thirty years before Helpstone heard the
first wail of its infant poet, there arrived at the village the vagabond
and truculent Parker. Born under a wandering star, this man had footed
it through many a country of Europe, careless whether daily necessity
required from him an act of bloodshed or the scraping of a harum-scarum
reel designed to set frolic in the toes of man and maid. At the time of
his reaching Helpstone, a Northamptonshire village, destined to come
into prominence because of the lyrics of its chief son, it happened that
the children were without a schoolmaster. In his time the adventurer
had played many parts. Why should he not add to the list? Effrontery,
backed up by an uncertain amount of superficial attainment, won the day,
and this fiddling Odysseus obtained the vacant position. Of his
boastings, his bowings, his drinkings, there is no need to make history,
but his soft tongue demands a moment of attention. We may take it for
granted that he picked out the fairest flower among the maids of
Helpstone as the target for all the darts at his disposal, each of
which, we may be sure, was polished by use. The daughter of the parish
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THE DESCENT OF MAN
AND
SELECTION IN RELATION TO SEX
Works by Charles Darwin, F.R.S.
Life and Letters of Charles Darwin. With an Autobiographical Chapter.
Edited by Francis Darwin. Portraits. 3 volumes 36s. Popular Edition.
Condensed in 1 volume 7s 6d.
Naturalist's Journal of Researches into the Natural History and Geology of
Countries Visited during a Voyage Round the World. With 100 Illustrations
by Pritchett. 21s. Popular Edition. Woodcuts. 3s 6d. Cheaper Edition,
2s. 6d. net.
Origin of Species by means of Natural Selection; or, The Preservation of
Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life. Large Type Edition, 2 volumes
12s. Popular Edition, 6s. Cheaper Edition with Portrait, 2s. 6d.
Various Contrivances by which Orchids are Fertilized by Insects. Woodcuts.
7s. 6d.
Variation of Animals and Plants under Domestication. Illustrations. 15s.
Descent of Man, and Selection in relation to Sex. Illustrations. Large
Type Edition, 2 volumes 15s. Popular Edition, 7s 6d. Cheaper Edition, 2s.
6d. net.
Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals. Illustrations. 12s.
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ZOOLOGICAL MYTHOLOGY
OR
THE LEGENDS OF ANIMALS
BY
ANGELO DE GUBERNATIS
PROFESSOR OF SANSKRIT AND COMPARATIVE LITERATURE IN THE ISTITUTO DI STUDII
SUPERIORI E DI PERFEZIONAMENTO, AT FLORENCE
FOREIGN MEMBER OF THE ROYAL INSTITUTE OF PHILOLOGY AND ETHNOGRAPHY
OF THE DUTCH INDIES
_IN TWO VOLUMES_
VOL. I.
LONDON
TRUeBNER & CO., 60 PATERNOSTER ROW
1872
[_All rights reserved_]
PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
TO
MICHELE AMARI AND MICHELE COPPINO
This Work
IS DEDICATED
AS A TRIBUTE OF LIVELY GRATITUDE AND
PROFOUND ESTEEM
BY
THE AUTHOR.
ZOOLOGICAL MYTHOLOGY;
OR
THE LEGENDS OF ANIMALS.
First Part.
THE ANIMALS OF THE EARTH.
CHAPTER I.
THE COW AND THE BULL.
SECTION I.--THE COW AND THE BULL IN THE VEDIC HYMNS.
SUMMARY.
Prelude.--The vault of Heaven as a luminous cow.--The gods and
goddesses, sons and daughters of this cow.--The vault of Heaven as a
spotted cow.--The sons and daughters of this cow, _i.e._ the winds,
Marutas, and the clouds, Pricnayas.--The wind-bulls subdue the
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DOMESTIC FOLK-LORE.
BY
REV. T. F. THISELTON DYER, M.A., OXON.,
_Author of "British Popular Customs" and
"English Folk-lore."_
CASSELL, PETTER, GALPIN & CO.:
_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
PREFACE.
For the name "Folk-lore" in its present signification, embracing the
Popular Traditions, Proverbial Sayings, Superstitions, and Customs
of the people, we are in a great measure indebted to the late editor
of _Notes and Queries_--Mr. W. J. Thoms--who, in an anonymous
contribution to the _Athenaeum_ of 22nd August, 1846, very aptly
suggested this comprehensive term, which has since been adopted as
the recognised title of what has now become an important branch of
antiquarian research.
The study of Folk-lore is year by year receiving greater attention,
its object being to collect, classify, and preserve survivals of
popular belief, and to trace them as far as possible to their
original source. This task is no easy one, as school-boards and
railways are fast sweeping away every vestige of the old beliefs
and customs which, in days gone by, held such a prominent place in
social and domestic life. The Folk-lorist has, also, to deal with
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OPIUM EATING.
An Autobiographical Sketch.
by
AN HABITUATE.
Philadelphia.
Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger,
624, 626 & 628 Market Street.
1876.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by
Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
J. Fagan & Son,
Stereotype Founders,
Philadelphia.
Selheimer & Moore, Printers.
501 Chestnut Street.
PREFACE.
The following narration of the personal experiences of the writer is
submitted to the reader at the request of numerous friends, who are of
opinion that it will be interesting as well as beneficial to the public.
The reader is forewarned that in the perusal of the succeeding pages, he
will not find the incomparable music of De Quincey's prose, or the
easy-flowing and harmonious graces of his inimitable style, as presented
in the "Confessions of an English Opium Eater;" but a dull and trudging
narrative of solid facts, disarrayed of all flowers of speech, and
delivered by a mind, the faculties of which are bound up and baked hard by
the searing properties of opium--a mind without elasticity or fertility--a
mind prostrate. The only excuse for writing the book in this mental
condition was, and is, that the prospect of ever being able to write under
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THE LIGHTHOUSE
By R.M.BALLANTYNE
Author of "The Coral Island" &c.
BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED
LONDON GLASGOW BOMBAY
E-Test prepared by Roy Brown
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. THE ROCK.
II. THE LOVERS AND THE PRESS-GANG.
III. OUR HERO OBLIGED TO GO TO SEA.
IV. THE BURGLARY.
V. THE BELL ROCK INVADED.
VI. THE CAPTAIN CHANGES HIS QUARTERS.
VII. RUBY IN DIFFICULTIES.
VIII THE SCENE CHANGES--RUBY IS VULCANIZED.
IX. STORMS AND TROUBLES.
X. THE RISING OF THE TIDE--A NARROW ESCAPE.
XI. A STORM, AND A DISMAL STATE OF THINGS ON BOARD THE
PHAROS.
XII. BELL ROCK BILLOWS--AN UNEXPECTED VISIT--A DISASTER AND A
RESCUE.
XIII. A SLEEPLESS BUT A PLEASANT NIGHT.
XIV. SOMEWHAT STATISTICAL.
XV. RUBY HAS A RISE IN LIFE, AND A FALL.
XVI. NEW ARRANGEMENTS--THE CAPTAIN'S PHILOSOPHY IN REGARD TO
PIPEOLOGY.
XVII. A MEETING WITH OLD FRIENDS, AND AN EXCURSION.
XVIII. THE BATTLE OF ARBROATH, AND OTHER WARLIKE MATTERS.
XIX. AN ADVENTURE--SECRETS REVEALED, AND A PRIZE.
XX. THE SMUGGLERS ARE "TREATED" TO GIN AND ASTONISHMENT.
XXI. THE BELL ROCK AGAIN--A DREARY NIGHT IN A STRANGE
HABITATION.
XXII. LIFE IN THE BEACON--STORY OF THE EDDYSTONE LIGHTHOUSE.
XXIII. THE STORM.
XXIV. A CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS.
XXV. THE BELL ROOK IN A FOG--NARROW ESCAPE OF THE SMEATON.
XXVI. A SUDDEN AND TREMENDOUS CHANGE IN FORTUNES.
XXVII. OTHER THINGS BESIDES MURDER "WILL OUT".
XXVIII. THE LIGHTHOUSE COMPLETED--RUBY'S ESCAPE FROM TROUBLE BY A
DESPERATE VENTURE.
XXIX. THE WRECK.
XXX. OLD FRIENDS IN NEW CIRCUMSTANCES.
XXXI. MIDNIGHT CHAT IN A LANTERN.
XXXII. EVERYDAY LIFE ON THE BELL ROOK, AND OLD MEMORIES
RECALLED.
XXXIII. CONCLUSION.
THE LIGHTHOUSE
CHAPTER I
THE ROCK
Early on a summer morning, about the beginning of the nineteenth
century, two fishermen of Forfarshire wended their way to the shore,
launched their boat, and put off to sea.
One of the men was tall and ill-favoured, the other, short and
well-favoured. Both were square-built, powerful fellows, like most
men of the class to which they belonged.
It was about that calm hour of the morning which precedes sunrise,
when most living creatures are still asleep, and inanimate nature
wears, more than at other times, the semblance of repose. The sea was
like a sheet of undulating glass. A breeze had been expected, but,
in defiance of expectation, it had not come, so the boatmen were
obliged to use their oars. They used them well, however, insomuch
that the land ere long appeared like a blue line on the horizon, then
became tremulous and indistinct, and finally vanished in the mists of
morning.
The men pulled "with a will,"--as seamen pithily express in silence.
Only once during the first hour did the ill-favoured man venture a
remark. Referring to the absence of wind, he said, that "it would be
a' the better for landin' on the rock."
This was said in the broadest vernacular dialect, as, indeed, was
everything that dropped from the fishermen's lips. We take the
liberty of modifying it a little, believing that strict fidelity here
would entail inevitable loss of sense to many of our readers.
The remark, such as it was, called forth a rejoinder from the short
comrade, who stated his belief that "they would be likely to find
somethin' there that day."
They then relapsed into silence.
Under the regular stroke of the oars the boat advanced steadily,
straight out to sea. At first the mirror over which they skimmed was
grey, and the foam at the cutwater leaden-. By degrees they
rowed, as it were, into a brighter region. The sea ahead lightened
up, became pale yellow, then warmed into saffron, and, when the sun
rose, blazed into liquid gold.
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[Illustration: Book Cover]
NOOKS AND CORNERS OF PEMBROKESHIRE.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: THE ROOD SCREEN ST. DAVIDS CATHEDRAL]
[Illustration: NOOKS & CORNERS OF PEMBROKESHIRE.
DRAWN & DESCRIBED BY
H. THORNHILL TIMMINS, F.R.C.S.
AUTHOR of
NOOKS & CORNERS OF HEREFORDSHIRE
LONDON:
ELLIOT STOCK, 62, PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C.
1895.]
PREFACE.
The kindly reception accorded to my 'Nooks and Corners of Herefordshire,'
both by the public and the press, has encouraged me (where, indeed,
encouragement was little needed) to set forth anew upon my sketching
rambles, and explore the Nooks and Corners of Pembrokeshire.
In chronicling the results of these peregrinations, I feel that I owe
some apology to those whose knowledge of the Shire of Pembroke is far
more thorough and intimate than my own, and upon whose preserves I may
fairly be accused of poaching. I venture to plead, in extenuation, an
inveterate love for exploring these unfrequented byways of my native
land, and for searching out and sketching those picturesque old
buildings that lend such a unique interest to its sequestered nooks and
corners.
Pembrokeshire is rich in these relics of a bygone time, but for one
reason or another they do not appear to have received the attention they
certainly deserve. Few counties can boast anything finer of their kind
than the mediaeval castles of Pembroke, Manorbere and Carew; while St.
Davids Cathedral and the ruined Palace of its bishops, nestling in their
secluded western vale, form a scene that alone is worth a visit to
behold. No less remarkable in their way are the wonderful old crosses,
circles and cromlechs, which remind the traveller of a vanished race as
he tramps the broad fern-clad uplands of the Precelly Hills. It is a
notable fact that 'he who runs may read,' in the diversified character
of its place-names, an important and interesting chapter of
Pembrokeshire history. The south-western portion of the county, with the
Saxon 'tons' of its Teutonic settlers, is as English as Oxfordshire, and
hence has acquired the title of 'Little England beyond Wales.' On the
other hand, the northern and eastern districts are as Welsh as the heart
of Wales; and there, as the wayfarer soon discovers for himself, the
mother-tongue of the Principality is the only one 'understanded of the
people.'
Although Pembrokeshire cannot pretend to lay claim to such striking
scenery as the North Wallian counties display, yet its wind-swept
uplands and deep, secluded dingles have a character all their own; while
the loftier regions of the Precelly Hills, and the broken and varied
nature of the seaboard, afford many a picturesque prospect as the
traveller fares on his way.
In compiling the following notes I have availed myself of Fenton's
well-known work on Pembrokeshire, and of the writings of George Owen of
Henllys; I have consulted the records of that prolific chronicler,
Gerald de Barri; Bevan's 'History of the Diocese of St. Davids; and
Jones and Freeman's exhaustive work on St. Davids Cathedral; besides
various minor sources of local information which need not be specified
here.
In conclusion, I take this opportunity to tender my sincere thanks to
those friends and acquaintances whose ready help and advice so greatly
facilitated my task, while at the same time enhancing the pleasure of
these sketching rambles amidst the Nooks and Corners of Pembrokeshire.
H. THORNHILL TIMMINS.
_Harrow_, 1895.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
A GENERAL SURVEY. THE KING'S TOWN OF TENBY 1
ROUND ABOUT THE RIDGEWAY 23
MANORBERE CASTLE, AND GIRALDUS CAMBRENSIS 41
PEMBROKE TOWN AND CASTLE. STACKPOLE AND THE SOUTHERN COAST 54
TO ANGLE, RHOSCROWTHER, AND THE CASTLE MARTIN COUNTRY 76
CAREW, WITH ITS CROSS, CASTLE AND CHURCH. UPTON CASTLE AND
CHAPEL. PEMBROKE DOCK AND HAVERFORDWEST 93
TO ST. BRIDES, MARLOES AND THE DALE COUNTRY 114
WESTWARD HO! TO ST. DAVIDS. THE CITY AND ENVIRONS 126
TO FISHGUARD, NEWPORT, GOODWIC AND PENCAER 142
NEWPORT, NEVERN AND TEIVYSIDE 149
A RAMBLE OVER PRECELLY HILLS, TO THE SOURCES OF THE CLEDDAU 167
ON AND OFF THE NARBERTH ROAD. LANGWM AND DAUGLEDDAU 178
INDEX TO ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
THE ROOD SCREEN, ST. DA | 171.786621 | 738 |
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[Illustration: Sing-Sing Prison and Tappan Zee.]
FOREST, ROCK, AND STREAM
A SERIES OF
_TWENTY STEEL LINE-ENGRAVINGS_
BY W. H. BARTLETT AND OTHERS
WITH DESCRIPTIVE TEXT BY N. P. WILLIS AND OTHERS
_INCLUDING POEMS BY AMERICAN AND FOREIGN AUTHORS_
[Illustration]
B O S T O N
E S T E S A N D L A U R I A T
1886
_Copyright, 1885_,
BY ESTES AND LAURIAT.
[Illustration]
CONTENTS.
[Illustration]
SING-SING PRISON AND TAPPAN ZEE
VIEW OF HUDSON AND THE CATSKILL MOUNTAINS
THE NARROWS
VIEW FROM WEST POINT
TOWN OF CATSKILL, HUDSON RIVER
INDIAN FALL, OPPOSITE WEST POINT
VIEW NEAR ANTHONY’S NOSE, HUDSON HIGHLANDS
VIEW FROM MOUNT IDA, NEAR TROY, NEW YORK
HUDSON HIGHLANDS, FROM BULL HILL
VILLA ON THE HUDSON, NEAR WEEHAWKEN
CHAPEL OF “OUR LADY OF COLD SPRING”
PEEKSKILL LANDING
VIEW FROM RUGGLE’S HOUSE, NEWBURGH, HUDSON RIVER
THE TWO LAKES ON THE CATSKILLS
TOWN OF SING-SING
VIEW FROM FORT PUTNAM
CROW NEST, FROM BULL HILL, WEST POINT
THE CATTERSKILL FALLS (FROM BELOW)
UNDERCLIFF, THE SEAT OF THE LATE GENERAL MORRIS
WINTER SCENE ON THE CATTERSKILLS
[Illustration]
VIEW OF HUDSON CITY AND THE CATSKILL MOUNTAINS.
[Illustration]
A WEDGE-SHAPED promontory, or bluff, pushes forward to the river at
this spot; and on its summit, which widens into a noble plain, stands
the city of Hudson.
It is supposed that the “Halve-Mane,” the vessel in which the great
discoverer made his first passage up the Hudson, reached no farther than
two leagues above the city which bears his name, and that the remainder
of the exploring voyage was made in the shallop. His reception here was
in the highest degree hospitable. “He went on shore in one of their
canoes, with an old Indian, who was the chief of forty men and seventeen
women: these he saw in a house made of the bark of trees, exceedingly
smooth and well-finished within and without. He found a great quantity
of Indian corn and beans, enough of which were drying near the house to
have loaded three ships, besides what was growing in the fields. On
coming to the house two mats were spread to sit on, eatables were
brought in, in red bowls well made, and two men were sent off with bows
and arrows, who soon returned with two pigeons. They also killed a fat
dog, and skinned it with shells. They expected their visitors would
remain during the night, but the latter determined to return on board.
The natives were exceedingly kind and good-tempered; for when they
discovered Hudson’s determination to proceed on board, they, imagining
it proceeded from fear of their bows and arrows, broke them to pieces
and threw them into the fire.”
On his return down the river, Hudson stopped again for four days
opposite the site of the future city. The historical collections give a
very particular account of every day’s movements in this interesting
voyage. “On the report of those whom he had sent to explore the river,”
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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
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THE FORTUNE OF THE LANDRAYS
By Vaughn Kester
Illustrated by The Kinneys
New York: McClure Phillips and Company
1905
[Illustration: 0001]
[Illustration: 0008]
[Illustration: 0009]
CHAPTER ONE
THE boy on the box was surfeited with travel. Glancing back over the
swaying top of the coach, he had seen miles upon miles of hot dusty
road, between banked-up masses of forests or cultivated fields, dwindle
to a narrow thread of yellow. Day after day there had been the same
tiresome repetition of noisy towns and sleepy cross-road villages, each
one very like the other and all having a widely different appearance
from that which he conceived Benson would present.
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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.
Little Dot had lost her way in the bush. She knew it, and was very
frightened. She was too frightened in fact to cry, but stood in the
middle of a little dry, bare space, looking around her at the scraggy
growths of prickly shrubs that had torn her little dress to rags,
scratched her bare legs and feet till they bled, and pricked her hands
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THE DANCE OF DEATH.
[Illustration]
The Dance of Death
EXHIBITED IN ELEGANT ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD
WITH A DISSERTATION
ON THE SEVERAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THAT SUBJECT
BUT MORE PARTICULARLY ON THOSE ASCRIBED TO
Macaber and Hans Holbein
BY FRANCIS DOUCE ESQ. F. A. S.
AND A MEMBER OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF NORMANDY
AND OF THE ACADEMY OF SCIENCES ETC. AT CAEN
Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
Regumque turres. HORAT. lib. i. od. 4.
LONDON
WILLIAM PICKERING
1833
C. Whittingham, Tooks Court, Chancery Lane.
PREFACE.
The very ample discussion which the extremely popular subject of the Dance
of Death has already undergone might seem to preclude the necessity of
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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
Obvious spelling, typographical and punctuation errors have been
corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the
text and consultation of external sources.
More detail can be found at the end of the book.
Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
The oe ligature has been expanded.
WONDERFUL STORIES
FOR CHILDREN.
BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN,
AUTHOR OF "THE IMPROVISATORE," ETC.
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH BY MARY HOWITT.
NEW YORK.
WILEY & PUTNAM,
161 Broadway.
1846.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
OLE LUCKOIE--THE STORY-TELLER AT NIGHT 5
THE DAISY 28
THE NAUGHTY BOY 37
TOMMELISE 42
THE ROSE-ELF 64
THE GARDEN OF PARADISE 74
A NIGHT IN THE KITCHEN 102
LITTLE IDA'S FLOWERS 108
THE CONSTANT TIN SOLDIER 124
THE STORKS 133
OLE LUCKOIE, (SHUT-EYE.)
There is nobody in all this world who knows so many tales as Ole
Luckoie! He can tell tales! In an evening, when a child sits so nicely
at the table, or on its little stool, Ole Luckoie comes. He comes
so quietly into the house, for he walks without shoes; he opens the
door without making any noise, and then he flirts sweet milk into the
children's eyes; but so gently, so very gently, that they cannot keep
their eyes open, and, therefore, they never see him; he steals softly
behind them and blows gently on their necks, and thus their heads
become heavy. Oh yes! But then it does them no harm; for Ole Luckoie
means nothing but kindness to the children, he only wants to amuse
them; and the best thing that can be done is for somebody to carry them
to bed, where they may lie still and listen to the tales that he will
tell them.
Now when the children are asleep, Ole Luckoie sits down on the bed;
he is very well dressed; his coat is of silk, but it is not possible
to tell what color it is, because it shines green, and red, and blue,
just as if one color ran into another. He holds an umbrella under each
arm; one of them is covered all over the inside with pictures, and
this he sets over the good child, and it dreams all night long the
most beautiful histories. The other umbrella has nothing at all within
it; this he sets over the heads of naughty children, and they sleep so
heavily, that next morning when they wake they have not dreamed the
least in the world.
Now we will hear how Ole Luckoie came every evening for a whole week to
a little boy, whose name was Yalmar, and what he told him. There are
seven stories, because there are seven days in a week.
MONDAY.
"Just listen!" said Ole Luckoie, in the evening, when they had put
Yalmar in bed; "now I shall make things fine!"--and with that all the
plants in the flower-pots grew up into great trees which stretched
out their long branches along the ceiling and the walls, till the
whole room looked like the most beautiful summer-house; and all the
branches were full of flowers, and every flower was more beautiful than
a rose, and was so sweet, that if anybody smelt at it, it was sweeter
than raspberry jam! The fruit on the trees shone like gold, and great
big bunches of raisins hung down--never had any thing been seen like
it!--but all at once there began such a dismal lamentation in the
table-drawer where Yalmar kept his school-books.
"What is that?" said Ole Luckoie, and went to the table and opened
the drawer. It was the slate that was in great trouble; for there was
an addition sum on it that was added up wrong, and the slate-pencil
was hopping and jumping about in its string, like a little dog that
wanted to help the sum, but it could not! And besides this, Yalmar's
copy-book was crying out sadly! All the way down each page stood a
row of great letters, each with a little one by its side; these were
the copy; and then there stood other letters, which fancied that they
looked like the copy; and these Yalmar had written; but they were
some one way and some another, just as if they were tumbling over the
pencil-lines on which they ought to have stood.
"Look, you should hold yourselves up--thus!" said the copy; "thus, all
in a line, with a brisk air!"
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MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
A VIRTUOSO'S COLLECTION
The other day, having a leisure hour at my disposal, I stepped into
a new museum, to which my notice was casually drawn by a small and
unobtrusive sign: "TO BE SEEN HERE, A VIRTUOSO'S COLLECTION." Such
was the simple yet not altogether unpromising announcement that
turned my steps aside for a little while from the sunny sidewalk of
our principal thoroughfare. Mounting a sombre staircase, I pushed
open a door at its summit, and found myself in the presence of a
person, who mentioned the moderate sum that would entitle me to
admittance.
"Three shillings, Massachusetts tenor," said he. "No, I mean half a
dollar, as you reckon in these days."
While searching my pocket for the coin I glanced at the doorkeeper,
the marked character and individuality of whose aspect encouraged me
to expect something not quite in the ordinary way. He wore an
old-fashioned great-coat, much faded, within which his meagre person
was so completely enveloped that the rest of his attire was
undistinguishable. But his visage was remarkably wind-flushed,
sunburnt, and weather-worn, and had a most, unquiet, nervous, and
apprehensive expression. It seemed as if this man had some
all-important object in view, some point of deepest interest to be
decided, some momentous question to ask, might he but hope for a
reply. As it was evident, however, that I could have nothing to do
with his private affairs, I passed through an open doorway, which
admitted me into the extensive hall of the museum.
Directly in front of the portal was the bronze statue of a youth
with winged feet. He was represented in the act of flitting away
from earth, yet wore such a look of earnest invitation that it
impressed me like a summons to enter the hall.
"It is the original statue of Opportunity, by the ancient sculptor
Lysippus," said a gentleman who now approached me. "I place it at
the entrance of my museum, because it is not at all times that one
can gain admittance to such a collection."
The speaker was a middle-aged person, of whom it was not easy to
determine whether he had spent his life as a scholar or as a man of
action; in truth, all outward and obvious peculiarities had been
worn away by an extensive and promiscuous intercourse with the
world. There was no mark about him of profession, individual
habits, or scarcely of country; although his dark complexion and
high features made me conjecture that he was a native of some
southern clime of Europe. At all events, he was evidently the
virtuoso in person.
"With your permission," said he, "as we have no descriptive
catalogue, I will accompany you through the museum and point out
whatever may be most worthy of attention. In the first place, here
is a choice collection of stuffed animals."
Nearest the door stood the outward semblance of a wolf, exquisitely
prepared, it is true, and showing a very wolfish fierceness in the
large glass eyes which were inserted into its wild and crafty head.
Still it was merely the skin of a wolf, with nothing to distinguish
it from other individuals of that unlovely breed.
"How does this animal deserve a place in your collection?" inquired
I.
"It is the wolf that devoured Little Red Riding Hood," answered the
virtuoso; "and by his side--with a milder and more matronly look, as
you perceive--stands the she-wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus."
"Ah, indeed!" exclaimed I. "And what lovely lamb is this with the
snow-white fleece, which seems to be of as delicate a texture as
innocence itself?"
"Methinks you have but carelessly read Spenser," replied my guide,
"or you would at once recognize the'milk-white lamb' which Una led.
But I set no great value upon the lamb. The next specimen is better
worth our notice."
"What!" cried I, "this strange animal, with the black head of an ox
upon the body of a white horse? Were it possible to suppose it, I
should say that this was Alexander's steed Bucephalus."
"The same," said the virtuoso. "And can you likewise give a name to
the famous charger that stands beside him?"
Next to the renowned Bucephalus stood the mere skeleton of a horse,
with the white bones peeping through his ill-conditioned hide; but,
if my heart had not warmed towards that pitiful anatomy, I might as
well have quitted the museum at once. Its rarities had not been
collected with pain and toil from the four quarters of the earth,
and from the depths of the sea, and from the palaces and sepulchres
of ages, for those who could mistake this illustrious steed.
"It, is Rosinante!" exclaimed I, with enthusiasm.
And so it proved. My admiration for the noble and gallant horse
caused me to glance with less interest at the other animals,
although many of them might have deserved the notice of Cuvier
himself. There was the donkey which Peter Bell cudgelled so
soundly, and a brother of the same species who had suffered a
similar infliction from the ancient prophet Balaam. Some doubts
were entertained, however, as to the authenticity of the latter
beast. My guide pointed out the venerable Argus, that faithful dog
of Ulysses, and also another dog (for so the skin bespoke it),
which, though imperfectly preserved, seemed once to have had three
heads. It was Cerberus. I was considerably amused at detecting in
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—Obvious print and punctuation errors were corrected.
By Mary Johnston
HAGAR.
THE LONG ROLL. The first of two books dealing with the war between the
States. With Illustrations in color by N. C. WYETH.
CEASE FIRING. The second of two books dealing with the war between the
States. With Illustrations in color by N. C. WYETH.
LEWIS RAND. With Illustrations in color by F. C. YOHN.
AUDREY. With Illustrations in color by F. C. YOHN.
PRISONERS OF HOPE. With Frontispiece.
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. With 8 Illustrations by HOWARD PYLE, E. B.
THOMPSON, A. W. BETTS, and EMLEN MCCONNELL.
THE GODDESS OF REASON. _A Drama._
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
[Illustration:
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“GOOD-BYE, MISTRESS FRIENDLY-SOUL!”]
THE WITCH
BY
MARY JOHNSTON
[Illustration: LOGO]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:--
1. Passages in italics are indicated by _underscore_.
2. Printer's inconsistencies in spelling, punctuation, hyphenation,
and ligature usage have been retained except the following:
Pg. 117, Ch. VII: Changed comma to period in (relation to life,)
Pg. 255, Ch. XVI: Removed ending quote in (the highest sense.")
THE DAUGHTER OF THE STORAGE
WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS
THE DAUGHTER
OF THE STORAGE
AND OTHER THINGS
IN PROSE AND VERSE
W. D. HOWELLS
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
Copyright, 1915, 1916, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
Published April, 1916
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. THE DAUGHTER OF THE STORAGE 3
II. A PRESENTIMENT 45
III. CAPTAIN DUNLEVY'S LAST TRIP 67
IV. THE RETURN TO FAVOR 81
V. SOMEBODY'S MOTHER 93
VI. THE FACE AT THE WINDOW 107
VII. AN EXPERIENCE 117
VIII. THE BOARDERS 127
IX. BREAKFAST IS MY BEST MEAL 141
X. THE MOTHER-BIRD 151
XI. THE AMIGO 161
XII. BLACK CROSS FARM 173
XIII. THE CRITICAL BOOKSTORE 185
XIV. A FEAST OF REASON 227
XV. CITY AND COUNTRY IN THE FALL 243
XVI. TABLE TALK 253
XVII. THE ESCAPADE OF A GRANDFATHER 269
XVIII. SELF-SACRIFICE: A FARCE-TRAGEDY 285
XIX. THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 319
THE DAUGHTER OF THE STORAGE
I
They were getting some of their things out to send into the country,
and Forsyth had left his work to help his wife look them over and
decide which to take and which to leave. The things were mostly trunks
that they had stored the fall before; there were some tables and
Colonial bureaus inherited from his mother, and some mirrors and
decorative odds and ends, which they would not want in the furnished
house they had taken for the summer. There were some canvases which
Forsyth said he would paint out and use for other subjects, but which,
when he came to look at again, he found really not so bad. The rest,
literally, was nothing but trunks; there were, of course, two or three
boxes of books. When they had been packed closely into the five-dollar
room, with the tables and bureaus and mirrors and canvases and
decorative odds and ends put carefully on top, the Forsyths thought
the effect very neat, and laughed at themselves for being proud of it.
They spent the winter in Paris planning for the summer in America, and
now it had come May, a month which in New York is at its best, and in
the Constitutional Storage Safe-Deposit Warehouse is by no means at
its worst. The Constitutional Storage is no longer new, but when the
Forsyths were among the first to store there it was up to the latest
moment in the modern perfections of a safe-deposit warehouse. It was
strictly fire-proof; and its long, white, brick-walled, iron-doored
corridors, with their clean concrete floors, branching from a central
avenue to the tall windows north and south, offered perspectives
sculpturesquely bare, or picturesquely heaped with arriving or
departing household stuff.
When the Forsyths went to look at it a nice young fellow from the
office had gone with them; running ahead and switching on rows of
electrics down the corridors, and then, with a wire-basketed electric
lamp, which he twirled about and held aloft and alow, showing the
dustless, sweet-smelling spaciousness of a perfect five-dollar room.
He said it would more than hold their things; and it really held them.
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JOSEPH CONRAD
By Hugh Walpole
New York
Henry Holt And Company
1916
[Illustration: 0001]
[Illustration: 0008]
[Illustration: 0009]
TO
SIR SIDNEY COLVIN
I--BIOGRAPHY
I
|TO any{001} reader of the books of Joseph Conrad it must be at once
plain that his immediate experiences and impressions of life have gone
very directly to the making of his art. It may happen often enough that
an author’s artistic life is of no importance to the critic and that
his dealing with it is merely a personal impertinence and curiosity, but
with the life of Joseph Conrad the critic has something to do, because,
again and again, this writer deliberately evokes the power of personal
reminiscence, charging it with the burden of his philosophy and the
creation of his characters.
With the details of his life we cannot, in any way, be concerned, but
with the three backgrounds against whose form and colour {008}his art
has been placed we have some compulsory connection.
Joseph Conrad (Teodor Josef Konrad Karzeriowski) was born on 6th
December 1857, and his birthplace was the Ukraine in the south of
Poland. In 1862 his father, who had been concerned in the last Polish
rebellion, was banished to Vologda. The boy lived with his mother
and father there until his mother died, when he was sent back to the
Ukraine. In 1870 his lather died.
Conrad was then sent to school in Cracow and there he remained until
1874, when, following an absolutely compelling impulse, he went to sea.
In the month of May, 1878, he first landed on English ground; he knew
at that time no English but learnt rapidly, and in the autumn of 1878
joined the _Duke of Sutherland_ as ordinary seaman. He became a
Master in the English Merchant Service in 1884, in which year he was
naturalised. In 1894 he left the sea, whose servant he had been for
nearly twenty years: he sent the manuscript of a novel that he had been
writing at various periods during {009}his sea life to Mr Fisher Unwin.
With that publisher’s acceptance of _Almayer’s Folly_ the third period
of his life began. Since then his history has been the history of his
books.
Looking for an instant at the dramatic contrast and almost ironical
relationship of these three backgrounds--Poland, the Sea, the inner
security and tradition of an English country-side--one can realise what
they may make of an artist. That early Polish atmosphere, viewed through
all the deep light and high shade of a remembered childhood, may be
enough to give life and vigour to any poet’s temperament. The romantic
melancholy born of early years in such an atmosphere might well plant
deeply in any soul the ironic contemplation of an impossible freedom.
Growing into youth in a land whose farthest bounds were held by unlawful
tyranny, Conrad may well have contemplated the sea as the one unlimited
monarchy of freedom and, even although he were too young to realise what
impulses {010}those were that drove him, he may have felt that space and
size and the force of a power stronger than man were the only conditions
of possible liberty. He sought those conditions, found them and clung to
them; he found, too, an ironic pity for men who could still live slaves
and prisoners to other men when to them also such freedom was possible.
That ironic pity he never afterwards lost, and the romance that was in
him received a mighty impulse from that contrast that he was always now
to contemplate. He discovered the Sea and paid to her at once his debt
of gratitude and obedience. He thought it no hard thing to obey her when
he might, at the same time, so honestly admire her and she has remained
for him, as an artist, the only personality that he has been able
wholeheartedly to admire. He found in her something stronger than man
and he must have triumphed in the contemplation of the dominion that she
could exercise, if she would, over the tyrannies that he had known in
his childhood. {011}He found, too, in her service, the type of man
who, most strongly, appealed to him. He had known a world composed of
threats, fugitive rebellions, wild outbursts of defiance, inefficient
struggles against tyranny, he was in the company now of those who
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JEWISH LITERATURE
AND OTHER ESSAYS
JEWISH LITERATURE
AND
OTHER ESSAYS
BY
GUSTAV KARPELES
PHILADELPHIA THE JEWISH PUBLICATION SOCIETY OF AMERICA 1895
Copyright 1895, by
THE JEWISH PUBLICATION SOCIETY OF AMERICA
Press of
The Friedenwald Co.
Baltimore
PREFACE
The following essays were delivered during the last ten years, in the
form of addresses, before the largest associations in the great cities
of Germany. Each one is a dear and precious possession to me. As I once
more pass them in review, reminiscences fill my mind of solemn occasions
and impressive scenes, of excellent men and charming women. I feel as
though I were sending the best beloved children of my fancy out into the
world, and sadness seizes me when I realize that they no longer belong
to me alone--that they have become the property of strangers. The living
word falling upon the ear of the listener is one thing; quite another
the word staring from the cold, printed page. Will my thoughts be
accorded the same friendly welcome that greeted them when first they
were uttered?
I venture to hope that they may be kindly received; for these addresses
were born of devoted love to Judaism. The consciousness that Israel is
charged with a great historical mission, not yet accomplished, ushered
them into existence. Truth and sincerity stood sponsor to every word. Is
it presumptuous, then, to hope that they may find favor in the New
World? Brethren of my faith live there as here; our ancient watchword,
"Sh'ma Yisrael," resounds in their synagogues as in ours; the old
blood-stained flag, with its sublime inscription, "The Lord is my
banner!" floats over them; and Jewish hearts in America are loyal like
ours, and sustained by steadfast faith in the Messianic time when our
hopes and ideals, our aims and dreams, will be realized. There is but
one Judaism the world over, by the Jordan and the Tagus as by the
Vistula and the Mississippi. God bless and protect it, and lead it to
the goal of its glorious future!
To all Jewish hearts beyond the ocean, in free America, fraternal
greetings!
GUSTAV KARPELES
BERLIN, Pesach 5652/1892.
CONTENTS
A GLANCE AT JEWISH LITERATURE
THE TALMUD
THE JEW IN THE HISTORY OF CIVILIZATION
WOMEN IN JEWISH LITERATURE
MOSES MAIMONIDES
JEWISH TROUBADOURS AND MINNESINGERS
HUMOR AND LOVE IN JEWISH POETRY
THE JEWISH STAGE
THE JEW'S QUEST IN AFRICA
A JEWISH KING IN POLAND
JEWISH SOCIETY IN THE TIME OF MENDELSSOHN
LEOPOLD ZUNZ
HEINRICH HEINE AND JUDAISM
THE MUSIC OF THE SYNAGOGUE
A GLANCE AT JEWISH LITERATURE
In a well-known passage of the _Romanzero_, rebuking Jewish women for
their ignorance of the magnificent golden age of their nation's poetry,
Heine used unmeasured terms of condemnation. He was too severe, for the
sources from which he drew his own information were of a purely
scientific character, necessarily unintelligible to the ordinary reader.
The first truly popular presentation of the whole of Jewish literature
was made only a few years ago, and could not have existed in Heine's
time, as the most valuable treasures of that literature, a veritable
Hebrew Pompeii, have been unearthed from the mould and rubbish of the
libraries within this century. Investigations of the history of Jewish
literature have been possible, then, only during the last fifty years.
But in the course of this half-century, conscientious research has so
actively been prosecuted that we can now gain at least a bird's-eye view
of the whole course of our literature. Some stretches still lie in
shadow, and it is not astonishing that eminent scholars continue to
maintain that "there is no such thing as an organic history, a logical
development, of the gigantic neo-Hebraic literature"; while such as are
acquainted with the results of late research at best concede that
Hebrew literature has been permitted to garner a "tender aftermath."
Both verdicts are untrue and unfair. Jewish literature has developed
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Transcribed from the 1827 J. Hatchard and Son edition, by David Price,
email [email protected]
A
LETTER
TO
THE RIGHT HON. LORD BEXLEY,
CONTAINING A
STATEMENT MADE TO THE COMMITTEE
OF THE
British and Foreign Bible Society,
AS TO THE
RELATIONS OF THAT INSTITUTION,
WITH
FRANCE, THE VALLEYS OF
PIEDMONT, SWITZERLAND AND GERMANY.
* * * * *
BY FRANCIS CUNNINGHAM, M. A.
RECTOR OF PAKEFIELD, SUFFOLK.
* * * * *
LONDON:
J. HATCHARD AND SON, 187, PICCADILY.
1827.
* * * * *
LONDON:
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[Illustration: A. W. Elson & Co. Boston: HANNIBAL HAMLIN]
Statesman Edition VOL. IX
Charles Sumner
HIS COMPLETE WORKS
With Introduction
BY
HON. GEORGE FRISBIE HOAR
[Illustration]
BOSTON
LEE AND SHEPARD
MCM
COPYRIGHT, 1872,
BY
CHARLES SUMNER.
COPYRIGHT, 1900,
BY
LEE AND SHEPARD.
Statesman Edition.
LIMITED TO ONE THOUSAND COPIES.
OF WHICH THIS IS
No. 259
Norwood Press:
NORWOOD, MASS., U.S.A.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME IX.
PAGE
RIGHTS OF SOVEREIGNTY AND RIGHTS OF WAR: TWO SOURCES OF POWER
AGAINST THE REBELLION. Speech in the Senate, on his Bill for
the Confiscation of Property and the Liberation of Slaves
belonging to Rebels, May 19, 1862 1
NO SURRENDER OF FUGITIVE SLAVES IN WASHINGTON. Resolution and
Remarks in the Senate, May 23, 1862 78
INFORMATION IN REGARD TO FREEING SLAVES BY OUR ADVANCING
ARMIES. Resolution in the Senate, May 26, 1862 82
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WOMAN
VOLUME VIII
WOMEN OF THE TEUTONIC NATIONS
HERMANN SCHOENFELD, PH.D., LL. D.
PROFESSOR OF GERMANIC LITERATURE IN THE GEORGE
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY
[Illustration 1:
EMMA CARRYING HER LOVER
After the painting by G. L. P. Saint-Ange
Charlemagne had so great an affection for his children, legitimate and
natural, that he prevented his daughters, of whom Emma was one, from
marrying, in order not to lose their company. They were reputed to be
very beautiful. Being debarred from marriage, they sought unlawful love
adventures, and gave birth to illegitimate children. The romantic story
of Emma's nightly meetings with Eginhard, and of her carrying her
learned lover through the freshly fallen snow to conceal his footprints,
is an unauthenticated legend.]
_Woman_
In all ages and in all countries
VOLUME VIII
WOMEN OF THE TEUTONIC
NATIONS
BY
HERMANN SCHOENFELD, PH.D., LL.D.
Professor of Germanic Literature in the
George Washington University
ILLUSTRATED
PHILADELPHIA
GEORGE BARRIE & SONS, PUBLISHERS
THIS VOLUME IS RESPECTFULLY
Dedicated to
MADAME CHRISTIAN HEURICH NEE KEYSER
PREFACE
Adequately to write the history of the woman of any race would mean the
writing of the history of the nation itself. There is no phase of the
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Issued May 31, 1907.
U. S. DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE.
FARMERS' BULLETIN 297.
METHODS OF DESTROYING RATS.
BY
DAVID E. LANTZ,
_Assistant, Bureau of Biological Survey_.
[Illustration]
WASHINGTON:
GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE.
1907.
[Transcriber's Note: Words surrounded by tildes, like ~this~ signifies
words in bold. Words surrounded by underscores, like _this_, signifies
words in italics.]
LETTER OF TRANSMITTAL.
U. S. DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE,
BUREAU OF BIOLOGICAL SURVEY,
_Washington, D. C., May 15, 1901_.
SIR: I have the honor to transmit herewith for publication Farmers'
Bulletin No. 297, containing concise directions for the destruction of
rats, prepared by David E. Lantz, an assistant in this Bureau. The
damage done by these rodents, both in cities and in the country, is
enormous, and the calls for practical methods of destroying them are
correspondingly numerous and urgent. It is believed that by following
the directions here given the numbers of this pest can be greatly
reduced and the losses from them proportionally diminished.
Respectfully,
C. HART MERRIAM,
_Chief, Biological Survey_.
HON. JAMES WILSON,
_Secretary of Agriculture_.
CONTENTS.
Page.
Introduction 3
Methods of destroying rats 4
Poisoning 4
Trapping 5
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THE
LEGISLATIVE MANUAL,
--OF THE--
STATE OF COLORADO,
--COMPRISING--
THE HISTORY OF COLORADO, ANNALS OF THE LEGISLATURE,
MANUAL OF CUSTOMS, PRECEDENTS AND FORMS, RULES
OF PARLIAMENTARY PRACTICE, AND THE CONSTITUTIONS
OF THE UNITED STATES AND
THE STATE OF COLORADO.
--ALSO--
CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE OF AMERICAN HISTORY, LISTS AND
TABLES FOR REFERENCE, BIOGRAPHIES, ETC.
_THOMAS B. CORBETT._
FIRST EDITION.
DENVER, COLORADO.
DENVER TIMES | 175.533046 | 754 |
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Settling Day
_By the same Author_
=SPORTING SKETCHES=
Some Press Opinions
'We are inclined to regard this volume as the best work he, Mr
Gould, has yet done.'--_The Field._
'These vivid, varied and altogether delightful
sketches.'--_Glasgow Herald._
* * * * *
=A RACECOURSE TRAGEDY=
Some Press Opinions
'Most of the characters are delightful, and the love scenes
towards the close--in which two of Mr Gould's best-depicted
characters are the actors--furnish an extremely pleasant ending
to an exciting and well-told story.'--_Scotsman._
'A good example of a plain, straightforward story, without any
mystery, yet strong in human interest.'--_Nottingham Guardian._
* * * * *
=WARNED OFF=
Some Press Opinions
'Nat Gould's stories are so lively and full of "go" that they
never drag for a moment, and the topics of the Turf are sure to be
found discussed by the characters in the typical style. "Warned
Off," the latest of the series, is a capital story of a gentleman
rider who suffers an unjust Turf sentence.'--_Leeds Mercury._
'The plot affords plenty of scope for the style of writing in
which Mr Gould indulges, and the book comes out at an appropriate
time, inasmuch as some of the most exciting incidents take place at
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WORK
[TRAVAIL]
BY
ÉMILE ZOLA
TRANSLATED BY
ERNEST ALFRED VIZETELLY
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1901
PREFACE
'Work' is the second book of the new series which M. Zola began with
'Fruitfulness,' and which he hopes to complete with 'Truth' and
'Justice.' I should much have liked to discuss here in some detail
several of the matters which M. Zola brings forward in this instalment
of his literary testament, but unfortunately the latter part of the
present translation has been made by me in the midst of great bodily
suffering, and I have not now the strength to do as I desired. I will
only say, therefore, that 'Work' embraces many features. It is, first,
an exposition of M. Zola's gospel of work, as the duty of every man
born into the world and the sovereign cure for many ills--a gospel
which he has set forth more than once in the course of his numerous
writings, and which will be found synthetised, so to say, in a paper
called 'Life and Labour' translated by me for the 'New Review' some
years ago.[1] Secondly, 'Work' deals with the present-day conditions
of society so far as those conditions are affected by Capital and
Labour. And, thirdly and particularly, it embraces a scheme of social
reorganisation and regeneration in which the ideas of Charles Fourier,
the eminent philosopher, are taken as a basis and broadened and adapted
to the needs of a new century. Some may regard this scheme as being
merely the splendid dream of a poet (the book certainly abounds
in symbolism), but all must admit that it is a scheme of _pacific_
evolution, and therefore one to be preferred to the violent remedies
proposed by most Socialist schools.
In this respect the book has a peculiar significance. Though the
English press pays very little attention to the matter, things are
moving apace in France. The quiet of that country is only surface-deep.
The Socialist schools are each day making more and more progress.
The very peasants are fast becoming Socialists, and, as I wrote
comparatively recently in my preface to the new English version of M.
Zola's 'Germinal,' the most serious troubles may almost at any moment
convulse the Republic. Thus it is well that M. Zola, who has always
been a fervent partisan of peace and human brotherliness, should be
found at such a juncture pointing out pacific courses to those who
believe that a bath of blood must necessarily precede all social
regeneration.
Incidentally, in the course of his statements and arguments, M. Zola
brings forward some very interesting points. I would particularly refer
the reader to what he writes on the subject of education. Again, his
sketch of the unhappy French peasant of nowadays may be scanned with
advantage by those who foolishly believe that peasant to be one of the
most contented beings in the world. The contrary is unhappily the case,
the subdivision of the soil having reached such a point that the land
cannot be properly or profitably cultivated. After lasting a hundred
years, the order of things established in the French provinces by the
Great Revolution has utterly broken down. The economic conditions of
the world have changed, and the only hope for French agriculture rests
in farming on a huge scale. This the peasant, amidst his hard struggle
with pauperism, is now realising, and this it is which is fast making
him a Socialist.
All that M. Zola writes in 'Work' on the subject of iron and steel
factories, and the progressive changes in processes and so forth,
will doubtless be read with interest at the present time, when
so much is being said and written about a certain large American
'trust.' The reliance which he places in Science--the great pacific
revolutionary--to effect the most advantageous changes in present-day
conditions of labour, is assuredly justified by facts. Personally, I
rely far more on science than on any innate spirit of brotherliness
between men, to bring about comparative happiness for the human race.
In conclusion, I may point out that the tendency of M. Zola's book in
one respect is shown by the title chosen for the present translation.
The original is called 'Travail,' which might have been rendered in
English as either 'Labour' or 'Work.' We read every day about the
'labour world,' the 'conditions of labour,' the 'labour party,' and so
forth, and as these matters are largely dealt with by M. Zola, some may
think that 'Labour' would have been the better title for the English
version of his book. But then it is M. Zola's desire that man should
_labour_ no more; he does not wish him to groan beneath excessive
toil--he simply desires that he should _work_, in health and in gaiety,
with the help of science to lighten his task, and a just apportionment
of wealth and happiness to gild his days until he takes his rest.
E. A. V.
MERTON, SURREY:
_April_ 1901.
[1] _New Review_, No. 50, July, 1893.
WORK
BOOK I
I
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TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
By Mary Johnston
TO
THE MEMORY OF
MY MOTHER
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. IN WHICH I THROW AMBS-ACE
CHAPTER II. IN WHICH I MEET MASTER JEREMY SPARROW
CHAPTER III. IN WHICH I MARRY IN HASTE
CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH I AM LIKE TO REPENT AT LEISURE
CHAPTER V. IN WHICH A WOMAN HAS HER WAY
CHAPTER VI. IN WHICH WE GO TO JAMESTOWN
CHAPTER VII. IN WHICH WE PREPARE TO FIGHT THE SPANIARD
CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH ENTERS MY LORD CARNAL
CHAPTER IX. IN WHICH TWO DRINK OF ONE CUP
CHAPTER X. IN WHICH MASTER PORY GAINS TIME TO SOME PURPOSE
CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH I MEET AN ITALIAN DOCTOR
CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH I RECEIVE A WARNING AND REPOSE A TRUST
CHAPTER XIII. IN WHICH THE SANTA TERESA DROPS DOWN-STREAM
CHAPTER XIV. IN WHICH WE SEEK A LOST LADY
CHAPTER XV. IN WHICH WE FIND THE HAUNTED WOOD
CHAPTER XVI. IN WHICH I AM RID OF AN UNPROFITABLE SERVANT
CHAPTER XVII. IN WHICH MY LORD AND I PLAY AT BOWLS
CHAPTER XVIII. IN WHICH WE GO OUT INTO THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XIX. IN WHICH WE HAVE UNEXPECTED COMPANY
CHAPTER XX. IN WHICH WE ARE IN DESPERATE CASE
CHAPTER XXI. IN WHICH A GRAVE IS DIGGED
CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH I CHANGE MY NAME AND OCCUPATION
CHAPTER XXIII. IN WHICH WE WRITE UPON THE SAND
CHAPTER XXIV. IN WHICH WE CHOOSE THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS
CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH MY LORD HATH HIS DAY
CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH I AM BROUGHT TO TRIAL
CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH I FIND AN ADVOCATE
CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH THE SPRINGTIME IS AT HAND
CHAPTER XXIX. IN WHICH I KEEP TRYST
CHAPTER XXX. IN WHICH WE START UPON A JOURNEY
CHAPTER XXXI. IN WHICH NANTAUQUAS COMES TO OUR RESCUE
CHAPTER XXXII. IN WHICH WE ARE THE GUESTS OF AN EMPEROR
CHAPTER XXXIII. IN WHICH MY FRIEND BECOMES MY FOE
CHAPTER XXXIV. IN WHICH THE RACE IS NOT TO THE SWIFT
CHAPTER XXXV. IN WHICH I COME TO THE GOVERNOR'S HOUSE
CHAPTER XXXVI. IN WHICH I HEAR ILL NEWS
CHAPTER XXXVII. IN WHICH MY LORD AND I PART COMPANY
CHAPTER XXXVIII. IN WHICH I GO UPON A QUEST
CHAPTER XXXIX. IN WHICH WE LISTEN TO A SONG
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
CHAPTER I IN WHICH I THROW AMBS-ACE
THE work of the day being over, I sat down upon my doorstep, pipe in
hand, to rest awhile in the cool of the evening. Death is not more still
than is this Virginian land in the hour when the sun has sunk away, and
it is black beneath the trees, and the stars brighten slowly and softly,
one by one. The birds that sing all day have hushed, and the horned
owls, the monster frogs, and that strange and ominous fowl (if fowl it
be, and not, as some assert, a spirit damned) which we English call the
whippoorwill, are yet silent. Later the wolf will howl and the panther
scream, but now there is no sound. The winds are laid, and the restless
leaves droop and are quiet. The low lap of the water among the reeds is
like the breathing of one who sleeps in his watch beside the dead.
I marked the light die from the broad bosom of the river, leaving it
a dead man's hue. Awhile ago, and for many evenings, it had been
crimson,--a river of blood. A week before, a great meteor had shot
through the night, blood-red and bearded, drawing a slow-fading fiery
trail across the heavens; and the moon had risen that same night
blood-red, and upon its disk there was drawn in shadow a thing most
marvelously like a scalping knife. Wherefore, the following day being
Sunday, good Mr. Stockham, our minister at Weyanoke, exhorted us to be
on our guard, and in his prayer besought that no sedition or rebellion
might raise its head amongst the Indian subjects of the Lord's anointed.
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PAGE
AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO 13
THE CAPTAIN'S CELEBRATION 35
JODE'S CIRCUS MONEY 51
JIMMY'S ERRAND 71
WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY AT HARDYVILLE 89
AN OLD DAGUERREOTYPE 113
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
"AT FIRST HE ALWAYS BROUGHT SOME BOY WITH HIM" (_See page 43_)
_Frontispiece_
"SHE LISTENED INTENTLY, EXPECTANTLY" 28
"SHE SAT SMILING HAPPILY IN THE DEPTHS OF THE BLACK SUNBONNET" 31
"MR. GATES KICKED HIS FEET AGAINST THE ANDIRONS" 93
AUNT 'LIZA'S HERO
AUNT 'LIZA BARNES leaned over the front gate at the end of the garden
path, and pulled her black sunbonnet farther over her wrinkled face to
shade her dim eyes from the glare of the morning sun. Something unusual
was happening down the street, judging from the rapidly approaching
noise and dust.
Aunt 'Liza had been weeding her little vegetable garden at the back of
the house when she first heard the confused shouting of many voices. She
thought it was a runaway, and hurried to the gate as fast as her
rheumatic joints would allow.
Runaway teams had often startled the sleepy streets of this little
Indiana village, but never before had such a wild procession raced
through its thoroughfares. Two well-grown calves dashed past, dragging
behind them an overturned, home-made cart, to which they were harnessed
by pieces of clothes-lines and rusty trace-chains.
Behind them came a breathless crowd of shouting boys and barking dogs.
They were gasping in the heat and the clouds of yellow dust their feet
had kicked up. Aunt 'Liza's black sunbonnet leaned farther over the gate
as she called shrilly to the boy who brought up the rear, "What's the
matter, Ben?"
The boy dropped out of the race and came back and leaned against the
fence, still grinning.
"Running isn't much in my line," he panted, as he wiped his fat,
freckled face on his shirtsleeve. "But it was too funny to see them
calves kick up their heels and light out. One is Joe Meadows's and one
is Jeff Whitman's. They're broke in to work single, and pull all right
that way. But the boys took a notion to make 'em work double. This is
the first time they've tried it. Put bits in their mouths, too, and
drive 'em with reins like horses. My! But didn't they go lickety-split!"
Aunt 'Liza chuckled. Seventy-five years had made her bent and feeble,
but her sense of fun and her sympathies were still fresh and quick.
Every boy in the place felt that she was his friend.
In her tumble-down cottage on the outskirts of the town she lived alone,
excepting when her drunken, thriftless son Henry came back to be taken
care of awhile. She supported herself by selling vegetables, chickens,
and eggs.
Most people had forgotten that she had once lived in much better
circumstances. Whatever longings she may have had for the prosperity of
her early days, no one knew about them. Perhaps it was because she never
talked of herself, and was so ready to listen to the complaints of
others, that everybody went to her with their troubles.
The racing calves soon came to a halt. In a few minutes the procession
came back, and halted quietly in front of the little garden gate. Jeff
was leading the calves, which looked around with mild, reproachful eyes,
as if wondering at the disturbance.
"Aunt 'Liza," said Jeff, "can you lend me a strap or something? The
reins broke. That's how they happened to get away from me."
"You can take the rope hanging up in the well-shed if you'll bring it
back before night."
"All right, Aunt 'Liza. I'll do as much for you some day. Just look at
Daisy and Bolivar! We're going to take them to the fair next fall, and
enter them as the fastest trotting calves on record."
"Boys are such harum-scarum creatures," said the old woman, as she bent
painfully over her weeding again. "Likely enough Jeff'll never think of
that rope another time."
But after dinner, as she sat out on a bench by the back door, smoking
her cob-pipe, Jeff came around the house with the rope on his arm.
"Sit down and rest a spell," insisted the old woman. "I get powerful
lonesome day in and day out, with scarcely anybody to pass a word with."
"Where's Henry?" Jeff asked.
"Off on another spree," she answered, bitterly. "I tell you, Jeff, it's
a hard thing for a mother to have to say about a son, but many and
many's the time I've wished the Lord had a-taken him when he was a
baby."
"Maybe he'll come all right yet, Aunt 'Liza," said Jeff.
"Not he. Not an honest day's work has he done since he left the army,"
she went on. "He was steady enough before the war, but camp life seemed
to upset him like. He was just a boy, you see, and he fell in with a
rough lot that started him to drinking and gambling. He's never been the
same since. Pity the war took my poor Mac instead. _He_ never would 'a'
left his old mother to drudge and slave to keep soul and body together."
Jeff listened in amazement to this sudden burst of confidence. He had
never heard her complain before, and scarcely knew how to answer her.
"Why, Aunt 'Liza, I never knew before that you had two sons!" he said.
"No, I suppose not," answered the old woman, sadly. "I suppose
everybody's forgotten him but me. My Mac never had his dues. He never
had justice done him. No, he never had justice done him." She kept
repeating the words.
"He ought to have come home a captain, with a sword, for he was a brave
boy, my Mac was. His picture is in the front room, if you've a mind to
step in and look at it, and his cap and his canteen are hanging on the
peg where he left them. Dear, dear! what a long time that's been!"
Jeff had all a boy's admiration for a hero. He took the faded cap
reverently from its peg to examine the bullet-hole in the crown. He
turned the battered canteen over and over, wishing he knew how it came
by all its dents and bruises. The face that looked out from the old
ambrotype with such steadfast eyes showed honesty in every line.
"Doesn't look much like old Henry," thought Jeff.
"Won't you tell me about him, Aunt 'Liza?" he asked, as he seated
himself on the door-step again. "I always did love to hear about the
war."
It was not often she had such an attentive listener. He questioned her
eagerly, and she took a childish delight in recalling every detail
connected with her "soldier-boy." It had been so many, many years since
she had spoken of him to any one.
"Yes, he was wounded twice," she told him, "and lay for weeks in a
hospital. Then he was six months in a Southern prison, and escaped and
joined the army again. He had risked his own life, too, to save his
colonel. Nobody had shown more courage and daring than he. Everybody
told me that, but other men were promoted and sent home with titles. My
boy came home to die, with only scars and a wasting fever."
Thrilled by her story, Jeff entered so fully into the spirit of the
recital that he, too, forgot that McIntyre Barnes was only one among
many thousands of heroes who were never raised above the rank of
private. Mother-love transfigured simple patriotism into more than
heroism.
As age came on she brooded over the thought more and more. Even the loss
of one son and the neglect by the other did not cause her now such
sorrow as that her country failed to recognize in her Mac the hero whom
she all but worshipped.
Jeff found himself repeating the old woman's words as he went toward
home late in the afternoon:
"No, Mac never had justice done him--he never had his dues."
Several days after that Jeff and Joe stopped at the house again to
borrow a pail.
"We forgot to water the calves this morning," Jeff explained, "and
they've had a pretty tough time hauling brush. They pull together
splendidly now. We've been clearing out Mr. Spalding's orchard."
"Look around and help yourselves," Aunt 'Liza answered, briskly. "When
once I get down on my knees to weed I'm too stiff to get up again in a
hurry. You'll find how it is, maybe, when you get into your seventies."
"Have you heard the news?" asked Joe, as he held the pail for Daisy to
drink.
"No. What, boys?"
"You know Decoration Day comes next week, and for once Stone Bluff is
going to celebrate. A brass band is coming over from Riggsville, and
they've sent to Indianapolis for some big speaker. There's going to be a
procession, and a lot of girls will march around, all dressed in white,
to decorate the graves."
Aunt 'Liza raised herself up painfully from the roll of carpet on which
she had been kneeling. A bunch of weeds was still clasped in her stiff
old fingers.
"Is it really so, Jeff?" she asked, tremulously, as he started to the
well for another pail of water. "Are they going to do all that?"
"Yes, Aunt 'Liza."
"If I cut down all my roses, won't you boys take 'em out to the
graveyard for me? I'm afraid nobody'll remember my poor Mac."
"Why, of course we will," they answered, heartily. "But why can't you go
yourself, Aunt 'Liza? Everybody's going."
Aunt 'Liza pushed back the big sunbonnet, and looked wistfully across
the meadows to a distant grove of cedar-trees that were outlined against
the clear May sky.
"It's been six years since I was out there. I'm too old and stiff ever
to walk that far again, but nobody knows how I long to go sometimes. I
s'pose I must wait now until I'm carried there; but then it'll be too
late to do anything for _him_."
Jeff looked at Joe, then at the hopeless expression of the wrinkled
face.
"I'll tell you what we can do, Aunt 'Liza," he said, eagerly. "If you
don't mind riding in such an outlandish rig, the cart is big enough to
hold you comfortably, and we'll make the calves pull you out there. Will
you go that way?"
Two tears that were rolling slowly down the furrows of her cheek dropped
off suddenly as she laughed aloud.
"Why, bless your heart, sonny," she exclaimed, pleased as a child. "I'd
ride behind a sheep to get there. What a fine picture we'll make, to be
sure! They'll put us in a comic almanac."
Then she added, solemnly, "I'll thank you to my dying day, boys; and
mark my words, the Lord will surely bless you for your kindness to a
lonely old woman."
When they were out of sight of the house Joe lay down on the grass and
rolled over and over in a fit of laughter.
"My eyes! what a figure we'll cut!" he gasped. "We'll have to go early,
or we'll have a crowd at our heels."
"Don't you suppose," said Jeff, "that the grave will be in pretty bad
shape, if she hasn't been out there for six years? If it is, she'll feel
worse than if she had stayed at home."
"There's a lot of 'em all grown up with weeds and briers, with nothing
but 'Unknown' marked on the headboards," answered Joe. "Let's get a
cartload of sod, and fix them all up this afternoon."
A little while later the rickety gate of the neglected burying-ground
opened to admit two boys shouldering spades and driving a team of
calves.
"Get up, Bolivar!" called Jeff; "you're working for your country now."
That Decoration Day was a memorable one in Stone Bluff. The earliest
sunshine that streaked the chimney-tops and gilded the broad Ohio,
flowing past the little town, found Aunt 'Liza Barnes in her garden. She
had stripped her bushes of early roses, and her borders of all their gay
old-fashioned flowers, to twist into wreaths to carry with her.
When the morning train came puffing in from Indianapolis a large crowd
had assembled at the station to catch a glimpse of Colonel Wake, the
orator of the day. Jeff Whitman was there, painfully conscious of being
dressed in his best, and of having a dreaded duty to perform.
He watched the colonel step into Judge Brown's carriage, and as it
disappeared from view he walked slowly down the street in the direction
it had gone.
All the morning Jeff hung around Judge Brown's house, trying to make up
his mind to carry out his plan. At last he set his teeth together, and
resolutely opened the gate. He felt ready to sink into the ground when
the judge himself opened the door. Jeff's voice sounded far away and
unnatural when he asked permission to speak to Colonel Wake.
In another moment the boy was in the dreaded presence, nervously
fingering his hat, and trying to recall his carefully prepared speech.
Then at sight of the colonel's smiling face his embarrassment vanished.
Before he realized it he had poured out the whole story of Aunt 'Liza's
hero.
"We are going to take her out there this afternoon," he said, in
conclusion. "She hasn't been for six years, and maybe she won't live to
go another year. She says people always praise Captain Bowles, who's
buried there, and Corporal Reed, and even the little drummer boy, but
they never say anything about her Mac. And--and--well, I thought if you
knew what a splendid soldier he was, and the brave things he did, maybe
you'd just mention him, too. It would please the old lady so much."
The colonel promised, and gave Jeff a hearty handshake, saying he wanted
to be introduced to Mrs. Barnes, and would depend on Jeff to point her
out to him.
Nearly every one walked out to Cedar Ridge. The way was not long, and
by-paths led through shady lanes, where blackberry vines and wild roses
trailed over the fence-corners.
Colonel Wake and the judge drove in a carriage. The flower girls were
drawn in a gaily decorated moving car, and carried flags and flowers. No
one saw Aunt 'Liza in her strange conveyance, for she had gone long
before the procession started.
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PROBLEMS IN PERICLEAN BUILDINGS
PRINCETON MONOGRAPHS IN ART AND ARCHAEOLOGY II
PROBLEMS IN
PERICLEAN BUILDINGS
BY
G. W. ELDERKIN, PH.D.
ASSISTANT PROFESSOR, PRECEPTOR IN ART AND ARCHAEOLOGY,
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
PRINCETON UNIVERSITY PRESS
PRINCETON
LONDON: HENRY FROWDE
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
1912
Copyright, 1912, by Princeton University Press
for the United States of America.
Printed by Princeton University Press,
Princeton, N. J., U. S. A.
CONTENTS
I. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE IRREGULARITY OF THE PROPYLAEA 1
II. AN INTERPRETATION OF THE CARYATID PORCH 13
III. THE ERECHTHEUM AS BUILT 19
IV. THE ERECHTHEUM AS PLANNED 49
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
1. EAST WINDOW OF THE PINAKOTHEKE.
2. THE PINAKOTHEKE AS SEEN FROM THE BASE OF THE BASTION OF THE TEMPLE OF
WINGLESS VICTORY.
3. THE PINAKOTHEKE AS SEEN FROM A POINT NEAR THE AXIS OF THE CENTRAL
PORTAL.
4. PLAN OF PROPYLAEA WITH ZIGZAG ROAD OF ASCENT.
5. SCENE ON AN ARCHAIC AMPHORA.
6. NORTH END OF WESTERN INTERIOR FOUNDATION OF THE ERECHTHEUM. VIEW FROM
THE EAST.
7. THE GROUND PLAN OF THE ERECHTHEUM AS BUILT.
8. THE NORTH SIDE OF THE DOOR IN THE WEST WALL.
9. NORTH WALL AT PLACE OF CONTACT WITH THE EASTERN CROSS-WALL.
10. THE CUTTING IN THE MARBLE BLOCK AT THE N. E. CORNER OF THE EASTERN
CELLA BELOW THE SUPPOSED FLOOR-LEVEL.
11. THE INTERIOR N. W. CORNER OF THE TEMPLE.
12. THE ORIGINAL PLAN OF THE ERECHTHEU
M.
I
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE IRREGULARITY OF THE PROPYLAEA
The irregular position of the door and the windows of the north-west
wing of the Propylaea has long been remarked, though no explanations of
the phenomenon have been offered. Bohn, _Die Propylaeen der Akropolis zu
Athen_, p. 23, says of the south wall of this wing: "Die Wand welche die
Halle von dem eigentlichen Gemach trennt, ist von einer Tuer und zwei
Fenstern durchbrochen. Erstere liegt jedoch nicht in der Mitte, die
letzteren wiederum unsymmetrisch zu ihr. Irgend einen Grund, irgend eine
axiale Beziehung zu den Saeulen vermochte ich in dieser abweichenden
Anordnung nicht zu finden." The east wall of the Erechtheum, on the
other hand (_A. J. A._, 1906, Pl. 8), was pierced by a central door and
two windows equidistant from it. That such symmetrical arrangement
should obtain in the Erechtheum and not in the closely contemporary
Propylaea very justly occasions surprise. It is the purpose of this
study to attempt to explain the irregularity in the latter.
The first fact to be observed with regard to the facade of the
Pinakotheke is concisely stated by Bohn (_op. cit._, p. 23): "Die
Stellung der Saeulen bestimmt sich dadurch dass die Tangente an die
Westseite der oestlichsten genau in die entsprechende Flucht der
Hexastylstuetzen faellt." The position of the anta at the eastern end of
the lesser colonnade is also fixed by the requirement that it stand
directly beneath a triglyph. This anta in turn determined the position
of the eastern window, for the west face of the anta and the window are
equidistant from the east wall of the Pinakotheke (Fig. 1). The
coincidence can hardly be accidental. If the position of the eastern
window was thus determined by considerations of appearance from a
well-defined exterior point of view, it is probable that the position
of the other two openings in the wall was similarly determined by a
point or points somewhere in the line of approach to the building rather
than by any consideration for objects within the Pinakotheke. Such a
point is readily found at the base of the Nike bastion, from which both
windows and door are simultaneously visible between the columns (Fig.
2). The western window appears at the extreme left of the
intercolumniation; the eastern, at the extreme right. If the observer
advance from this point toward the Pinakotheke, the windows remain
constantly in sight but appear to move more and more toward the middle
of the intercolumniations (Fig. 3).
Along no other line outside the portico can the three openings be viewed
thus simultaneously. Along the line noted, they may be viewed not only
simultaneously but in such mutual relation as to give a necessarily
varying yet satisfying appearance of symmetry. The facts point to two
almost unavoidable inferences: first, that the line of these points
determines for us the position of the last stretch of the zigzag road
which led up to the Acropolis; second, that the asymmetrical placing of
door and windows was due to the architect's desire that the facade
should produce a complete and unified impression upon the approaching
observer. This wish of the architect, further, explains the unusual
depth of the portico of the Pinakotheke. As has already been stated, the
position of the east window was fixed by the anta before it. Such being
the case, the depth of the portico was necessarily conditioned by the
visibility of the window from the bastion of the Nike temple. Had the
wall been moved forward, the window would in greater or less degree have
been concealed by a column, and the architect's purpose in so far
defeated. In view of the unusual depth of the portico the effect of
moving the wall still further back scarcely requires consideration.
[Illustration: FIGURE 1
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DON QUIXOTE
by Miguel de Cervantes
Translated by John Ormsby
Volume I.
Part 3.
CHAPTER VI.
OF THE DIVERTING AND IMPORTANT SCRUTINY WHICH THE CURATE AND THE BARBER
MADE IN THE LIBRARY OF OUR INGENIOUS GENTLEMAN
He was still sleeping; so the curate asked the niece for the keys of the
room where the books, the authors of all the mischief, were, and right
willingly she gave them. They all went in, the housekeeper with them, and
found more than a hundred volumes of big books very well bound, and some
other small ones. The moment the housekeeper saw them she turned about
and ran out of the room, and came back immediately with a saucer of holy
water and a sprinkler, saying, "Here, your worship, senor licentiate,
sprinkle this room; don't leave any magician of the many there are in
these books to bewitch us in revenge for our design of banishing them
from the world."
The simplicity of the housekeeper made the licentiate laugh, and he
directed the barber to give him the books one by one to see what they
were about, as there might be some to be found among them that did not
deserve the penalty of fire.
"No," said the niece, "there is no reason for showing mercy to any of
them; they have every one of them done mischief; better fling them out of
the window into the court and make a pile of them and set fire to them;
or else carry them into the yard, and there a bonfire can be made without
the smoke giving any annoyance." The housekeeper said the same, so eager
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The Heart of Una Sackville
by Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
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This book is not really in the same league as Pixie, but it
certainly is a well-written story about the inner life of a
young woman in search of a wooer and future husband in the
months and years after she leaves school. All the characters,
men and women, boys and girls, are well-drawn, and the book is
an enjoyable read, which we would recommend, particularly to the
fairer sex. Dated in 1895, it contains contains a good deal
of local and historical colour, and is worth reading for the
insight into the social background of girls of the professional
middle classes of those days.
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"THE HEART OF UNA SACKVILLE"
A TALE OF A YOUNG WOMAN'S SEARCH FOR THE FUTURE LOVE OF HER LIFE
BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY
CHAPTER ONE.
_May 13th, 1895_.
Lena Streatham gave me this diary. I can't think what possessed her,
for she has been simply hateful to me sometimes this last term. Perhaps
it was remorse, because it's awfully handsome, with just the sort of
back I like--soft Russia leather, with my initials in the corner, and a
clasp with a dear little key, so that you can leave it about without
other people seeing what is inside. I always intended to keep a diary
when I left school and things began to happen, and I suppose I must have
said so some day; I generally do blurt out what is in my mind, and Lena
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THE EDINBURGH LECTURES ON MENTAL SCIENCE
BY THOMAS TROWARD LATE DIVISIONAL JUDGE, PUNJAB
THE WRITER AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATES THIS LITTLE VOLUME TO HIS WIFE
FOREWORD.
This book contains the substance of a course of lectures recently given by
the writer in the Queen Street Hall, Edinburgh. Its purpose is to indicate
the _Natural Principles_ governing the relation between Mental Action and
Material Conditions, and thus to afford the student an intelligible
starting-point for the practical study of the subject.
T.T.
March, 1904.
CONTENTS.
I.--SPIRIT AND MATTER.
II.--THE HIGHER MODE OF INTELLIGENCE CONTROLS THE LOWER
III.--THE UNITY OF THE SPIRIT
IV.--SUBJECTIVE AND OBJECTIVE MIND
V.--FURTHER CONSIDERATIONS REGARDING SUBJECTIVE AND OBJECTIVE MIND
VI.--THE LAW OF GROWTH
VII.--RECEPTIVITY.
VIII.--RECIPROCAL ACTION OF THE UNIVERSAL AND INDIVIDUAL MINDS
IX.--CAUSES AND CONDITIONS
X.--INTUITION
XI.--HEALING
XII.--THE WILL
XIII.--IN TOUCH WITH SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
XIV.--THE BODY
XV.--THE SOUL
XVI.--THE SPIRIT
I.
SPIRIT AND MATTER.
In commencing a course of lectures on Mental Science, it is somewhat
difficult for the lecturer to fix upon the best method of opening the
subject. It can be approached from many sides, each with some peculiar
advantage of its own; but, after careful deliberation, it appears to me
that, for the purpose of the present course, no better starting-point could
be selected than the relation between Spirit and Matter. I select this
starting-point because the distinction--or what we believe to be such--
between them is one with which we are so familiar that I can safely assume
its recognition by everybody; and I may, therefore, at once state this
distinction by using the adjectives which we habitually apply as expressing
the natural opposition between the two--_living_ spirit and _dead_ matter.
These terms express our current impression of the opposition between spirit
and matter with sufficient accuracy, and considered only from the point of
view of outward appearances this impression is no doubt correct. The
general consensus of mankind is right in trusting the evidence of our
senses, and any system which tells us that we are not to do so will never
obtain a permanent footing in a sane and healthy community. There is
nothing wrong in the evidence conveyed to a healthy mind by the senses of a
healthy body, but the point where error creeps in is when we come to judge
of the meaning of this testimony. We are accustomed to judge only by
external appearances and by certain limited significances which we attach
to words; but when we begin to enquire into the real meaning of our words
and to analyse the causes which give rise to the appearances, we find our
old notions gradually falling off from us, until at last we wake up to the
fact that we are living in an entirely different world to that we formerly
recognized. The old limited mode of thought has imperceptibly slipped away,
and we discover that we have stepped out into a new order of things where
all is liberty and life. This is the work of an enlightened intelligence
resulting from persistent determination to discover what truth really is
irrespective of any preconceived notions from whatever source derived, the
determination to think honestly for ourselves instead of endeavouring to
get our thinking done for us. Let us then commence by enquiring what we
really mean by the livingness which we attribute to spirit and the deadness
which we attribute to matter.
At first we may be disposed to say that livingness consists in the power of
motion and deadness in its absence; but a little enquiry into the most
recent researches of science will soon show us that this distinction does
not go deep enough. It is now one of the fully-established facts of
physical science that no atom of what we call "dead matter" is without
motion. On the table before me lies a solid lump of steel, but in the light
of up-to-date science I know that the atoms of that seemingly inert mass
are vibrating with the most intense energy, continually dashing hither and
thither, impinging upon and rebounding from one another, or circling round
like miniature solar systems, with a ceaseless rapidity whose complex
activity is enough to bewilder the imagination. The mass, as a mass, may
lie inert upon the table; but so far from being destitute of the element of
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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.
Little Dot had lost her way in the bush. She knew it, and was very
frightened. She was too frightened in fact to cry, but stood in the
middle of a little dry, bare space, looking around her at the scraggy
growths of prickly shrubs that had torn her little dress to rags,
scratched her bare legs and feet till they bled, and pricked her hands
and arms as she had pushed madly through the bushes, for hours, seeking
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Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. Music
transcribed by Brian Foley using LilyPond.
_By Lady Gregory_
Irish Folk-History Plays
First Series: The Tragedies
Grania. Kincora. Dervorgilla
Second Series: The Tragic Comedies
The Canavans. The White Cockade. The Deliverer
New Comedies
The Bogie Men. The Full Moon. Coats. Damer's
Gold. McDonough's Wife
Our Irish Theatre
A Chapter of Autobiography
Seven Short Plays
Spreading the News. Hyacinth Halvey. The Rising
of the Moon. The Jackdaw. The Workhouse Ward.
The Travelling Man. The Gaol Gate
The Golden Apple
A Kiltartan Play for Children
Seven Short Plays
By
Lady Gregory
G. P. Putnam's Sons
New York and London
The Knickerbocker Press
1916
COPYRIGHT, 1903, by LADY AUGUSTA GREGORY
COPYRIGHT, 1904, by LADY GREGORY
COPYRIGHT, 1905, by LADY GREGORY
COPYRIGHT, 1906, by LADY GREGORY
COPYRIGHT, 1909, by LADY GREGORY
These plays have been copyrighted and published simultaneously in the
United States and Great Britain.
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign
languages.
All acting rights, both professional and amateur, are reserved in the
United States, Great Britain, and all countries of the Copyright
Union, by the author. Performances forbidden and right of presentation
reserved.
Application for the right of performing these plays or reading them in
public should be made to Samuel French, 28 West 38th St., New York
City, or 26 South Hampton St., Strand, London.
Second Impression
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
DEDICATION
_To you, W. B. YEATS, good praiser, wholesome dispraiser, heavy-handed
judge, open-handed helper of us all, I offer a play of my plays for
every night of the week, because you like them, and because you have
taught me my trade._
AUGUSTA GREGORY
_Abbey Theatre,
May 1, 1909._
CONTENTS
PAGE
SPREADING THE NEWS 1
HYACINTH HALVEY 29
THE RISING OF THE MOON 75
THE JACKDAW 93
THE WORKHOUSE WARD 137
THE TRAVELLING MAN 155
THE GAOL GATE 173
MUSIC FOR THE SONGS IN THE PLAYS 189
NOTES, &C. 196
SPREADING THE NEWS
PERSONS
_Bartley Fallon._
_Mrs. Fallon._
_Jack Smith._
_Shawn Early._
_Tim Casey._
_James Ryan._
_Mrs. Tarpey._
_Mrs. Tully._
_A Policeman_ (JO MULDOON).
_A Removable Magistrate._
SPREADING THE NEWS
_Scene: The outskirts of a Fair. An Apple Stall, Mrs. Tarpey
sitting at it. Magistrate and Policeman enter._
_Magistrate_: So that is the Fair Green. Cattle and sheep and mud. No
system. What a repulsive sight!
_Policeman_: That is so, indeed.
_Magistrate_: I suppose there is a good deal of disorder in this
place?
_Policeman_: There is.
_Magistrate_: Common assault?
_Policeman_: It's common enough.
_Magistrate_: Agrarian crime, no doubt?
_Policeman_: That is so.
_Magistrate_: Boycotting? Maiming of cattle? Firing into houses?
_Policeman_: There was one time, and there might be again.
_Magistrate_: That is bad. Does it go any farther than that?
_Policeman_: Far enough, indeed.
_Magistrate:_ Homicide, then! This district has been shamefully
neglected! I will change all that. When I was in the Andaman Islands,
my system never failed. Yes, yes, I will change all that. What has
that woman on her stall?
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Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again!
W. WORDSWORTH.
ESSAYS IN THE
STUDY OF FOLK-SONGS.
BY THE
COUNTESS EVELYN MARTINENGO-CESARESCO.
LONDON:
GEORGE REDWAY,
YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
MDCCCLXXXVI.
CONTENTS
PAGE
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[email protected]
CASSELL’S NATIONAL LIBRARY
* * * * *
TRAVELS
IN THE
INTERIOR OF AFRICA
BY
MUNGO PARK
VOL. I.
[Picture: Decorative graphic]
CASSELL & COMPANY Limited
_LONDON PARIS & MELBOURNE_
1893
INTRODUCTION
MUNGO PARK was born on the 10th of September, 1771, the son of a farmer
at Fowlshiels, near Selkirk. After studying medicine in Edinburgh, he
went out, at the age of twenty-one, assistant-surgeon in a ship bound for
the East Indies. When he came back the African Society was in want of an
explorer, to take the place of Major Houghton, who had died. Mungo Park
volunteered, was accepted, and in his twenty-fourth year, on the 22nd of
May, 1795, he sailed for the coasts of Senegal, where he arrived in June.
Thence he proceeded on the travels of which this book is the record. He
was absent from England for a little more than two years and a half;
returned a few days before Christmas, 1797. He was then twenty-six years
old. The African Association published the first edition of his travels
as “Travels in the Interior Districts of Africa, 1795–7, by Mungo Park,
with an Appendix containing Geographical Illustrations of Africa, by
Major Rennell.”
Park married, and settled at Peebles in medical practice, but was
persuaded by the Government to go out again. He sailed from Portsmouth
on the 30th of January, 1805, resolved to trace the Niger to its source
or perish in the attempt. He perished. The natives attacked him while
passing through a narrow strait of the river at Boussa, and killed him,
with all that remained of his party, except one slave. The record of
this fatal voyage, partly gathered from his journals, and closed by
evidences of the manner of his death, was first published in 1815, as
“The Journal of a Mission to the Interior of Africa in 1805, by Mungo
Park, together with other Documents, Official and Private, relating to
the same Mission. To which is prefixed an Account of the Life of Mr.
Park.”
H. M.
CHAPTER I.
JOURNEY FROM PORTSMOUTH TO THE GAMBIA.
SOON after my return from the East Indies in 1793, having learned that
the noblemen and gentlemen associated for the purpose of prosecuting
discoveries in the interior of Africa were desirous of engaging a person
to explore that continent, by the way of the Gambia river, I took
occasion, through means of the President of the Royal Society, to whom I
had the honour to be known, of offering myself for that service. I had
been informed that a gentleman of the name of Houghton, a captain in the
army, and formerly fort-major at Goree, had already sailed to the Gambia,
under the direction of the Association, and that there was reason to
apprehend he had fallen a sacrifice to the climate, or perished in some
contest with the natives. But this intelligence, instead of deterring me
from my purpose, animated me to persist in the offer of my services with
the greater solicitude. I had a passionate desire to examine into the
productions of a country so little known, and to become experimentally
acquainted with the modes of life and character of the natives. I knew
that I was able to bear fatigue, and I relied on my youth and the
strength of my constitution to preserve me from the effects of the
climate. The salary which the committee allowed was sufficiently large,
and I made no stipulation for future reward. If I should perish in my
journey, I was willing that my hopes and expectations should perish with
me; and if I should succeed in rendering the geography of Africa more
familiar to my countrymen, and in opening to their ambition and industry
new sources of wealth and new channels of commerce, I knew that I was in
the hands of men of honour, who would not fail to bestow that
remuneration which my successful services should appear to them to merit.
The committee of the Association having made such inquiries as they
thought necessary, declared themselves satisfied with the qualifications
that I possessed, and accepted me for the service; and, with that
liberality which on all occasions distinguishes their conduct, gave me
every encouragement which it was in their power to grant, or which I
could with propriety ask.
It was at first proposed that I should accompany Mr. James Willis, who
was then recently appointed consul at Senegambia, and whose countenance
in that capacity, it was thought, might have served and protected me; but
Government afterwards rescinded his appointment, and I lost that
advantage. The kindness of the committee, however, supplied all that was
necessary. Being favoured by the secretary of the Association, the late
Henry Beaufoy, Esq., with a recommendation to Dr. John Laidley (a
gentleman who had resided many years at an English factory on the banks
of the Gambia), and furnished with a letter of credit on him for £200, I
took my passage in the brig _Endeavour_—a small vessel trading to the
Gambia for beeswax and ivory, commanded by Captain Richard Wyatt—and I
became impatient for my departure.
My instructions were very plain and concise. I was directed, on my
arrival in Africa, “to pass on to the river Niger, either by way of
Bambouk, or by such other route as should be found most convenient. That
I should ascertain the course, and, if possible, the rise and termination
of that river. That I should use my utmost exertions to visit the
principal towns or cities in its neighbourhood, particularly Timbuctoo
and Houssa; and that I should be afterwards at liberty to return to
Europe, either by the way of the Gambia, or by such other route as, under
all the then existing circumstances of my situation and prospects, should
appear to me to be most advisable.”
We sailed from Portsmouth on the 22nd day of May, 1795. On the 4th of
June we saw the mountains over Mogadore, on the coast of Africa; and on
the 21st of the same month, after a pleasant voyage of thirty days, we
anchored at Jillifrey, a town on the northern bank of the river Gambia,
opposite to James’s Island, where the English had formerly a small fort.
The kingdom of Barra, in which the town of Jillifrey is situated,
produces great plenty of the necessaries of life; but the chief trade of
the inhabitants is in salt, which commodity they carry up the river in
canoes as high as Barraconda, and bring down in return Indian corn,
cotton cloths, elephants’ teeth, small quantities of gold dust, &c. The
number of canoes and people constantly employed in this trade makes the
king of Barra more formidable to Europeans than any other chieftain on
the river; and this circumstance probably encouraged him to establish
those exorbitant duties which traders of all nations are obliged to pay
at entry, amounting to nearly £20 on every vessel, great and small.
These duties or customs are generally collected in person by the
_alkaid_, or governor of Jillifrey, and he is attended on these occasions
by a numerous train of dependants, among whom are found many who, by
their frequent intercourse with the English, have acquired a smattering
of our language: but they are commonly very noisy and very troublesome,
begging for everything they fancy with such earnestness and importunity,
that traders, in order to get quit of them, are frequently obliged to
grant their requests.
On the 23rd we departed from Jillifrey, and proceeded to Vintain, a town
situated about two miles up a creek on the southern side of the river.
This place is much resorted to by Europeans on account of the great
quantities of beeswax which are brought hither for sale; the wax is
collected in the woods by the Feloops, a wild and unsociable race of
people. Their country, which is of considerable extent, abounds in rice;
and the natives supply the traders, both on the Gambia and Cassamansa
rivers, with that article, and also with goats and poultry, on very
reasonable terms. The honey which they collect is chiefly used by
themselves in making a strong intoxicating liquor, much the same as the
mead which is produced from honey in Great Britain.
In their traffic with Europeans, the Feloops generally employ a factor or
agent of the Mandingo nation, who speaks a little English, and is
acquainted with the trade of the river. This broker makes the bargain;
and, with the connivance of the European, receives a certain part only of
the payment, which he gives to his employer as the whole; the remainder
(which is very truly called the _cheating money_) he receives when the
Feloop is gone, and appropriates to himself as a reward for his trouble.
The language of the Feloops is appropriate and peculiar; and as their
trade is chiefly conducted, as hath been observed, by Mandingoes, the
Europeans have no inducement to learn it.
On the 26th we left Vintain, and continued our course up the river,
anchoring whenever the tide failed us, and frequently towing the vessel
with the boat. The river is deep and muddy; the banks are covered with
impenetrable thickets of mangrove; and the whole of the adjacent country
appears to be flat and swampy.
The Gambia abounds with fish, some species of which are excellent food;
but none of them that I recollect are known in Europe. At the entrance
from the sea sharks are found in great abundance, and, higher up,
alligators and the hippopotamus (or river-horse) are very numerous.
In six days after leaving Vintain we reached Jonkakonda, a place of
considerable trade, where our vessel was to take in part of her lading.
The next morning the several European traders came from their different
factories to receive their letters, and learn the nature and amount of
her cargo; and the captain despatched a messenger to Dr. Laidley to
inform him of my arrival. He came to Jonkakonda the morning following,
when I delivered him Mr. Beaufoy’s letter, and he gave me a kind
invitation to spend my time at his house until an opportunity should
offer of prosecuting my journey. This invitation was too acceptable to
be refused, and being furnished by the Doctor with a horse and guide, I
set out from Jonkakonda at daybreak on the 5th of July, and at eleven
o’clock arrived at Pisania, where I was accommodated with a room and
other conveniences in the Doctor’s house.
Pisania is a small village in the king of Yany’s dominions, established
by British subjects as a factory for trade, and inhabited solely by them
and their black servants. It is situated on the banks of the Gambia,
sixteen miles above Jonkakonda. The white residents, at the time of may
arrival there, consisted only of Dr. Laidley, and two gentlemen who were
brothers, of the name of Ainsley; but their domestics were numerous.
They enjoyed perfect security under the king’s protection, and being
highly esteemed and respected by the natives at large, wanted no
accommodation or comfort which the country could supply, and the greatest
part of the trade in slaves, ivory, and gold was in their hands.
Being now settled for some time at my ease, my first object was to learn
the Mandingo tongue, being the language in almost general use throughout
this part of Africa, and without which I was fully convinced that I never
could acquire an extensive knowledge of the country or its inhabitants.
In this pursuit I was greatly assisted by Dr. Laidley.
In researches of this kind, and in observing the manners and customs of
the natives, in a country so little known to the nations of Europe, and
furnished with so many striking and uncommon objects of nature, my time
passed not unpleasantly, and I began to flatter myself that I had escaped
the fever, or seasoning, to which Europeans, on their first arrival in
hot climates, are generally subject. But on the 31st of July I
imprudently exposed myself to the night-dew in observing an eclipse of
the moon, with a view to determine the longitude of the place; the next
day I found myself attacked with a smart fever and delirium, and such an
illness followed as confined me to the house during the greatest part of
August. My recovery was very slow, but I embraced every short interval
of convalescence to walk out, and make myself acquainted with the
productions of the country.
In one of those excursions, having rambled farther than usual, on a hot
day, I brought on a return of my fever, and on the 10th of September I
was again confined to my bed. The fever, however, was not so violent as
before; and in the course of three weeks I was able, when the weather
would permit, to renew my botanical excursions; and when it rained, I
amused myself with drawing plants, &c., in my chamber. The care and
attention of Dr. Laidley contributed greatly to alleviate my sufferings;
his company and conversation beguiled the tedious hours during that
gloomy season, when the rain falls in torrents; when suffocating heats
oppress by day, and when the night is spent by the terrified travellers
in listening to the croaking of frogs (of which the numbers are beyond
imagination), the shrill cry of the jackal, and the deep howling of the
hyæna, a dismal concert, interrupted only by the roar of such tremendous
thunder as no person can form a conception of but those who have heard
it.
The country itself being an immense level, and very generally covered
with wood, presents a tiresome and gloomy uniformity to the eye; but
although Nature has denied to the inhabitants the beauties of romantic
landscapes, she has bestowed on them, with a liberal hand, the more
important blessings of fertility and abundance. A little attention to
cultivation procures a sufficiency of corn, the fields afford a rich
pasturage for cattle, and the natives are plentifully supplied with
excellent fish, both from the Gambia river and the Walli creek.
The grains which are chiefly cultivated are—Indian corn (_zea mays_); two
kinds of _holcus spicatus_, called by the natives _soono_ and _sanio_;
_holcus niger_, and _holcus bicolor_, the former of which they have named
_bassi woolima_, and the latter _bassiqui_. These, together with rice,
are raised in considerable quantities; besides which, the inhabitants in
the vicinity of the towns and villages have gardens which produce onions,
calavances, yams, cassavi, ground nuts, pompions, gourds, water-melons,
and some other esculent plants.
I observed likewise, near the towns, small patches of cotton and indigo.
The former of these articles supplies them with clothing, and with the
latter they dye their cloth of an excellent blue colour, in a manner that
will hereafter be described.
In preparing their corn for food, the natives use a large wooden mortar
called a _paloon_, in which they bruise the seed until it parts with the
outer covering, or husk, which is then separated from the clean corn by
exposing it to the wind, nearly in the same manner as wheat is cleared
from the chaff in England. The corn thus freed from the husk is returned
to the mortar and beaten into meal, which is dressed variously in
different countries; but the most common preparation of it among the
nations of the Gambia is a sort of pudding which they call _kouskous_.
It is made by first moistening the flour with water, and then stirring
and shaking it about in a large calabash, or gourd, till it adheres
together in small granules resembling sago. It is then put into an
earthen pot, whose bottom is perforated with a number of small holes; and
this pot being placed upon another, the two vessels are luted together
either with a paste of meal and water, or with cows’ dung, and placed
upon the fire. In the lower vessel is commonly some animal food and
water, the steam or vapour of which ascends through the perforations in
the bottom of the upper vessel, and softens and the kouskous, which is
very much esteemed throughout all the countries that I visited. I am
informed that the same manner of preparing flour is very generally used
on the Barbary coast, and that the dish so prepared is there called by
the same name. It is therefore probable that the <DW64>s borrowed the
practice from the Moors.
Their domestic animals are nearly the same as in Europe. Swine are found
in the woods, but their flesh is not esteemed. Probably the marked
abhorrence in which this animal is held by the votaries of Mohammed has
spread itself among the pagans. Poultry of all kinds, the turkey
excepted, is everywhere to be had. The guinea-fowl and red partridge
abound in the fields, and the woods furnish a small species of antelope,
of which the venison is highly and deservedly prized.
Of the other wild animals in the Mandingo countries, the most common are
the hyæna, the panther, and the elephant. Considering the use that is
made of the latter in the East Indies, it may be thought extraordinary
that the natives of Africa have not, in any part of this immense
continent, acquired the skill of taming this powerful and docile
creature, and applying his strength and faculties to the service of man.
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NO AND OTHER STORIES.
COMPILED BY UNCLE HUMPHREY.
1851.
CONTENTS.
Preface
No
Willy and the Beggar Girl
The Good Son
The Sick Mother
Cornelia's Prayer
Forgiveness
The Guilty Conscience
Acorn Hollow
Industry and Idleness
Envy
Conclusion
PREFACE.
This little book has been prepared for the instruction and amusement of
my dear young friends, and it is hoped that they will be profited by its
perusal. It will show them their duty, and lead them to perform it.
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PERFUMES
AND THEIR PREPARATION.
CONTAINING
COMPLETE DIRECTIONS FOR MAKING HANDKERCHIEF PERFUMES,
SMELLING-SALTS, SACHETS, FUMIGATING PASTILS; PREPARATIONS
FOR THE CARE OF THE SKIN, THE MOUTH,
THE HAIR; COSMETICS, HAIR DYES, AND
OTHER TOILET ARTICLES.
WITH A
DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF AROMATIC SUBSTANCES; THEIR
NATURE, TESTS OF PURITY, AND WHOLESALE
MANUFACTURE.
BY
GEORGE WILLIAM ASKINSON, DR. CHEM.,
MANUFACTURER OF PERFUMERY.
TRANSLATED FROM THE THIRD GERMAN EDITION BY
ISIDOR FURST.
(WITH CORRECTIONS AND ADDITIONS BY SEVERAL EXPERTS.)
Illustrated with 32 Engravings.
NEW YORK:
N. W. HENLEY & CO.,
150 NASSAU ST.
LONDON:
E. & F. N. SPON,
125, STRAND.
1892.
COPYRIGHTED, 1892,
BY
NORMAN W. HENLEY & CO.
PREFACE.
The great progress which the art of perfumery has made during recent
times is due to several causes, the chief one of which is fully
realized only by the manufacturer on a large scale, who stands, as
it were, behind the scenes and has access to facts and information
concerning the materials he uses, which are not so easily accessible
to the dilettante in perfumery, or remain altogether unknown to the
latter. This important factor is the advance in our knowledge of the
physical and chemical properties of the several substances used in
perfumery, whereby we can better discriminate between the genuine
and the spurious, the choicest and the inferior, thus insuring, at
the very start, a satisfactory result, instead of being compelled to
resort to wasteful experimentation and empiricism. A better knowledge
has also been gained of the sources of the commercial varieties of
many of the crude products, and a better insight into the conditions
affecting their qualities or properties. A more exhaustive study of
the proximate principles of many of the essential oils has thrown
an entirely new light upon this heretofore obscure class of bodies,
placing into our hands new products of definite chemical composition,
unvarying in physical properties, and many of them valuable additions
to the perfumer’s stock of ingredients. Synthetic chemistry has also
added to the list of materials required by the perfumer, and is surely
going to add many more to it hereafter. Though some of these, like
the new artificial musk, are not yet in a condition to enter into
serious competition with the natural products, yet it is merely a
question of time when the latter need no longer be depended upon. The
increasing demands for the staple articles used by the perfumer have
also caused a large increase in the cultivation of many important
plants in various parts of the world, and have led to the establishment
of new plantations, in some cases to such an extent that the commercial
relations have been entirely revolutionized, new territories producing
larger crops and a finer product than the old home of the plant. The
exploration of hitherto unknown or imperfectly known countries has
also largely added to the perfumer’s art, and is likely to continue to
do this for a long time to come, since it is now well known that vast
districts, more particularly in tropical Africa, are inhabited by a
flora abounding in new odoriferous plants.
In spite of all this expansion of the perfumer’s stock of trade,
however, which results in the periodical introduction of new compounds,
there is a very large number of popular odorous mixtures which remain
in steady demand, having taken such firm root among civilized nations
that they are not likely to be displaced. It is more particularly with
a view to afford information regarding these latter that a work like
the present is desirable and necessary. A treatise on perfumery is
expected to place into the hands of the purchaser reasonably reliable
processes for preparing the most generally approved simple or compound
perfumes, as well as accurate information concerning the origin and
properties of the various ingredients, together with practical hints
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PUNCH LIBRARY OF HUMOUR
Edited by J. A. HAMMERTON
Designed to provide in a series of volumes, each complete in itself,
the cream of our national humour, contributed by the masters of comic
draughtsmanship and the leading wits of the age to “Punch,” from its
beginning in 1841 to the present day.
MR. PUNCH IN SOCIETY
[Illustration]
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that occasion when I made such an awful ass of myself?”
_She._ “_Which?_”]
MR. PUNCH IN SOCIETY
BEING THE HUMOURS OF SOCIAL LIFE
_WITH 133 ILLUSTRATIONS_
BY
GEORGE DU MAURIER, CHARLES KEENE, PHIL MAY, L. RAVEN-HILL, C.
E. BROCK, J. BERNARD PARTRIDGE, A. S. BOYD, REGINALD CLEAVER,
LEWIS BAUMER, F. H. TOWNSEND AND OTHERS
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LIFE IN LONDON
COUNTRY LIFE
IN THE HIGHLANDS
SCOTTISH HUMOUR
IRISH HUMOUR
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TIMID HARE
The Little Captive
by
MARY H. WADE
Author of "Little Cousin Series", etc.
Illustrated by Louis Betts
Whitman Publishing Co.
Racine -- Chicago
1916
[Illustration: Cover Art]
[Frontispiece: Buffalo Rib was a Handsome Youth.]
CONTENTS
CAPTURED
BEFORE THE CHIEF
THE NEW HOME
HARD WORK
THE CHANGE
THE VISIT
THE MISCHIEF MAKER
THE HAPPY DAY
THE DOG FEAST
THE FESTIVAL
MOVING DAY
THE JOURNEY
THE MEDICINE MAN
THE WINTER HUNT
List of Color Plates
Buffalo Rib Was a Handsome Youth
The Stone and Her Son Black Bull Were Hurrying Home
"Sweet Grass, Listen to Me" [Missing from book]
"I Soon Had a Fire Started"
Black Bull Was Helpless
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GOLD AND INCENSE
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GOLD AND INCENSE
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[Illustration: A MISTY MORNING, NEWBY BRIDGE, WINDERMERE]
THE ENGLISH LAKES
PAINTED BY A. HEATON COOPER • DESCRIBED BY WM. T. PALMER • PUBLISHED BY
ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK • LONDON • MCMVIII
[Illustration: Lotus Logo]
AGENTS IN AMERICA
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
64 & 66 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK
First Edition _July_, 1905
Second Edition _October_, 1908
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER II
BY STEAM YACHT ON WINDERMERE 9
CHAPTER III
BY WORDSWORTH’S ROTHAY 30
CHAPTER IV
RYDAL AND GRASMERE 36
CHAPTER V
ESTHWAITE WATER AND OLD HAWKSHEAD 49
CHAPTER VI
CONISTON WATER 60
CHAPTER VII
THE MOODS OF WASTWATER 79
CHAPTER VIII
THE GLORY OF ENNERDALE 98
CHAPTER IX
BY SOFT LOWESWATER 106
CHAPTER X
CRUMMOCK WATER 116
CHAPTER XI
BUTTERMERE 124
CHAPTER XII
THE CHARMS OF DERWENTWATER 137
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NEW THEORIES IN ASTRONOMY
BY
WILLIAM STIRLING
CIVIL ENGINEER
[Illustration]
London:
E. & F. N. SPON, LIMITED, 57 HAYMARKET
New York:
SPON & CHAMBERLAIN, 123 LIBERTY STREET
1906
TO THE READER.
Mr. William Stirling, Civil Engineer, who devoted the last years of his
life to writing this work, was born in Kilmarnock, Scotland, his father
being the Rev. Robert Stirling, D.D., of that city, and his brothers,
the late Mr. Patrick Stirling and Mr. James Stirling, the well known
engineers and designers of Locomotive Engines for the Great Northern
and South Eastern Railways respectively.
After completing his studies in Scotland he settled in South America,
and was engaged as manager and constructing engineer in important
railway enterprises on the west coast, besides other concerns both in
Peru and Chile; his last work being the designing and construction
of the railway from the port of Tocopilla on the Pacific Ocean to
the Nitrate Fields of Toco in the interior, the property of the
Anglo-Chilian and Nitrate Railway Company.
He died in Lima, Peru, on the 7th October, 1900, much esteemed and
respected, leaving the MS. of the present work behind him, which is now
published as a tribute to his memory, and wish to put before those who
are interested in the Science of Astronomy his theories to which he
devoted so much thought.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION. 1
CHAPTER I.
The bases of modern astronomy. Their late formation 18
Instruments and measures used by ancient astronomers 19
Weights and measures sought out by modern astronomers 20
Means employed to discover the density of the earth.
Measuring by means of plummets not sufficiently exact 20
Measurements with torsion and chemical balances more accurate 21
Sir George B. Airy's theory,
and experiments at the Harton colliery 22
Results of experiments not reliable.
Theory contrary to the Law of Attraction 23
Proof by arithmetical calculation of its error 24
Difficulties in comparing beats of pendulums at top
and bottom of a mine 26
The theory upheld by text-books without proper examination 27
Of a particle of matter within the shell of a hollow sphere.
Not exempt from the law of Attraction 28
A particle so situated confronted with the law of the
inverse square ofdistance from an attracting body.
Remarks thereon 29
It is not true that the attraction of a spherical shell
is "zero" for a particle of matter within it 31
CHAPTER II.
The moon cannot have even an imaginary rotation on its axis,
but is generally believed to have.
Quotations to prove this 33
Proofs that there can be no rotation. The most confused
assertion that there is rotation shown to be without
foundations 35
A gin horse does not rotate on its axis in its revolution 37
A gin horse, or a substitute, driven instead of being a driver 38
Results of the wooden horse being driven by the mill 38
The same results produced by the revolution of the moon.
Centrifugal force sufficient to drive air and water
away from our side of the moon 39
That force not sufficient to drive them away from
its other side 40
No one seems ever to have thought of centrifugal force in
connection with air and water on the moon 41
Near approach made by Hansen to this notion 41
Far-fetched reasons given for the non-appearance
of air and water 42
The moon must have both on the far-off hemisphere 44
Proofs of this deduced from its appearance at change 44
Where the evidences of this may be seen if looked for
at the right place. The centrifugal force shown to
be insufficient to drive off even air, and less water,
altogether from the moon 45
The moon must have rotated on its axis at one period
of its existence 47
The want of polar compression no proof to the contrary 48
Want of proper study gives rise to extravagant conceptions,
jumping at conclusions, and formation of
"curious theories" 48
CHAPTER III.
Remarks on some of the principal cosmogonies. Ancient notions 49
The Nebular hypothesis of Laplace. Early opinions on it.
Received into favour. Again condemned as erroneous 50
Defects attributed to it as fatal. New cosmogonies advanced 51
Dr. Croll's collision, or impact, theory discussed 53
Dr. Braun's cosmogony examined 59
M. Faye's "Origine du Monde" defined 61
Shown to be without proper foundation, confused, and
in some parts contradictory 65
Reference to other hypotheses not noticed. All more or less
only variations on the nebular hypothesis 70
Necessity for more particular examination into it 71
CHAPTER IV.
Preliminaries to analysis of the Nebular hypothesis 72
Definition of the hypothesis 73
Elements of solar system. Tables of dimensions and masses 75
Explanation of tables and density of Saturn 78
Volume, density and mass of Saturn's rings, general remarks
about them, and satellites to be made from them 79
Future of Saturn's rings 79
Notions about Saturn's satellites and their masses 80
Nature of rings seemingly not well understood 81
Masses given to the satellites of Uranus and Neptune.
Explanations of 81
Volumes of the members of the solar system at density of water 82
CHAPTER V.
Analysis of the Nebular Hypothesis. Separation from the nebula
of the rings for the separate planets, etc. 83
Excessive heat attributed to the nebula erroneous
and impossible 84
Centigrade thermometer to be used for temperatures 85
Temperature of the nebula not far from absolute zero 86
Erroneous ideas about glowing gases produced by collisions
of their atoms, or particles of cosmic matter in the
form of vapours 86
Separation of ring for Neptune. It could not have been
thrown off in one mass, but in a sheet of cosmic matter 87
Thickness and dimensions of the ring 88
Uranian ring abandoned, and its dimensions 89
Saturnian ring do. do. 90
Jovian ring do. do. 91
Asteroidal ring do. do. 93
Martian ring do. do. 94
Earth ring do. do. 95
Venus ring do. do. 96
Mercurian ring do. do. 97
Residual mass. Condensation of Solar Nebula to various
diameters, and relative temperatures and densities 98
Unaccountable confusion in the mode of counting absolute
temperature examined and explained. Negative 274 degrees
of heat only equal 2 degrees of absolute temperature 100
The Centigrade thermometric scale no better than any other,
and cannot be made decimal 103
The sun's account current with the Nebula drawn up and
represented by Table III. 104
CHAPTER VI.
Analysis continued. Excessive heat of nebula involved
condensation only at the surface. Proof that this
was Laplace's idea 108
Noteworthy that some astronomers still believe in
excessive heat 109
Interdependence of temperature and pressure in gases
and vapours. Collisions of atoms the source of heat 110
Conditions on which a nebula can be incandescent.
Sir Robert Ball 110
No proper explanation yet given of incandescent
or glowing gas 112
How matter was thrown off, or abandoned by the Jovian nebula 115
Division into rings of matter thrown off determined
during contraction 116
How direct rotary motion was determined by friction and
collisions of particles 117
Saturn's rings going through the same process.
Left to show process 118
Form gradually assumed by nebulae. Cause of Saturn's
square-shouldered appearance 120
A lens-shaped nebula could not be formed by
surface condensation 120
Retrograde rotary motion of Neptune and Uranus, and
revolution of their satellites recognised by
Laplace as possible 121
Satellites of Mars. Rapid revolution of inner one may
be accounted for 123
Laplace's proportion of 4000 millions not reduced but
enormously increased by discoveries of this century 124
CHAPTER VII.
Analysis continued. No contingent of heat could be imparted
to any planet by the parent nebula 126
Only one degree of heat added to the nebula from the
beginning till it had contracted to the density
of 1/274th of an atmosphere 127
Increase in temperature from 0 deg. to possible average of 274 deg.
when condensed to 4,150,000 miles in diameter 127
Time when the sun could begin to act as sustainer of life
and light anywhere. Temperature of space 128
The ether devised as carrier of light, heat, etc.
What effect it might have on the nebula 129
First measure of its density, as far as we know 130
The estimate _too_ high. May be many times less 133
Return to the solar nebula at 63,232,000 miles in diameter 134
Plausible reason for the position of Neptune not conforming
to Bode's Law. The ring being very wide had separated
into two rings 134
Bode's law reversed. Ideas suggested by it 135
Rates of acceleration of revolution from one
planet to another 137
Little possibility of there being a planet in
the position assigned to Vulcan 138
Densities of planets compared. Seem to point to differences
in the mass of matter abandoned by the nebula at
different periods 138
Giving rise to the continuous sheet of matter separating
into different masses. Probably the rings had to arrive
at a certain stage of density before contracting
circumferentially 139
Possible average temperature of the sun at the present day.
Central heat probably very much greater 140
Churning of matter going on in the interior of the sun,
caused by unequal rotation between the equator
and the poles 140
CHAPTER VIII.
Inquiry into the Interior Construction of the Earth.
What is really known of the exterior or surface 142
What is known of the interior 143
Little to be learned from Geology, which reaches
very few miles down 144
Various notions of the interior 145
What is learnt from earthquake and volcanoes.
Igno-aqueous fusion, liquid magma. 146
Generally believed that the earth consists of solid matter
to the centre. Mean density. Surface density 147
More detailed estimate of densities near the surface 148
Causes of increased surface density after the crust
was formed 148
Calculations of densities for 9 miles deep, and from
there to the centre forming Table IV. 150
Reflections on the results of the calculations 151
Notion that the centre is composed of the heaviest metals.
"Sorting-out" theory absurd 151
Considerations as to how solid matter got to the centre 152
Gravitation might carry it there, but attraction could not 153
How the earth could be made out of cosmic matter,
meteorites or meteors 154
CHAPTER IX.
Inquiry into the Interior Construction of
the Earth--_continued_ 165
The earth gasiform at one period. Density including the moon
may have been 1/10,000th that of air. Must have been a
hollow body. Proofs given 166
Division of the mass of the earth alone into two parts 169
Division of the two masses at 817 miles from surface 171
Reasons why the earth cannot be solid to the centre 172
Gasiform matter condensing in a cone leaves apex empty 172
Proportions of the matter in a cone 173
Calculations of the densities of the outer half of the hollow
shell of the earth. Remarks upon the condensation 174
Calculations of inner half of the hollow shell 175
Remarks upon position of inner surface of the shell 177
Calculations of the same 179
CHAPTER X.
Inquiry into the interior construction of
the Earth--_continued_ 184
Density of 8.8 times that of water still too high for the
possible compression of the component matter of the
earth as known to us 185
Reasons for this conclusion drawn from crushing strains
of materials 186
A limit to density shown thereby 187
The greatest density need not exceed 6.24 of water 188
Gases shut up in the hollow centre. Their weight must so
far diminish the conceded maximum of 6.24 189
Density of inner half of earth at 3000 miles diameter.
Greatest density may be less than 5.833 of water 190
Supposed pressure of inclosed gases very moderate 191
Meaning of heat limit to density. Temperature of interior
half of shell and inclosed gases must be equal 193
State of the hollow interior 194
Results of the whole inquiry 195
CHAPTER XI.
The Earth. The idea entertained by some celebrated men,
and others 197
Difficulties of forming a sphere out of a lens-shaped nebula 199
Various studies of the earth's interior made for special
purposes. Difficulty some people find in conceiving
how the average density of little over 5.66 can be
possible, the earth being a hollow sphere 200
What is gained by its being a hollow shell 201
Geological theories of the interior discussed. Volcanoes
and earthquakes in relation to the interior 202
Liquid matter on the interior surface of the shell, and
gases in the hollow, better means for eruptions than
magma layers 206
Focal depths of earthquakes within reach of water,
but not of lavas 207
Minute vesicles in granite filled with gases, oxygen and
hydrogen, but not water 209
The Moon. A small edition of the earth 211
Rotation stopped. Convulsions and cataclysms caused thereby.
Air, water, vapour driven off thereby to far-off
hemisphere. Liquid matter in hollow interior would
gravitate to the inside of the nearest hemisphere 212
Form and dimensions during rotation. Altered form after
it stopped 213
Agreeing very closely with Hansen's "curious theory" 214
CHAPTER XII.
Some of the results arising from the sun's being
a hollow sphere 215
Repetition of the effects of condensation on the
temperature of the nebula 216
Ideas called up by the apparently anomalous increase
of temperature 217
How heat is carried from the sun to the earth 218
The sun supposed to radiate heat only to bodies that can
receive and hold it, and not to all space. The heat
of the sun accumulated in a hot box to considerably
beyond the boiling point of water 219
The heat accumulated in this way supposed to be due to a
peculiar function of the ether, as it is a fact that
heat can be radiated from a cold to a hot body 220
The sun must be gaseous, or rather gasiform, throughout.
No matter in it solid or even liquid. Divisions and
densities of shell 221
The hollow centre filled with gases, whose mass naturally
diminishes the mean density of the whole body 222
The amount of this reduction so far defined. The presence
of gases or vapours in the hollow a natural result
of condensation 223
The hollow centre filled with gases not incompatible with
the sun's being a hollow sphere. The temperature at
the centre may be anything, not depending on any
law of gases 223
Further exposition of hollow-sphere theory put off till after
further development of the construction of the sun 224
CHAPTER XIII.
The ether. Its nature considered. Behaves like a gas 226
Can be pumped out of a receive 227
Light and heat do not pass through a tube _in vacuo_.
Laboratory experiments examined 228
Light and darkness in a partial vacuum, though high 229
Electricity not a carrying agent 230
Why there are light and dark strata in a high vacuum 232
The real carrying agent through a high vacuum is the residue
of ether left in it. Digression to consider the aurora 233
How air may be carried to extraordinary heights. Zones of
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HUMBOLDT
By Robert G. Ingersoll
HUMBOLDT
THE UNIVERSE IS GOVERNED BY LAW.
GREAT men seem to be a part of the infinite--brothers of the mountains
and the seas.
Humboldt was one of these. He was one of those serene men, in some
respects like our own Franklin, whose names have all the lustre of a
star. He was one of the few, great enough to rise above the superstition
and prejudice of his time, and to know that experience, observation, and
reason are the only basis of knowledge.
He became one of the greatest of men in spite of having been born rich
and noble--in spite of position. I say in spite of these things,
because wealth and position are generally the enemies of genius, and the
destroyers of talent.
It is often said of this or that man, that he is a self-made man--that
he was born of the poorest and humblest parents, and that with every
obstacle to overcome he became great. This is a mistake. Poverty is
generally an advantage. Most of the intellectual giants of the world
have been nursed at the sad and loving breast of poverty. Most of those
who have climbed highest on the shining ladder of fame commenced at the
lowest round. They were reared in the straw-thatched cottages of Europe;
in the log-houses of America; in the factories of the great cities; in
the midst of toil; in the smoke and din of labor, and on the verge of
want. They were rocked by the feet of mothers whose hands, at the same
time, were busy with the needle or the wheel.
It is hard for the rich to resist the thousand allurements of pleasure,
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THE MYSTERY OF WITCH-FACE MOUNTAIN
CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK
THE MYSTERY OF WITCH-FACE
MOUNTAIN
AND OTHER STORIES
BY
CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1895
Copyright, 1895,
BY MARY N. MURFREE.
_All rights reserved._
_The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A._
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
THE MYSTERY OF WITCH-FACE MOUNTAIN 1
TAKING THE BLUE RIBBON AT THE COUNTY FAIR 165
THE CASTING VOTE 200
THE MYSTERY OF WITCH-FACE MOUNTAIN.
I.
The beetling crags that hang here and there above the gorge hold in
their rugged rock sculpture no facial similitudes, no suggestions. The
jagged outlines of shelving bluffs delineate no gigantic profile
against the sky beyond. One might seek far and near, and scan the vast
<DW72> with alert and expectant gaze, and view naught of the semblance
that from time immemorial has given the mountain its name. Yet the
imagination needs but scant aid when suddenly the elusive simulacrum
is revealed to the eye. In a certain slant of the diurnal light, even
on bright nights at the full of the moon, sometimes in the uncanny
electric flicker smitten from a storm-cloud, a gigantic peaked
sinister face is limned on the bare, sandy <DW72>, so definite, with
such fixity of lineament, that one is amazed that the perception of it
came no earlier, and is startled when it disappears.
Disappearing as completely as a fancy, few there are who have ever
seen it who have not climbed from the herder's trail across the
narrow wayside stream and up the rugged mountain <DW72>s to the spot
where it became visible. There disappointment awaits the explorer. One
finds a bare and sterile space, from which the hardy chickweed can
scarcely gain the sustenance for timorous sproutings; a few
outcropping rocks; a series of transverse gullies here and there,
washed down to deep indentations; above the whole a stretch of burnt,
broken timber that goes by the name of "fire-scald," and is a relic of
the fury of the fire which was "set out" in the woods with the mission
to burn only the leaves and undergrowth, and which, in its
undisciplined strength, transcended its instructions, as it were, and
destroyed great trees. And this is all. But once more, at a coigne of
vantage on the opposite side of the gorge, and the experience can be
utilized in differentiating the elements that go to make up the weird
presentment of a human countenance. It is the fire-scald that suggests
the great peaked brown hood; the oblong sandy stretch forms the pallid
face; the ledges outline the nose and chin and brow; the eyes look out
from the deep indentations where the <DW72> is washed by the currents
of the winter rains; and here and there the gullies draw heavy lines
and wrinkles. And when the wind is fresh and the clouds scud before
it, in the motion of their shadows the face will seem to mow at the
observer, until the belief comes very readily that it is the exact
counterpart of a witch's face.
Always the likeness is pointed out and insisted on by the denizens of
Witch-Face Mountain, as if they had had long and intimate acquaintance
with that sort of unhallowed gentry, and were especially qualified to
pronounce upon the resemblance.
"Ain't it jes' like 'em, now? Ain't it the very moral of a witch?"
Constant Hite demanded, one gusty day, when the shadows were a-flicker
in the sun, and the face seemed animated by the malice of mockery or
mirth, as he pointed it out to his companion with a sort of triumph in
its splenetic contortions.
He was a big, bluff fellow, to whose pride all that befell him seemed
to minister. He was proud of his length of limb, and his hundred and
eighty pounds of weight, and yet his slim appearance. "Ye wouldn't
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_THE AMERICAN SPORTSMAN’S LIBRARY_
_EDITED BY
CASPAR WHITNEY_
MUSK-OX, BISON, SHEEP
AND GOAT
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
MUSK-OX, BISON, SHEEP
AND GOAT
BY
CASPAR WHITNEY
GEORGE BIRD GRINNELL
AND
OWEN WISTER
[Illustration]
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD.
1904
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1904,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up, electrotyped, and published February, 1904.
_Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A._
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
THE MUSK-OX. BY CASPAR WHITNEY
I. MY FIRST KILL 17
II. THE PROVISION QUESTION 32
III. SEASONS AND EQUIPMENT 44
IV. METHOD OF HUNTING 56
V. THE MUSK-OX 70
THE BISON. BY GEORGE BIRD GRINNELL 107
THE MOUNTAIN SHEEP: HIS WAYS. BY OWEN WISTER 167
THE WHITE GOAT AND HIS WAYS. BY OWEN WISTER 227
INDEX 277
ILLUSTRATIONS
THE BEGINNING OF THE SLAUGHTER _Frontispiece_
PAGE
IN THE FAR NORTH 15
AT BAY 30
OUTNUMBERED 45
EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX CALF 57
HEAD OF TWO-YEAR-OLD MUSK-OX BULL 57
MUSK-OXEN ON CAPE MORRIS JESUP, BROUGHT TO BAY BY DOGS 65
THE AUTHOR’S BARREN GROUND HUNTING KNIFE AND AX 67
THE BARREN GROUND MUSK-OX--A FULL-GROWN BULL 71
FOREFOOT OF BARREN GROUND MUSK-OX 76
FULL-GROWN EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX--ADULT MALE 77
FOREFOOT OF EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX 79
SKULL OF THE EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX--FRONT VIEW 82
SKULL OF THE BARREN GROUND MUSK-OX--FRONT VIEW 82
SKULL OF THE EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX--SIDE VIEW 83
SKULL OF THE BARREN GROUND MUSK-OX--SIDE VIEW 83
MALE YEARLING OF THE EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX 87
ADULT FEMALE OF THE EAST GREENLAND MUSK-OX 95
MUSK-OX CALF 101
THE LAST OF THE HERD 109
PROTECTED 139
ROCKY MOUNTAIN SHEEP 169
ALERT 177
UNDER A HOT SKY 187
SURPRISED 201
THE SADDLEBACK SHEEP 213
ABOVE TIMBER LINE 229
THE WHITE GOAT IS AN AGILE CLIMBER 253
THE MUSK-OX AND ITS HUNTING
BY CASPAR WHITNEY
[Illustration: IN THE FAR NORTH]
I
MY FIRST KILL
We had passed through the “Land of Little Sticks,” as the Indians so
appropriately call that desolate waste which connects the edge of
timber land with the Barren Grounds, and had been for several days
making our way north on the lookout for any living thing that would
provide us with a mouthful of food.
We had got into one of those pieces of this great barren area, which,
broken by rocky ridges, of no great height but of frequent occurrence,
are unspeakably harassing to the travelling snow-shoer. It was the
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THE FATAL BOOTS.
by William Makepeace Thackeray
THE FATAL BOOTS:--
January.--The Birth of the Year
February.--Cutting Weather
March.--Showery
April.--Fooling
May.--Restoration Day
June.--Marrowbones and Cleavers
July.--Summary Proceedings
August.--Dogs have their Days
September.--Plucking a Goose
October.--Mars and Venus in Opposition
November.--A General Post Delivery
December.--"The Winter of Our Discontent"
THE FATAL BOOTS
JANUARY.--THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR.
Some poet has observed, that if any man would write down what has really
happened to him in this mortal life, he would be sure to make a good
book, though he never had met with a single adventure from his birth to
his burial. How much more, then, must I, who HAVE had adventures, most
singular, pathetic, and unparalleled, be able to compile an instructive
and entertaining volume for the use of the public.
I don't mean to say that I have killed lions, or seen the wonders of
travel in the deserts of Arabia or Prussia; or that I have been a very
fashionable character, living with dukes and peeresses, and writing my
recollections of them, as the way now is. I never left this my native
isle, nor spoke to a lord (except an Irish one, who had rooms in our
house, and forgot to pay three weeks' lodging and extras); but, as our
immortal bard observes, I have in the course of my existence been so
eaten up by the slugs and harrows of outrageous fortune, and have been
the object of such continual and extraordinary ill-luck, that I believe
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THE ANGLO-SAXON CENTURY
AND
THE UNIFICATION OF THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING PEOPLES
BY
JOHN R. DOS PASSOS
OF THE NEW YORK BAR
Author of "Stock Brokers and Stock Exchanges," "The Interstate
Commerce Act," "Commercial Trusts," etc.
SECOND EDITION
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
Knickerbocker Press
1903
{ii}
COPYRIGHT, 1903
BY
JOHN R. DOS PASSOS
Published, June, 1903
Reprinted, August, 1903
Knickerbocker Press, New York
{iii}
ANALYSIS
CHAPTER PAGE
Introduction..............................................vii
I. Two events which mark the close of the nineteenth century.1
I. By the Spanish War, the relations of the United States to
Europe and the East were suddenly transformed..............3
II. The effect of the war in Africa upon the relations and
power of England...........................................5
III. The present diplomatic and political map of the world.8
IV. Russia, China, France--their relations to each other and
to the world..............................................10
V. The Spanish and Portuguese people......................31
II. The origin and form of the suggested alliance between
England and the United States...48
I. How the suggestion arose...............................48
II. The indefiniteness of the form of the proposed
Alliance..................................................55
Definition of co-operation, alliance, union, or compact...61
III. The historical facts traced which have been gradually
leading to interfusion between the English-speaking
people....................................................69
{iv}
I. The different epochs which led to the development and
expansion of the English-speaking race..................71
_a_. The introduction of Christianity into England......71
_b_. The consolidation of the different kingdoms of
England into one......................................74
_c_. The influence of the Roman Law upon England's
Progress..............................................77
_d_. The Great Charters--the Petition of Right--the
Habeas Corpus Act, passed under Charles--the Bill of
Rights in 1688--and the Act of Settlement.............79
_e_. The union with Scotland............................80
_f_. Discovery of America...............................81
_g_. The independence of the colonies...................83
II. Resume of the foregoing...............................96
IV. The inherent natural reasons or sympathetic causes
which sustain a union, and which support the historical
growth and tendency to the same end examined..............99
I. Union natural as to time and people.................100
II. Of the same national family.........................101
III. The same language...................................108
IV. The same literature.................................116
V. The same political institutions.....................124
VI. The same laws, legal customs, and general modes of
judicial procedure.....................................133
VII. The same tendency and methods of religious thought
and worship............................................137
VIII. Intermarriages.....................................138
{v}
IX. Other similarities between the two nations,
exhibiting the natural features of the alliance, such
as the drama, sports, pastimes, habits of living.......139
X. Resume..............................................140
V. The selfish causes which provoke and support an alliance
Examined.................................................142
I. The common interests of both countries demand
co-operation--identity of international action......142
Commercial relations.................................144
Financial relations..................................144
II. Self-preservation--protection--necessity............145
III. Duty................................................146
VI. The means by which a closer union may be created and
maintained...............................................152
Preliminary..............................................153
The three methods examined by which a union may be
established............................................154
By absorption of all into one nation.................154
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MAGDA
A Play In Four Acts
_By_
HERMANN SUDERMANN
_Translated from the German by_
CHARLES EDWARD AMORY WINSLOW
* * *
Copyright, 1895, by
Lamson, Wolffe and Company.
Assignment of above Copyright to
Emanuel Lederer,
13 West 42d Street, New York City,
recorded in Assignment Book
V. 21 Page 143, June 8,1899, Washington, D. C.
* * *
CAUTION.-Professionals and amateurs are hereby notified that this play
is fully copyrighted under the existing laws of the United States
Government, and nobody is allowed to do this play without first having
obtained permission of Samuel French, 24 West 22d Street, New York
City, U. S. A.
_Copyright, 1895_,
By Lamson, Wolffe, and Company.
MAGDA
CHARACTERS
Lieutenant-Colonel Leopold Schwartz.
Pastor Heffterdingt
Dr. Von Kellner
Max
Major-General Von Klebs
Prof. Beckmann
Mrs. Schwartz, the stepmother
Magda Schwartz \
> sisters
Marie Schwartz /
Franziska
Mrs. General Von Klebs
Mrs. Justice Ellrich
Mrs. Schumann
Theresa, the Schwartzs' maid
* * *
SYNOPSIS
Scene--The Schwartzs' home.
Act I.--Afternoon.
Act II.--Evening of the same day.
Act III.--The next morning.
Act IV.--The same morning.
Note.
Herr Hermann Sudermann has achieved surprising success in passing from
novel-writing to dramatic authorship. He has a style of the utmost
distinction, and is well skilled in technique. His masterpiece,
"Heimat," is absolutely original. No play has ever produced a more
impressive effect upon German audiences. When it ceases to be
performed, it will still hold a permanent and important place in the
libraries of dramatic literature. Though a psychological study, there
is no concentration of attention upon morbid conditions. All these have
passed before the play begins. There is no passion for mere passion's
sake. Its development proceeds from the energies of circumstances and
character.
Herr Sudermann, unlike some of the new dramatists, is not lacking in
humor; and the snobbishness, stuffy etiquette, and scandal-mongering of
a provincial town are well illustrated by the minor characters. Into
this atmosphere comes the whirlwind from the outer world with fatal
effect. It is scarcely possible to conceive more varied and intense
emotions naturally and even inevitably evolved from the action of a
single day. The value of the drama lies in the sharp contrasts between
the New and the Old, alternately commanding, in their strife, the
adhesion of the spectator or reader. The preparation for the return of
"The Prodigal Daughter" occupies an entire act, and invests her
entrance with an interest which increases until the tremendous climax.
Yet the proud martinet father commands our respect and sympathy; and
the Pastor, in his enlightened self-conquest, is the antithesis alike
of the narrowness and lawlessness of parent and child, and remains the
hero of the swift tragedy.
It is not uncommon that the scrupulousness attending circumstances
where partiality would be a natural impulse, makes criticism even
unusually exacting. It is believed that in this spirit the present
translation may be somewhat confidently characterized as being both
spirited and faithful.
E. W.
The Oxford.
_January_, 1896.
Persons.
Schwartze, _Lieutenant-Colonel on half-pay_.
Magda, \
> _his children by his first wife_.
Marie, /
Augusta, _born_ Von Wendlowski, _his second wife_.
Franziska von Wendlowski, _her sister_.
Max von Wendlowski, _Lieutenant, their nephew_.
Heffterdingt, _Pastor of St. Mary's_.
Dr. von Keller, _Councillor_.
Beckmann, _Professor Emeritus_.
Von Klebs, _Major-General on half-pay_.
Mrs. von Klebs.
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THE
_SPEEDY APPEARANCE_
OF
CHRIST
DESIRED BY THE CHURCH.
_BEING THE SUBSTANCE OF A_
Sermon,
PREACHED ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND,
_August_ 27, 1815.
* * * * *
BY J. CHURCH,
MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL, SURREY TABERNACLE.
[Picture: Decorative divider]
It shall be said in that day, lo, we have waited for him, he will
save
us.—_Isaiah_ xxv, 9.
Even so come, LORD JESUS—Rev. xxii, 20.
* * * * *
Southwark:
PRINTED BY R. THOMAS, RED LION STREET, BOROUGH.
* * * * *
A SERMON.
SOL. SONG, 8th Chap. last Verse.
_Make haste_, _my Beloved_, _and be thou like to a Roe_, _or a young_
_Hart upon the Mountains of Spices_.
THIS divine Poem, is designed by the Holy Spirit, to exhibit the love of
God our dear Saviour, to his chosen people, with all the happy
consequences of that eternal affection. The whole book is full of
Christ, as the all in all of the Church, which he has purchased with his
blood—the union subsisting between the elect head and chosen body. What
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SALLUST'S
CONSPIRACY OF CATILINE AND THE JUGURTHINE WAR
LITERALLY TRANSLATED WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES BY THE REV. JOHN SELBY
WATSON, M.A.
CONSPIRACY OF CATILINE.
THE ARGUMENT.
The Introduction, I.-IV. The character of Catiline, V. Virtues of the
ancient Romans, VI.-IX. Degeneracy of their posterity, X.-XIII.
Catiline's associates and supporters, and the arts by which he
collected them, XIV. His crimes and wretchedness, XV. His tuition of
his accomplices, and resolution to subvert the government, XVI. His
convocation of the conspirators, and their names, XVII. His concern in
a former conspiracy, XVIII., XIX. Speech to the conspirators, XX. His
promises to them, XXI. His supposed ceremony to unite them, XXII. His
designs discovered by Fulvia, XXIII. His alarm on the election of
Cicero to the consulship, and his design in engaging women in his
cause, XXIV. His accomplice, Sempronia, characterized, XXV. His
ambition of the consulship, his plot to assassinate Cicero, and his
disappointment in both, XXVI. His mission of Manlius into Etruria, and
his second convention of the conspirators, XXVII. His second attempt
to kill Cicero; his directions to Manlius well observed, XXVIII. His
machinations induce the Senate to confer extraordinary power on the
consuls, XXIX. His proceedings are opposed by various precautions,
XXX. His effrontery in the Senate, XXXI. He sets out for Etruria,
XXXII. His accomplice, Manlius, sends a deputation to Marcius, XXXIII.
His representations to various respectable characters, XXXIV. His
letter to Catulus, XXXV. His arrival at Manlius's camp; he is declared
an enemy by the Senate; his adherents continue faithful and resolute,
XXXVI. The discontent and disaffection of the populace in Rome,
XXXVII. The old contentions between the patricians and plebeians,
XXXVIII. The effect which a victory of Catiline would have produced,
XXXIX. The Allobroges are solicited to engage in the conspiracy, XL.
They discover it to Cicero, XLI. The incaution of Catiline's
accomplices in Gaul and Italy, XLII. The plans of his adherents at
Rome, XLIII. The Allobroges succeed in obtaining proofs of the
conspirators' guilt, XLIV. The Allobroges and Volturcius are arrested
by the contrivance of Cicero, XLV. The principal conspirators at Rome
are brought before the Senate, XLVI. The evidence against them, and
their consignment to custody, XLVII. The alteration in the minds of
the populace, and the suspicions entertained against Crassus, XLVIII.
The attempts of Catulus and Piso to criminate Caesar, XLIX. The plans
of Lentulus and Cethegus for their rescue, and the deliberations of
the Senate, L. The speech of Caesar on the mode of punishing the
conspirators, LI. The speech of Cato on the same subject, LII. The
condemnation of the prisoners; the causes of Roman greatness, LIII.
Parallel between Caesar and Cato, LIV. The execution of the criminals,
LV. Catiline's warlike preparations in Etruria, LVI. He is compelled
by Metullus and Antonius to hazard an action, LVII. His exhortation to
his men, LVIII. His arrangements, and those of his opponents, for the
battle, LIX. His bravery, defeat, and death, LX., LXI.
* * * * *
I. It becomes all men, who desire to excel other animals,[1] to strive,
to the utmost of their power,[2] not to pass through life in obscurity,
[3] like the beasts of the field,[4] which nature has formed groveling[5]
and subservient to appetite.
All our power is situate in the mind and in the body.[6] Of the mind
we rather employ the government;[7] of the body the service.[8] The
one is common to us with the gods; the other with the brutes. It
appears to me, therefore, more reasonable[9]to pursue glory by means
of the intellect than of bodily strength, and, since the life which we
enjoy is short, to make the remembrance of us as lasting as possible.
For the glory of wealth and beauty is fleeting and perishable; that of
intellectual power is illustrious and immortal.[10]
Yet it was long a subject of dispute among mankind, whether military
efforts were more advanced by strength of body, or by force of
intellect. For, in affairs of war, it is necessary to plan before
beginning to act,[11] and, after planning, to act with promptitude
and vigor.[12] Thus, each[13] being insufficient of itself, the one
requires the assistance of the other.[14]
II. In early times, accordingly, kings (for that was the first title
of sovereignty in the world) applied themselves in different ways;[15]
some exercised the mind, others the body. At that period, however,[16]
the life of man was passed without covetousness;[17] every one was
satisfied with his own. But after Cyrus in Asia[18] and the
Lacedaemonians and Athenians in Greece, began to subjugate cities and
nations, to deem the lust of dominion a reason for war, and to imagine
the greatest glory to be in the most extensive empire, it was then at
length discovered, by proof and experience,[19] that mental power has
the greatest effect in military operations. And, indeed,[20] if the
intellectual ability[21] of kings and magistrates[22] were exerted to
the same degree in peace as in war, human affairs would be more
orderly and settled, and you would not see governments shifted from
hand to hand,[23] and things universally changed and confused. For
dominion is easily secured by those qualities by which it was at first
obtained. But when sloth has introduced itself in the place of industry,
and covetousness and pride in that of moderation and equity, the fortune
of a state is altered together with its morals; and thus authority is
always transferred from the less to the more deserving.[24]
Even in agriculture,[25] in navigation, and in architecture, whatever
man performs owns the dominion of intellect. Yet many human beings,
resigned to sensuality and indolence, un-instructed and unimproved,
have passed through life like travellers in a strange country[26]; to
whom, certainly, contrary to the intention of nature, the body was a
gratification, and the mind a burden. Of these I hold the life and
death in equal estimation[27]; for silence is maintained concerning
both. But he only, indeed, seems to me to live, and to enjoy life,
who, intent upon some employment, seeks reputation from some ennobling
enterprise, or honorable pursuit.
But in the great abundance of occupations, nature points out different
paths to different individuals. III. To act well for the Commonwealth
is noble, and even to speak well for it is not without merit[28]. Both
in peace and in war it is possible to obtain celebrity; many who have
acted, and many who have recorded the actions of others, receive their
tribute of praise. And to me, assuredly, though by no means equal
glory attends the narrator and the performer of illustrious deeds, it
yet seems in the highest degree difficult to write the history of
great transactions; first, because deeds must be adequately
represented[29] by words; and next, because most readers consider that
whatever errors you mention with censure, are mentioned through
malevolence and envy; while, when you speak of the great virtue and
glory of eminent men, every one hears with acquiescence[30] only that
which he himself thinks easy to be performed; all beyond his own
conception he regards as fictitious and incredible[31].
I myself, however, when a young man[32], was at first led by
inclination, like most others, to engage in political affairs[33]; but
in that pursuit many circumstances were unfavorable to me; for,
instead of modesty, temperance, and integrity[34], there prevailed
shamelessness, corruption, and rapacity. And although my mind,
inexperienced in dishonest practices, detested these vices, yet, in
the midst of so great corruption, my tender age was insnared and
infected[35] by ambition; and, though I shrunk from the vicious
principles of those around me, yet the same eagerness for honors, the
same obloquy and jealousy[36], which disquieted others, disquieted
myself.
IV. When, therefore, my mind had rest from its numerous troubles and
trials, and I had determined to pass the remainder of my days
unconnected with public life, it was not my intention to waste my
valuable leisure in indolence and inactivity, or, engaging in servile
occupations, to spend my time in agriculture or hunting[37]; but,
returning to those studies[38] from which, at their commencement, a
corrupt ambition had allured me, I determined to write, in detached
portions[39], the transactions of the Roman people, as any occurrence
should seem worthy of mention; an undertaking to which I was the
rather inclined, as my mind was uninfluenced by hope, fear, or
political partisanship. I shall accordingly give a brief account, with
as much truth as I can, of the Conspiracy of Catiline; for I think it
an enterprise eminently deserving of record, from the unusual nature
both of its guilt and of its perils. But before I enter upon my
narrative, I must give a short description of the character of the
man.
V. Lucius Catiline was a man of noble birth[40], and of eminent mental
and personal endowments; but of a vicious and depraved disposition.
His delight, from his youth, had been civil commotions, bloodshed,
robbery, and sedition[41]; and in such scenes he had spent his early
years.[42] His constitution could endure hunger, want of sleep, and
cold, to a degree surpassing belief. His mind was daring, subtle, and
versatile, capable of pretending or dissembling whatever he wished.[43]
He was covetous of other men's property, and prodigal of his own. He
had abundance of eloquence,[44] though but little wisdom. His
insatiable ambition was always pursuing objects extravagant, romantic,
and unattainable.
Since the time of Sylla's dictatorship,[45] a strong desire of seizing
the government possessed him, nor did he at all care, provided that he
secured power[46] for himself, by what means he might arrive at it.
His violent spirit was daily more and more hurried on by the
diminution of his patrimony, and by his consciousness of guilt; both
which evils he had increased by those practices which I have mentioned
above. The corrupt morals of the state, too, which extravagance and
selfishness, pernicious and contending vices, rendered thoroughly
depraved,[47] furnished him with additional incentives to action.
Since the occasion has thus brought public morals under my notice, the
subject itself seems to call upon me to look back, and briefly to
describe the conduct of our ancestors[48] in peace and war; how they
managed the state, and how powerful they left it; and how, by gradual
alteration, it became, from being the most virtuous, the most vicious
and depraved.
VI. Of the city of Rome, as I understand,[49] the founders and
earliest inhabitants were the Trojans, who, under the conduct of
Aeneas, were wandering about as exiles from their country, without any
settled abode; and with these were joined the Aborigines,[50] a savage
race of men, without laws or government, free, and owning no control.
How easily these two tribes, though of different origin, dissimilar
language, and opposite habits of life, formed a union when they met
within the same walls, is almost incredible.[51] But when their state,
from an accession of population and territory, and an improved
condition of morals, showed itself tolerably flourishing and powerful,
envy, as is generally the case in human affairs, was the consequence
of its prosperity. The neighboring kings and people, accordingly,
began to assail them in war, while a few only of their friends came to
their support; for the rest, struck with alarm, shrunk from sharing
their dangers. But the Romans, active at home and in the field,
prepared with alacrity for their defense.[52] They encouraged one
another, and hurried to meet the enemy. They protected, with their
arms, their liberty, their country, and their homes. And when they had
at length repelled danger by valor, they lent assistance to their
allies and supporters, and procured friendships rather by
bestowing[53] favors than by receiving them.
They had a government regulated by laws. The denomination of their
government was monarchy. Chosen men, whose bodies might be enfeebled
by years, but whose minds were vigorous in understanding, formed the
council of the state; and these, whether from their age, or from the
similarity of their duty, were called FATHERS.[54] But afterward, when
the monarchical power, which had been originally established for the
protection of liberty, and for the promotion of the public interest,
had degenerated into tyranny and oppression, they changed their plan,
and appointed two magistrates,[55] with power only annual; for they
conceived that, by this method, the human mind would be least likely
to grow overbearing for want of control.
VII. At this period every citizen began to seek distinction, and to
display his talents with greater freedom; for, with princes, the
meritorious are greater objects of suspicion than the undeserving, and
to them the worth of others is a source of alarm. But when liberty was
secured, it is almost incredible[56] how much the state strengthened
itself in a short space of time, so strong a passion for distinction
had pervaded it. Now, for the first time, the youth, as soon as they
were able to bear the toil of war,[57] acquired military skill by
actual service in the camp, and took pleasure rather in splendid arms
and military steeds than in the society of mistresses and convivial
indulgence. To such men no toil was unusual, no place was difficult or
inaccessible, no armed enemy was formidable; their valor had overcome
every thing. But among themselves the grand rivalry was for glory;
each sought to be first to wound an enemy, to scale a wall, and to be
noticed while performing such an exploit. Distinction such as this
they regarded as wealth, honor, and true nobility.[58] They were
covetous of praise, but liberal of money; they desired competent
riches but boundless glory. I could mention, but that the account
would draw me too far from my subject, places in which the Roman
people, with a small body of men, routed vast armies of the enemy; and
cities, which, though fortified by nature, they carried by assault.
VIII. But, assuredly, Fortune rules in all things. She makes every
thing famous or obscure rather from caprice than in conformity with
truth. The exploits of the Athenians, as far as I can judge, were very
great and glorious,[59] something inferior to what fame has represented
them. But because writers of great talent flourished there, the actions
of the Athenians are celebrated over the world as the most splendid
achievements. Thus, the merit of those who have acted is estimated at
the highest point to which illustrious intellects could exalt it in
their writings.
But among the Romans there was never any such abundance of writers;[60]
for, with them, the most able men were the most actively employed. No
one exercised the mind independently of the body: every man of ability
chose to act rather than narrate,[61] and was more desirous that his
own merits should be celebrated by others, than that he himself should
record theirs.
IX. Good morals, accordingly, were cultivated in the city and in the
camp. There was the greatest possible concord, and the least possible
avarice. Justice and probity prevailed among the citizens, not more
from the influence of the laws than from natural inclination. They
displayed animosity, enmity, and resentment only against the enemy.
Citizens contended with citizens in nothing but honor. They were
magnificent in their religious services, frugal in their families,
and steady in their friendships.
By these two virtues, intrepidity in war, and equity in peace, they
maintained themselves and their state. Of their exercise of which
virtues, I consider these as the greatest proofs; that, in war,
punishment was oftener inflicted on those who attacked an enemy
contrary to orders, and who, when commanded to retreat, retired too
slowly from the contest, than on those who had dared to desert their
standards, or, when pressed by the enemy,[62] to abandon their posts;
and that, in peace, they governed more by conferring benefits than by
exciting terror, and, when they received an injury, chose rather to
pardon than to revenge it.
X. But when, by perseverance and integrity, the republic had increased
its power; when mighty princes had been vanquished in war;[63] when
barbarous tribes and populous states had been reduced to subjection;
when Carthage, the rival of Rome's dominion, had been utterly
destroyed, and sea and land lay every where open to her sway, Fortune
then began to exercise her tyranny, and to introduce universal
innovation. To those who had easily endured toils, dangers, and
doubtful and difficult circumstances, ease and wealth, the objects of
desire to others, became a burden and a trouble. At first the love of
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R. F. Weymouth
Book 49 Ephesians
001:001 Paul, an Apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God: To God's
people who are in Ephesus--believers in Christ Jesus.
001:002 May grace and peace be granted to you from God our Father
and the Lord Jesus Christ.
001:003 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who has crowned us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly
realms in Christ;
001:004 even as, in His love, He chose us as His own in Christ before
the creation of the world, that we might be holy and without
blemish in His presence.
001:005 For He pre-destined us to be adopted by Himself as sons through
Jesus Christ--such being His gracious will and pleasure--
001:006 to the praise of the splendour of His grace with which He has
enriched us in the beloved One.
001:007 It is in Him, and through the shedding of His blood, that we
have our deliverance--the forgiveness of our offences--
so abundant was God's grace,
001:008 the grace which He, the possessor of all wisdom and understanding,
lavished upon us,
001:009 when He made known to us the secret of His will.
And this is in harmony with God's merciful purpose
001:010 for the government of the world when the times are ripe for it--
the purpose which He has cherished in His own mind of restoring
the whole creation to find its one Head in Christ; yes, things in
Heaven and things on earth, to find their one Head in Him.
001:011 In Him we Jews have been made heirs, having been chosen
beforehand in accordance with the intention of Him whose
might carries out in everything the design of His own will,
001:012 so that we should be devoted to the extolling of His
glorious attributes--we who were the first to fix our
hopes on Christ.
001:013 And in Him you Gentiles also, after listening to the Message
of the truth, the Good News of your salvation--having believed
in Him--were sealed with the promised Holy Spirit;
001:014 that Spirit being a pledge and foretaste of our inheritance,
in anticipation of its full redemption--the inheritance
which He has purchased to be specially His for the extolling
of His glory.
001:015 For this reason I too, having heard of the faith in the Lord Jesus
which prevails among you, and of your love for all God's people,
001:016 offer never ceasing thanks on your behalf while I make mention
of you in my prayers.
001:017 For I always beseech the God of our Lord Jesus Christ--
the Father most glorious--to give you a spirit of wisdom
and penetration through an intimate knowledge of Him,
001:018 the eyes of your understanding being enlightened so that you
may know what is the hope which His call to you inspires,
what the wealth of the glory of His inheritance in God's people,
001:019 and what the transcendent greatness of His power in us believers
as seen in the working of His infinite might
001:020 when He displayed it in Christ by raising Him from the dead
and seating Him at His own right hand in the heavenly realms,
001:021 high above all other government and authority and power
and dominion, and every title of sovereignty used either
in this Age or in the Age to come.
001:022 God has put all things under His feet, and has appointed Him
universal and supreme Head of the Church, which is His Body,
001:023 the completeness of Him who everywhere fills the universe
with Himself.
002:001 To you Gentiles also, who were dead through your offences and sins,
002:002 which were once habitual to you while you walked in the ways
of this world and obeyed the Prince of the powers of the air,
the spirits that are now at work in the hearts of the sons
of disobedience--to you God has given Life.
002:003 Among them all of us also formerly passed our lives, governed by
the inclinations of our lower natures, indulging the cravings
of those natures and of our own thoughts, and were in our
original state deserving of anger like all others.
002:004 But God, being rich in mercy, because of the intense love
which He bestowed on us,
002:005 caused us, dead though we were through our offences, to live
with Christ--it is by grace that you have been saved--
002:006 raised us with Him from the dead, and enthroned us with Him
in the heavenly realms as being in Christ Jesus,
002:007 in order that, by His goodness to us in Christ Jesus, He might
display in the Ages to come the transcendent riches of His grace.
002:008 For it is by grace that you have been saved through faith;
and that not of yourselves. It is God's gift, and is not on
the ground of merit--
002:009 so that it may be impossible for any one to boast.
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THE UTAH BATTERIES:
A HISTORY.
THE UTAH BATTERIES:
A HISTORY.
A COMPLETE ACCOUNT OF THE MUSTER-IN, SEA VOYAGE,
BATTLES, SKIRMISHES AND BARRACK LIFE
OF THE UTAH BATTERIES, TOGETHER
WITH BIOGRAPHIES OF OFFICERS
AND MUSTER-OUT ROLLS.
by
CHARLES R. MABEY,
LATE A SERGEANT OF LIGHT BATTERY A, UTAH VOLUNTEER ARTILLERY.
ILLUSTRATED.
SALT LAKE CITY,
1900.
COPYRIGHT APPLIED FOR.
DAILY REPORTER CO., PRINTERS, 158-160 S. WEST TEMPLE ST.
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH.
TO THE UTAH BATTERYMEN
WHO BRAVELY FOUGHT FOR THEIR COUNTRY'S FLAG ON A FOREIGN
SOIL, THIS BOOK IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED
BY
THE AUTHOR.
PREFACE.
Sometime after the Utah Battalion left San Francisco for the Philippines
the author conceived the idea of writing a history of that organization
after its return from the war. With this purpose in view he kept a diary
during the entire campaign and also collected what other material that
could be utilized for such a work. Immediately upon the arrival in Salt
Lake City of the discharged volunteers he, with others, set to work to
bring about a completion of this plan. This little volume represents the
result of the labor expended at intervals between that date and the
present time. The author claims no more for it than its title assumes--a
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DIARY AND NOTES OF HORACE TEMPLETON,
Late Secretary Of Legation At --------.
By Charles Lever,
Author Of "Harry Lorrequer," "Knight Of Gwynne," Etc. Etc.
In Two Volumes. Vol. II.
Second Edition.
London: Chapman And Hall, 186 Strand.
HORACE TEMPLETON.
CHAPTER I.
The Ortl'er is the Mont Blanc of the Tyrol, and seen from Nauders, a
village on a green, grassy table land, more than four thousand feet
above the sea, can well bear comparison with the boldest of the Swiss
Alps. Nauders itself, a type of a Tyroler village, is situated in a wild
and lonely region; it has all the picturesque elegance and neat detail
of which Tyrolers are so lavish in their houses, and, like every other
Dorf in this country, has its proud castle standing sentry over it.
The Barons of the Naudersberg were men of station in olden times, and
exacted a tribute over a tract extending deep into the Engadine; and
now, in this great hall, whose chimney would contain the heaviest
diligence that ever waddled over the Arlberg, a few Nauders notabilities
are squabbling over some mysterious passage in a despatch from Vienna,
for it is the high court of the district, while I wait patiently without
for some formality of my passport. To judge from their grave expressions
and their anxious glances towards me, one would say that I was some
dangerous or suspected personage--some one whose dark designs the
government had already fathomed, and were bent on thwarting. If they did
but know how few are, in all likelihood, the days I have yet to linger
on, they would not rob me of one hour of them in this wild mountain.
And yet I have learned something while I wait. This little dorf,
Nauders, is the birthplace of a very remarkable man, although one whose
humble name, Bartholomew Kleinhaus, is little known beyond Tyrol. Left
an orphan at five years old, he lost his sight in the small-pox, and
was taken into the house of a carpenter who compassionated his sad
condition. Here he endeavoured to learn something of his protector's
trade; but soon relinquishing the effort, he set to work, forming little
images in wood, at first from models, and then self-designed, till,
at the age of thirteen, he completed a crucifix of singular beauty and
elegance.
Following up the inspiration, he now laboured assiduously at his new
craft, and made figures of various saints and holy personages, for his
mind was entirely imbued with a feeling of religious fervour; and to
such an extent that, in order to speak his devotion by another sense, he
actually learned to play the organ, and with such a proficiency, that he
performed the duties of organist for nearly a year in the village church
of Kaltenbrunnen. As sculptor, his repute is widely spread and great in
Tyrol. A St. Francis by his hand is at present in the Ambras collection
at Vienna; many of his statues adorn the episcopal palaces of Chur and
Brixen, and the various churches throughout the province.
Leaving the sculptor and his birthplace, which already a mountain mist
is shrouding, I hasten on, for my passport is at last discovered to be
in order, and I am free to pursue my road to Meran.
Of all spots in the Tyrol, none can compare with Merah, the wildest
character of mountain uniting with a profusion of all that vegetation
can bring. The snow peak, the glacier, the oak forest, the waving fields
of yellow corn, the valley, one vast vineyard--where have such elements
of grandeur and simple beauty in scenery been so gloriously commingled?
And then the little town itself--what a strange reminiscence of
long-buried years! The street--there is properly but one--with its deep
arched passages, within which the quaint old shops, without windows,
display their wares; and the courtyards, galleried around, story above
story, and covered at top by a great awning to keep off the sun; for
already Italy is near, and the odour of the magnolia and oleander is
felt from afar.
I wandered into one of these courts last night; the twilight was
closing, and there was a strange, mysterious effect in the dim distances
upwards, where figures came and went along the high-perched galleries.
Beyond the court lay a garden, covered over with a vine-roofed trellis,
under whose shade various tables were placed. A single light, here and
there, shewed where one or two guests were seated; but all so still and
silently, that one would have thought the place deserted. It seemed as
if the great charm was that mellow air softened by silence, for none
spoke.
I walked for some time through the alleys, and at last sat down to rest
myself at a little table, over which a wide-leaved fig-tree spread its
dark canopy.
At first I did not remark that another person was seated near the table;
but as my eyes became more accustomed to the shade, I descried a figure
opposite to me, and immediately rising, I offered my apology in German
for intruding. He replied in French, by politely requesting I would be
seated; and the tone and manner of his words induced me to comply.
We soon fell into conversation; and although I could barely distinguish
his shadow as the night fell thicker, I recognised that he was an old
man; his accent proclaimed him to be French. We chatted away, the topics
ranging, with that wilfulness conversation always inclines to, from the
"Wein-cur "--the "Grape cure"--for which Meran is celebrated, to the
present condition and the past grandeur of the ancient town. With its
bygone history my companion seemed well acquainted, and narrated with
considerable skill some of its illustrious passages, concluding one by
saying, "Here, in this very garden, on a summer morning of 1342, the
Emperor and the Margrave of Brandenburg sat at breakfast, when a herald
came to announce the advance of the procession with the future bride of
the Duke, Margaretta, while the Bishops of Augsburg and Regensberg,
and all the chivalry of the Tyrol, rode beside and around her. In
yonder little chapel, where a light now glitters over a shrine, was the
betrothal performed. From that day forth Tyrol was Austrian. Of all this
gorgeous festivity, nothing remains but an iron horse-shoe nailed to
the chapel door. The priest who performed the betrothal somewhat
indiscreetly suggested that, with such a dowry as the bridegroom
received, he might well be generous towards the Church; on which the
Duke, a man of immense personal strength, at once stooped down and
wrenched a fore-shoe from the bride's white palfrey, saying, with
sarcastic bitterness, 'Here, I give thee iron for stone!' in allusion to
the rocks and precipices of the Tyrol land.
"Ungratefully spoken at the time," continued the stranger, "and equally
false as a prophecy. These wild fastnesses have proved the best and
last defences of that same Austrian Empire. Indeed, so well aware was
Napoleon of the united strength and resources of the Tyrol, that one
of his first measures was to partition the country between Bavaria,
Austria, and Illyria. And yet this Tyrol loyalty is inexplicable. They
are attached to the house of Haps-burgh, but they are not Austrian in
feeling. The friends of free trade need not go far in Meran to find
disciples to their doctrine. Every one remembers the time that an aume
of Meraner wine was worth seventy-five gulden, which now is to be had
for five; but then they were Bavarian, and might barter the grape-juice
for the yellow produce of the Baierisch corn-fields. At the present day
they are isolated, shut up, and imprisoned by custom-houses and toll;
and they are growing daily poorer, and neglecting the only source they
possessed of wealth."
We talked of Hofer, and I perceived that my companion was strongly
imbued with an opinion, now very general in the Tyrol, that his merits
were much less than foreigners usually ascribe to him. Sprung from the
people, the host of a little wayside inn, a man with little education,
and of the very roughest manner, it is somewhat singular that his claims
are most disputed among the very class he came from. Had he been an
aristocrat, in all likelihood they had never ventured to canvass the
merits they now so mercilessly arraign. They judge of his efforts by the
most unfair of tests in such matters--the result. They say, "To what
end has Tyrol fought and bled? Are we better, or richer, or freer than
before?" They even go further, and accuse him of exciting the revolt
as a means of escaping the payment of his debts, which assuredly were
considerable. What a terrible price is paid for mob popularity, when the
hour of its effervescence is past!
We fell to chat over the character of revolutions generally, and the
almost invariable tendency to reaction that ensues in all popular
commotions. The character of the Three Days and the present condition
of France, more despotically governed than ever Napoleon dared, was
too palpable an example to escape mention. I had the less hesitation in
speaking my opinion on this subject, that I saw my companion's leanings
were evidently of the Legitimist stamp.
From the Revolution we diverged to the struggle itself of the Three
Days; and being tolerably familiar, from various personal narratives,
with the event, I ventured on expressing my concurrence with the opinion
that a mere mob, unprepared, unarmed, and undisciplined, could never
have held for an hour against the troops had there not been foul play.
"Where do you suspect this treachery to have existed?" asked my
companion.
The tone of the question, even more than its substance, confused me, for
I felt myself driven to a vague reply in explanation of a direct charge.
I answered, however, that the magnitude of the danger could scarcely
have been unknown to many men highly placed in the service of
Charles X.; and yet it was clear the King never rightly understood that
any real peril impended. The whole outbreak was treated as an
"echauffouree".
"I can assure you of your error, so far," replied my companion. "The
greatest difficulty we encountered----" There was a slight pause here,
as if by use of the word "we" an unwitting betrayal had escaped him. He
speedily, however, resumed:--"The greatest difficulty was to persuade
his Majesty that the entire affair was any thing but a street brawl. He
treated the accounts with an indifference bordering on contempt; and at
every fresh narrative of the repulse of the troops, he seemed to
feel that the lesson to be inflicted subsequently would be the most
efficacious check to popular excess in future. To give an instance,--a
very slight one, but not without its moral, of the state of feeling of
the court,--at four o'clock of the afternoon of the third day, when the
troops had fallen back from the Place du Carrousel, and with great loss
been compelled to retreat towards the Champs Elysees, Captain Langlet,
of the 4th Lancers, volunteered to carry a verbal message to Versailles,
in doing which he should traverse a great part of Paris in the
occupation of the insurgents. The attempt was a bold and daring one,
but it succeeded. After innumerable hairbreadth dangers and escapes, he
reached Versailles at half-past seven. His horse had twice fallen,
and his uniform was torn by balls; and he entered the courtyard of the
Palace just as his Majesty learned that his dinner was served. Lang-let
hastened up the great staircase, and, by the most pressing entreaties to
the officer in waiting, obtained permission to wait there till the king
should pass. He stood there for nearly a quarter of an hour; it seemed
an age to him, for though faint, wounded, and weary, his thoughts were
fixed on the scene of struggle he had quitted, and the diminishing
chances of success each moment told. At last the door of a salon was
flung wide, and the Grand Marechal, accompanied by the officers in
waiting, were seen retiring in measured steps before the King. His
Majesty had not advanced half-way along the corridor when he perceived
the splashed and travel-stained figure of the officer. 'Who is that?'
demanded he, in a tone of almost asperity. The officer on guard stepped
forward, and told who he was and the object of his coming. The king
spoke a few words hastily and passed on. Langlet awaited in breathless
eagerness to hear when he should have his audience--he only craved time
for a single sentence. What was the reply he received?--an order to
present himself,'suitably dressed,' in the morning. Before that morning
broke there was no King in France!
"Take this--the story is true--as a specimen of the fatuity of the
Court. _Quem Deus vult perdere_;--so it is we speak of events, but we
forget ourselves."
"But still," said I, "the army scarcely performed their _devoir_--not,
at least, as French troops understand _devoir_--where their hearts are
engaged.''
"You are mistaken again," said he. "Save in a few companies of the line,
never did troops behave better: four entire squadrons of one regiment
were cut to pieces at the end of the Rue Royale; two infantry regiments
were actually annihilated at the Hotel de Ville. For eight hours, at the
Place du Carrousel, we had no ammunition, while the insurgents poured in
a most murderous fire: so was it along the Quai Voltaire."
"I have heard," said I, "that the Duc de Raguse lost his head
completely."
"I can assure you, sir, they who say so calumniate him," was the calm
reply. "Never before that day was a Marshal of France called upon to
fight an armed host, without soldiers and without ammunition."
"His fate would induce us to be superstitious, and believe in good luck.
Never was there a man more persecuted by ill fortune!"
"I perceive they are shutting the gates," said my companion, rising;
"these worthy Meranersare of the very earliest to retire for the night."
And so saying, and with a "Good night," so hastily uttered as to forbid
further converse, my companion withdrew, while I wandered slowly back
to my Inn, curious to learn who he might be, and if I should ever chance
upon him again.
*****
I heard a voice this morning on the bridge, so exactly like that of my
companion of last night, that I could not help starting. The speaker was
a very large and singularly handsome man, who, though far advanced in
life, walked with a stature as erect, and an air as assured, as he could
have worn in youth. Large bushy eye-brows, black as jet, although his
hair was perfectly white, shaded eyes of undimmed brilliancy--he was
evidently "some one," the least observant could not pass him without
this conviction. I asked a stranger who he was, and received for answer,
"Marshal Marmont--he comes here almost every autumn."
CHAPTER II. THE TYROL
Every traveller in the Tyrol must have remarked, that, wherever the way
is difficult of access, or dangerous to traverse, some little shrine or
statue is always to be seen, reminding him that a higher Power than his
own watches over his safety, and suggesting the fitness of an appeal to
Him who is "A very present help in time of trouble."
Sometimes a rude painting upon a little board, nailed on a tree,
communicates the escape and gratitude of a traveller; sometimes a still
ruder fresco, on the very rock, tells where a wintry torrent had swept
away a whole family, and calling on all pious Christians who pass that
way to offer a prayer for the departed. There is an endless variety in
these little "Votive Tablets," which are never more touching than when
their very rude poverty attests the simplest faith of a simple people.
The Tyrolers are indeed such. Perhaps alone, of all the accessible parts
of Europe, the Tyrol has preserved its primitive habits and tastes for
centuries unchanged. Here and there, throughout the continent, to be
sure, you will find some little "Dorf," or village, whose old-world
customs stand out in contrast to its neighbours; and where in their
houses, dress, and bearing, the inhabitants seem unlike all else around
them. Look more closely, however, and you will see that, although the
grandmother is clothed in homespun, and wears her leathern pocket at her
girdle, all studded with copper nails, that her grandaughter affects a
printed cotton or a Swiss calico; and instead of the broad-brimmed and
looped felt of the old "Bauer," the new generation sport broad-cloth and
beaver.
Such hamlets are, therefore, only like the passengers left behind by
their own coach, and waiting for the next conveyance that passes to
carry them on their journey.
In the Tyrol, however, such evidences of progress--as it is the fashion
to call it--are rare. The peasantry seem content to live as their
fathers have done, and truly he must be sanguine who could hope to
better a condition, which, with so few prorations, comprises so many of
life's best and dearest blessings. If the mountain peaks be snow-clad,
even in midsummer, the valleys (at least all in South Tyrol) are rich in
vineyards and olive groves; and although wheat is seldom seen, the maize
grows every where; the rivers swarm with trout; and he must be a poor
marksman who cannot have venison for his dinner. The villages are large
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MEMORANDA ON THE MAYA CALENDARS
USED IN THE BOOKS OF
CHILAN BALAM
BY
CHARLES P. BOWDITCH
(From the American Anthropologist (N. S.), Vol. 3, January-March, 1901)
NEW YORK
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
1901
MEMORANDA ON THE MAYA CALENDARS USED IN THE BOOKS OF CHILAN BALAM
BY CHARLES P. BOWDITCH
Dr Brinton, in his _Maya Chronicles_, has translated the following
passages from the Book of Chilan Balam of Mani:
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The Life Of
William Ewart Gladstone
By
John Morley
In Three Volumes--Vol. III.
(1890-1898)
Toronto
George N. Morang & Company, Limited
Copyright, 1903
By The Macmillan Company
CONTENTS
Book VIII. 1880-1885
Chapter I. Opening Days Of The New Parliament. (1880)
Chapter II. An Episode In Toleration. (1880-1883)
Chapter III. Majuba. (1880-1881)
Chapter IV. New Phases Of The Irish Revolution. (1880-1882)
Chapter V. Egypt. (1881-1882)
Chapter VI. Political Jubilee. (1882-1883)
Chapter VII. Colleagues--Northern Cruise--Egypt. (1883)
Chapter VIII. Reform. (1884)
Chapter IX. The Soudan. (1884-1885)
Chapter X. Interior Of The Cabinet. (1895)
Chapter XI. Defeat Of Ministers. (May-June 1885)
Chapter XII. Accession Of Lord Salisbury. (1885)
Book IX. 1885-1886
Chapter I. Leadership And The General Election. (1885)
Chapter II. The Polls In 1885. (1885)
Chapter III. A Critical Month (December 1885)
Chapter IV. Fall Of The First Salisbury Government. (January 1886)
Chapter V. The New Policy. (1886)
Chapter VI. Introduction Of The Bill. (1886)
Chapter VII. The Political Atmosphere. Defeat Of The Bill. (1886)
Book X. 1886-1892
Chapter I. The Morrow Of Defeat. (1886-1887)
Chapter II. The Alternative Policy In Act. (1886-1888)
Chapter III. The Special Commission. (1887-1890)
Chapter IV. An Interim. (1889-1891)
Chapter V. Breach With Mr. Parnell. (1890-1891)
Chapter VI. Biarritz. (1891-1892)
Chapter VII. The Fourth Administration. (1892-1894)
Chapter VIII. Retirement From Public Life. (1894)
Chapter IX. The Close. (1894-1898)
Chapter X. Final.
Appendix
Irish Local Government, 1883. (Page 103)
General Gordon's Instructions. (Page 153)
The Military Position In The Soudan, April 1885. (Page 179)
Home Rule Bill, 1886. (Page 308)
On The Place Of Italy. (Page 415)
The Naval Estimates Of 1894.
Mr. Gladstone's Cabinet Colleagues. (Page 525)
Chronology
Footnotes
BOOK VIII. 1880-1885
Chapter I. Opening Days Of The New Parliament. (1880)
Il y a bien du factice dans le classement politique des hommes.
--GUIZOT.
There is plenty of what is purely artificial in the political
classification of men.
I
On May 20, after eight-and-forty years of strenuous public life, Mr.
Gladstone met his twelfth parliament, and the second in which he had been
chief minister of the crown. "At 4.15," he records, "I went down to the
House with Herbert. There was a great and fervent crowd in Palace Yard,
and much feeling in the House. It almost overpowered me, as I thought by
what deep and hidden agencies I have been brought back into the midst of
the vortex of political action and contention. It has not been in my power
during these last six months to have made notes, as I would have wished,
of my own thoughts and observations from time to time; of the new access
of strength which in some important respects has been administered to me
in my old age; and of the remarkable manner in which Holy Scripture has
been applied to me for admonition and for comfort. Looking calmly on this
course of experience, I do believe that the Almighty has employed me for
His purposes in a manner larger or more special than before, and has
strengthened me and led me on accordingly, though I must not forget the
admirable saying of Hooker, that even ministers of good things are like
torches, a light to others, waste and destruction to themselves."
One who approached his task in such a spirit as this was at least
impregnable to ordinary mortifications, and it was well; for before many
days were over it became perceptible that the new parliament and the new
majority would be no docile instrument of ministerial will. An acute chill
followed the discovery that there was to be no recall of Frere or Layard.
Very early in its history Speaker Brand, surveying his flock from the
august altitude of the Chair with an acute, experienced, and friendly eye,
made up his mind that the liberal party were "not only strong, but
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FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
CONTENTS
A Story
By the Almshouse Window
The Angel
Anne Lisbeth
Beauty of Form and Beauty of Mind
The Beetle who went on his Travels
The Bell
The Bell-deep
The Bird of Popular Song
The Bishop of Borglum and his Warriors
The Bottle Neck
The Buckwheat
The Butterfly
A Cheerful Temper
The Child in the Grave
Children's Prattle
The Farm-yard Cock and the Weather-cock
The Daisy
The Darning-Needle
Delaying is not Forgetting
The Drop of Water
The Dryad
Jack the Dullard
The Dumb Cook
The Elf of the Rose
The Elfin Hill
The Emperor's New Suit
The Fir Tree
The Flax
The Flying Trunk
The Shepherd's Story of the Bond of Friendship
The Girl Who Trod on the Loaf
The Goblin and the Huckster
The Golden Treasure
The Goloshes of Fortune
She was Good for Nothing
Grandmother
A Great Grief
The Happy Family
A Leaf from Heaven
Holger Danske
Ib and Little Christina
The Ice Maiden
The Jewish Maiden
The Jumper
The Last Dream of the Old Oak
The Last Pearl
Little Claus and Big Claus
The Little Elder-tree Mother
Little Ida's Flowers
The Little Match-seller
The Little Mermaid
Little Tiny or Thumbelina
Little Tuk
The Loveliest Rose in the World
The Mail-coach Passengers
The Marsh King's Daughter
The Metal Pig
The Money-box
What the Moon Saw
The Neighbouring Families
The Nightingale
There is no Doubt about it
In the Nursery
The Old Bachelor's Nightcap
The Old Church Bell
The Old Grave-stone
The Old House
What the Old Man Does is Always Right
The Old Street Lamp
Ole-Luk-Oie, the Dream God
Ole the Tower-keeper
Our Aunt
The Garden of Paradise
The Pea Blossom
The Pen and the Inkstand
The Philosopher's Stone
The Phoenix Bird
The Portuguese Duck
The Porter's Son
Poultry Meg's Family
The Princess and the Pea
The Psyche
The Puppet-show Man
The Races
The Red Shoes
Everything in the Right Place
A Rose from Homer's Grave
The Snail and the Rose-tree
A Story from the Sand-hills
The Saucy Boy
The Shadow
The Shepherdess and the Sheep
The Silver Shilling
The Shirt-collar
The Snow Man
The Snow Queen
The Snowdrop
Something
Soup from a Sausage Skewer
The Storks
The Storm Shakes the Shield
The Story of a Mother
The Sunbeam and the Captive
The Swan's Nest
The Swineherd
The Thistle's Experiences
The Thorny Road of Honor
In a Thousand Years
The Brave Tin Soldier
The Tinder-box
The Toad
The Top and Ball
The Travelling Companion
Two Brothers
Two Maidens
The Ugly Duckling
Under the Willow Tree
In the Uttermost Parts of the Sea
What One Can Invent
The Wicked Prince
The Wild Swans
The Will-o-the-Wisp in the Town, Says the Wild Woman
The Story of the Wind
The Windmill
The Story of the Year
A STORY
In the garden all the apple-trees were in blossom. They had
hastened to bring forth flowers before they got green leaves, and in
the yard all the ducklings walked up and down, and the cat too: it
basked in the sun and licked the sunshine from its own paws. And
when one looked at the fields, how beautifully the corn stood and
how green it shone, without comparison! and there was a twittering and
a fluttering of all the little birds, as if the day were a great
festival; and so it was, for it was Sunday. All the bells were
ringing, and all the people went to church, looking cheerful, and
dressed in their best clothes. There was a look of cheerfulness on
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[Illustration: "ARE YOU AFRAID OF YOURSELF?"
_Frontispiece. Page 233_.]
JOHN MARSH'S MILLIONS
A NOVEL
By
CHARLES KLEIN
AND
ARTHUR HORNBLOW
Authors of the Novel "The Lion and the Mouse,"
"The Third Degree," etc.
[Illustration]
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
SAMUEL CAHAN
* * * * *
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT 1910, BY
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I 7
II 23
III 36
IV 50
V 63
VI 80
VII 95
VIII 112
IX 130
X 148
XI 161
XII 179
XIII 198
XIV 214
XV 229
XVI 252
XVII 268
XVIII 286
XIX 306
XX 328
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
"Are you afraid of yourself?" Frontispiece 233
"That's not John Marsh's will" 78
The agonized scream of a mother robbed of her young 175
Paula left the asylum office accompanied by the nurse 300
CHAPTER I.
When John Marsh, the steel man, died, there was considerable stir in the
inner circles of New York society. And no wonder. The wealthy
ironmaster's unexpected demise certainly created a most awkward
situation. It meant nothing less than the social rehabilitation of a
certain individual who, up to this time, had been openly snubbed, not to
say deliberately "cut" by everybody in town. In other words, Society was
compelled, figuratively speaking, to go through the humiliating and
distasteful performance of eating crow. Circumstances alter cases. While
the smart set was fully justified in making a brave show of virtuous
indignation when one of its members so far forgot himself as to get
kicked out of his club, it was only natural that the offending
gentleman's peccadilloes were to be regarded in a more indulgent light
when he suddenly fell heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the
country.
It was too bad about "Jimmy" Marsh. His reputation was unsavory and he
deserved all of it. Total lack of moral principle combined with an
indolent, shiftless disposition had given him a distorted outlook on
things. All his life he had been good for nothing, and at the age of
forty he found himself a nuisance to himself and everybody else. Yet he
was not without a natural cunning which sometimes passed for smartness,
but he often overreached himself and committed blunders of which a
clever man would never be guilty. To put it plainly, Jimmy was crooked.
Fond of a style of living which he was not able to afford and desperate
for funds with which to gratify his expensive tastes, he had foolishly
attempted to cheat at cards. His notions of honor and common decency had
always been nebulous, and when one night, in a friendly game, he
clumsily tried to deal himself an ace from the bottom of the deck, not
even the fact that he was the brother and sole heir of one of the
richest men in the United States could save him from ignominious
expulsion.
The affair made a great noise at the time, and the newspapers were full
of its scandalous details. But the public soon forgets, and as to the
newspapers--they found other victims. Besides, Jimmy's prospects were
too bright to permit of him being dropped from sight altogether. It was
not forgotten that one day he would step into his brother's shoes and
then Society, willy nilly, would have to do homage to his money.
This rich brother, by the way, was largely responsible for Jimmy's
undoing. They were both--he and John--the sons of poor English people
who immigrated to America five years after John's birth. The father was
a journeyman baker and started a small business in Pittsburg. Two
cousins of the same name, William and Henry, haberdashers by trade, had
likewise settled and prospered in New Jersey. Fifteen years later the
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CONCERNING CHRISTIAN LIBERTY
by Martin Luther
LETTER OF MARTIN LUTHER TO POPE LEO X.
Among those monstrous evils of this age with which I have now for three
years been waging war, I am sometimes compelled to look to you and to
call you to mind, most blessed father Leo. In truth, since you alone are
everywhere considered as being the cause of my engaging in war, I cannot
at any time fail to remember you; and although I have been compelled
by the causeless raging of your impious flatterers against me to appeal
from your seat to a future council--fearless of the futile decrees
of your predecessors Pius and Julius, who in their foolish tyranny
prohibited such an action--yet I have never been so alienated in feeling
from your Blessedness as not to have sought with all my might, in
diligent prayer and crying to God, all the best gifts for you and for
your see. But those who have hitherto endeavoured to terrify me with the
majesty of your name and authority, I have begun quite to despise and
triumph over. One thing I see remaining which I cannot despise, and this
has been the reason of my writing anew to your Blessedness: namely, that
I find that blame is cast on me, and that it is imputed to me as a great
offence, that in my rashness I am judged to have spared not even your
person.
Now, to confess the truth openly, I am conscious that, whenever I have
had to mention your person, I have said nothing of you but what was
honourable and good. If I had done otherwise, I could by no means have
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THE DOCTOR'S CHRISTMAS EVE
[Illustration]
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK. BOSTON. CHICAGO
ATLANTA. SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., LIMITED
LONDON. BOMBAY. CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD.
TORONTO
THE DOCTOR'S CHRISTMAS EVE
_Secretum meum mihi_
FRANCIS OF ASSISI
BY
JAMES LANE ALLEN
AUTHOR OF "THE BRIDE OF THE MISTLETOE," "THE CHOIR
INVISIBLE," "A SUMMER IN ARCADY," ETC.
=New York=
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1910
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1910,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
* * * * *
Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1910.
=Norwood Press=
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
TO THE SOWER
PREFACE
THIS work now published under the title of "The Doctor's Christmas Eve"
is the one earlier announced for publication under the title of "A Brood
of the Eagle."
"The Doctor, Herbert and Elsie's father, our nearest neighbor,
your closest friend now in middle life--do you ever tire of the
Doctor and wish him away?"
"The longer I know him, the more I like him, honor him, trust
him."
--_The Bride of the Mistletoe._
CONTENTS
PART FIRST
I
PAGE
THE CHILDREN OF DESIRE 1
II
WHEN A SON FINDS OUT ABOUT HIS FATHER 32
III
THE BOOKS OF THE YEAR 69
IV
THE BOOK OF THE YEARS 107
V
EVERGREEN AND THORN TREE 195
PART SECOND
I
TWO OTHER WINTER SNOWBIRDS AT A WINDOW 213
II
FOUR IN A CAGE 233
III
THE REALM OF MIDNIGHT 258
IV
TIME-SPIRIT AND ETERNAL SPIRIT 271
V
WHEN A FATHER FINDS OUT ABOUT A SON 285
VI
LIVING OUT THE YEARS 297
PART I
THE DOCTOR'S CHRISTMAS EVE
I
THE CHILDREN OF DESIRE
THE morning of the twenty-fourth of December a quarter of a century ago
opened upon the vast plateau of central Kentucky as a brilliant but
bitter day--with a wind like the gales of March.
Out in a neighborhood of one of the wealthiest and most thickly settled
counties, toward the middle of the forenoon, two stumpy figures with
movements full of health and glee appeared on a hilltop of the treeless
landscape. They were the children of the neighborhood physician, a man
of the highest consequence in his part of the world; and they had come
from their home, a white and lemon- eighteenth-century manor
house a mile in their rear. Through the crystalline air the chimneys of
this low structure, rising out of a green girdle of cedar trees, could
be seen emptying unusual smoke which the wind in its gambolling pounced
upon and jerked away level with the chimney-tops.
But if you had stood on the hill where the two children climbed into
view and if your eye could have swept round the horizon with adequate
radius of vision, it would everywhere have been greeted by the same
wondrous harmonious spectacle: out of the chimneys of all dwellings
scattered in comfort and permanence over that rich domestic land--a land
of Anglo-Saxon American homes--more than daily winter smoke was pouring:
one spirit of preparation, one mood of good will, warmed houses and
hearts. The whole visible heaven was receiving the incense of Kentucky
Christmas fires; the whole visible earth was a panorama of the common
peace.
The two dauntless, frost-defying wayfarers--what Emerson, meeting them
in the depths of a New England winter, might have called two scraps of
valor--were following across fields and meadows and pastures one of the
footpaths which children who are friendly neighbors naturally make in
order to get to each other, as the young of wild creatures trace for
themselves upon the earth some new map of old hereditary traits and
cravings. For the goal of their journey they were hurrying toward a
house not yet in sight but hardly more than a mile ahead, where they
were to spend Christmas Day and share in an old people's and children's
Christmas-Tree party on Christmas Night--and where also they were to put
into execution a plot of their own: about which a good deal is to be
narrated.
They were thus transferring the nation's yearly festival of the home
from their own roof-tree to that of another family as the place where it
could be enacted and enjoyed. The tragical meaning of this arrangement
was but too well understood by their parents. To them the abandonment of
their own fireside at the season when its bonds should have been
freshened and deepened scarcely seemed an unnatural occurrence. The
other house had always been to them as a secondary home. It was the
residence of their father's friend, a professor in the State University
situated some miles off across fine country. His two surviving children,
a boy and a girl of about their own ages, had always been their intimate
associates. And the woman of that household--the wife, the mother--all
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Transcriber's Note:
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been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
On page 128, the sentence starting "I did not," may be missing words.
Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
A YANKEE
IN
THE FAR EAST
A YANKEE
IN
THE FAR EAST
BY
GEORGE HOYT ALLEN
_Author of "It Tickled Him"_
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
H. S. WELLER
CLINTON, N. Y.
TRAVELOGUE-ART ASSOCIATION
INCORPORATED
1916
_Copyright, 1914_
BY TRAVELOGUE-ART ASSOCIATION, INC.
_Copyright, 1915_
BY TRAVELOGUE-ART ASSOCIATION, INC.
_All rights reserved_
SECOND EDITION
To my Friend
J. WHITFIELD HIRST
CONTENTS
PAGE
Author's Preface 1
I. War Hell and Bull Fights 7
II. "Missouri" and His False Teeth 17
III. Wong Lee--The Human Bellows 28
IV. Hawaii--and the Fisherman Who'd Sign the Pledge 33
V. The Umpire Who Got a Job 44
VI. The <DW61>s' Five-Story Skyscraper _and_ a Basement 53
VII. Japanese Girls in American Clothes--They Mar the
Landscape 59
VIII. Ceremonious Grandmother--"Missouri" a "Heavenly Twin" 64
IX. Ushi the Rikisha Man 79
X. Missionaries, Tracts, and a Job Worth While 91
XI. Yamamoto and High Cost of Living 99
XII. The Soldier Said Something in Chinese 103
XIII. Ten Thousand Tons on a Wheelbarrow and the Ananias
Club 114
XIV. "Missouri" Meets a Missionary 120
XV. A Sto-o-rm at Sea 133
XVI. The Islands "Discovered" by Dewey 138
XVII. White Filipinos, Aguinaldo, and the Busy Moth 147
XVIII. Singapore--The Humorist's Close Call 156
XIX. The Hindu Guide a Saint Would Be 168
XX. Penang--A Bird, the Female of Its Species, and the
Mangosteen 172
XXI. Burma and Buddha 176
XXII. Baptists and Buddhism 181
XXIII. The Rangoon Business Man Who Drove His Sermon Home 185
XXIV. The Glass of Ice-Water That Jarred Rangoon 188
XXV. The Calcutta Sacred Bull and His Twisted Tail 194
XXVI. The Guide Who Wouldn't Sit in "Master's" Presence 201
XXVII. Royalty vs. "Two Clucks and a Grunt" 206
XXVIII. One Wink, Sixteen Cents, and Royalty 210
XXIX. The Englishman and Mark Twain's Joke, "That's How
They Wash in India" 215
XXX. English as "She Is Spoke" in India 223
XXXI. Five Days' Sail and a Measly Poem 225
XXXII. Beating the Game With One Shirt 240
XXXIII. Through Hell Gate Steerage 257
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
I found myself jammed in with the cruelest, most
blood-thirsty, cut-throat gang I've ever seen 11
They tortured three yesterday, but I was more than satisfied
with one, when I left them to their sport 15
"You see, Mr. Allen, I got those teeth to please my wife" 20
"When I didn't have them in my wife was giving me Hail
Columbia" 24
"With a mouthful of victuals I'd find myself chewing those
false teeth with my other teeth" 26
"Wong," I said, "how fashion you talkee so?
"No can slmoke stlate loom!
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[Illustration: NATURE SERIES]
ORIGIN AND METAMORPHOSES OF INSECTS.
[Illustration]
Nature Series
ON THE ORIGIN AND METAMORPHOSES OF INSECTS
BY
Sir John Lubbock, Bart., M.P., F.R.S., D.C.L., LL.D.
Principal of the London Working Men's College; President of the London
Chamber of Commerce; and Vice-Chairman of the London County Council
With Numerous Illustrations
London Macmillan and Co. and New York 1890
The Right of Translation and Reproduction is Reserved
Richard Clay and Sons, Limited, London and Bungay.
First Edition 1873. Reprinted 1874. New Edition 1890.
PREFACE.
For some years, much of my leisure time has been devoted to the study of
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FRANCE AND ENGLAND in NORTH AMERICA
FOURTH PART
THE OLD REGIME IN CANADA
TWENTY-SIXTH EDITION
BY FRANCIS PARKMAN
BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1874
[Illustration: 0003]
[Illustration: 0007]
[Illustration: 0009]
GEORGE EDWARD ELLIS, D.D.
My dear Dr. Ellis:
When, in my youth, I proposed to write a series of books on the French
in America, you encouraged the attempt, and your helpful kindness has
followed it from that day to this. Pray accept the dedication of this
volume in token of the grateful regard of
Very faithfully yours,
FRANCIS PARKMAN.
PREFACE.
“The physiognomy of a government,” says De Tocqueville, “can best
be judged in its colonies, for there its characteristic traits usually
appear larger and more distinct. When I wish to judge of the spirit and
the faults of the administration of Louis XIV., I must go to Canada. Its
deformity is there seen as through a microscope.”
The monarchical administration of France, at the height of its power
and at the moment of its supreme triumph, stretched an arm across the
Atlantic and grasped the North American continent. This volume attempts
to show by what methods it strove to make good its hold, why it achieved
a certain kind of success, and why it failed at last. The political
system which has fallen, and the antagonistic system which has
prevailed, seem, at first sight, to offer nothing but contrasts; yet out
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[Frontispiece: The Empress of Russia and Queen Alexandra]
RUSSIAN MEMORIES
BY
MADAME OLGA NOVIKOFF "O.K."
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY STEPHEN GRAHAM
AND FIFTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS
HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED 12 ARUNDEL PLACE HAYMARKET LONDON S.W. MCMXVII
WILLIAM BRENDON AND SON, LTD., PRINTERS, PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND
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INTRODUCTION
BY STEPHEN GRAHAM
It is perhaps a little superfluous for one of my years to write an
introduction for one so well known and so much esteemed and admired as
Madame Novikoff. And yet it may seem just, if it does not seem vain,
that a full-hearted tribute should come to her from this generation
which profits by the result of her life and her work--the great new
friendship between England and Russia.
She is one of the most interesting women in European diplomatic
circles. She is a picturesque personality, but more than that she is
one who has really done a great deal in her life. You cannot say of
her, as of so many brilliant women, "She was born, she was admired, she
passed!" Destiny used her to accomplish great ends.
For many in our society life, she stood for Russia, was Russia. For
the poor people of England Russia was represented by the filth of the
Ghetto and the crimes of the so-called "political" refugees; for the
middle classes who read Seton Merriman, Russia was a fantastic country
of revolutionaries and bloodthirsty police; but fortunately the ruling
and upper classes always have had some better vision, they have had the
means of travel, they have seen real representative Russians in their
midst. {2} "They are barbarians, these Russians!" says someone to his
friend. But the friend turns a deaf ear. "I happen to know one of
them," says he.
A beautiful and clever woman always charms, whatever her nationality
may be, and it is possible for her to make conquests that predicate
nothing of the nation to which she belongs. That is true, and therein
lay the true grace and genius of Madame Novikoff. She was not merely a
clever and charming woman, she was Russia herself. Russia lent her
charm. Thus her friends were drawn from serious and vital England.
Gladstone learned from her what Russia was. The great Liberal, the man
who, whatever his virtues, and despite his high religious fervour, yet
committed Liberalism to anti-clericalism and secularism, learned from
her to pronounce the phrase, "Holy Russia." He esteemed her. With his
whole spiritual nature he exalted her. She was his Beatrice, and to
her more than to anyone in his life he brought flowers. Morley has
somehow omitted this in his biography of Gladstone. Like so many
intellectual Radicals he is afraid of idealism. But in truth the key
to the more beautiful side of Gladstone's character might have been
found in his relationship to Madame Novikoff. And possibly that
friendship laid the real foundation of the understanding between the
two nations.
Incidentally let me remark the growing friendliness towards Russia
which is noticeable in the work of Carlyle at that time. A tendency
towards friendship came thus into the air far back in the Victorian era.
{3}
Another most intimate friendship was that of Kinglake and Madame
Novikoff, where again was real appreciation of a fine woman. Anthony
Froude worshipped at the same shrine, and W. T. Stead with many another
in whose heart and hand was the making of modern England.
A marvellously generous and unselfish nature, incapacity to be dull or
feel dull or think that life is dull--a delicious sense of the
humorous, an ingenious mind, a courtliness, and with all this something
of the goddess. She had a presence into which people came. And then
she had a visible Russian soul. There was in her features that
unfamiliar gleam which we are all pursuing now, through opera,
literature and art--the Russian genius.
Madame Novikoff was useful to Russia, it has been reproachfully said.
Yes, she was useful in promoting peace between the two Empires, she was
worth an army in the field to Russia. Yes, and now it may be said she
has been worth an army in the field to us.
When Stead went down on the _Titanic_ one of the last of the great men
who worshipped at her shrine had died. Be it remarked how great was
Stead's faith in Russia, and especially in the Russia of the Tsar and
the Church. And it is well to remember that Madame Novikoff belongs to
orthodox Russia and has never had any sympathy whatever with
revolutionary Russia. This has obtained for her not a few enemies.
There are many Russians with strong political views, estimable but
misguided men, who have issued in the past such harmful rubbish as
_Darkest Russia_, journals and pamphlets wherein {4} systematically
everything to the discredit of the Tsar and his Government, every ugly
scandal or enigmatical happening in Russian contemporary life was
written up and then sent post free to our clergy, etc. To them Madame
Novikoff is naturally distasteful. But as English people we ask, who
has helped us to understand "Brightest Russia"--the Russia in arms
to-day? And the praise and the thanks are to her.
STEPHEN GRAHAM.
Moscow,
27_th August_, 1916.
{5}
EDITOR'S PREFACE
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KOTTŌ
BEING JAPANESE CURIOS, WITH
SUNDRY COBWEBS
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