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An Essay Towards a New Theory of Vision
by
George Berkeley (1685-1753)
CONTENTS
Sect.
1 Design
2 Distance of itself invisible
3 Remote distance perceived rather by experience than by sense
4 Near distance thought to be perceived by the ANGLE of the
OPTIC AXES
5 Difference between this and the former manner of perceiving
distance
6 Also by diverging rays
7 This depends not on experience
8 These the common accounts, but not satisfactory
9 Some IDEAS perceived by the mediation of others
10 No IDEA which is not itself perceived, can be the means of
perceiving another
11 Distance perceived by means of some other IDEA
12 Those lines and angles mentioned in optics, are not themselves
perceived
13 Hence the mind does not perceive distance by lines and angles
14 Also because they have no real existence
15 And because they are insufficient to explain the phenomena
16 The IDEAS that suggest distance are, 1st, the sensation arising
from the turn of the eyes
17 Betwixt which and distance there is no necessary connection
18 Scarce room for mistake in this matter
19 No regard had to the angle of the OPTIC AXES
20 Judgment of distance made with both eyes, the result of EXPERIENCE
21 2ndly, Confusedness of appearance
22 This the occasion of those judgments attributed to diverging rays
23 Objection answered
24 What deceives the writers of optics in this matter
25 The cause why one IDEA may suggest another
26 This applied to confusion and distance
27 Thirrdly, the straining of the eye
28 The occasions which suggest distance have in their own nature
no relation to it
29 A difficult case proposed by Dr. Barrow as repugnant to
all the known theories
30 This case contradicts a received principle in catoptrics
31 It is shown to agree with the principles we have laid down
32 This phenomenon illustrated
33 It confirms the truth of the principle whereby it is explained
34 Vision when distinct, and when confused
35 The different effects of parallel diverging and converging rays
36 How converging and diverging rays come to suggest the same
distance
37 A person extreme purblind would judge aright in the
forementioned case
38 Lines and angles, why useful in optics
39 The not understanding this, a cause of mistake
40 A query proposed, by Mr. Molyneux in his DIOPTRICS, considered
41 One born blind would not at first have any IDEA of distance by
sight
42 This not agreeable to the common principles
43 The proper objects of sight, not without the mind, nor the images
of any thing without the mind
44 This more fully explained
45 In what sense we must be understood to see distance
and external things
46 Distance, and things placed at a distance, not otherwise perceived
by the eye than by the ear
47 The IDEAS of sight more apt to be confounded with the IDEAS
of touch than those of hearing are
48 How this comes to pass
49 Strictly speaking, we never see and feel the same thing
50 Objects of SIGHT twofold, mediate and immediate
51 These hard to separate in our thoughts
52 The received accounts of our perceiving magnitude by sight, false
53 Magnitude perceived as immediately as distance
54 Two kinds of sensible extension, neither of which is
infinitely divisible
55 The tangible magnitude of an OBJECT steady, the visible not
56 By what means tangible magnitude is perceived by sight
57 This further enlarged on
58 No necessary connection between confusion or faintness
of appearance, and small or great magnitude
59 The tangible magnitude of an OBJECT more heeded than the visible,
and why
60 An instance of this
61 Men do not measure by visible feet or inches
62 No necessary connection between visible and tangible extension
63 Greater visible magnitude might signify lesser tangible magnitude
64 The judgments we make of magnitude depend altogether on experience
65 Distance and magnitude seen as shame or anger
66 But we are prone to think otherwise, and why
67 The moon seems greater in the horizon than in the meridian
68 The cause of this phenomenon assigned
69 The horizontal moon, why greater at one time than another.
70 The account we have given proved to be true
71 And confirmed by the moon's appearing greater in a mist
72 Objection answered
73 The way wherein faintness suggests greater magnitude illustrated
74 Appearance of the horizontal moon, why thought difficult to
explain
75 Attempts towards the solution of it made by several, but in vain
76 The opinion of Dr. Wallis
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THE O'RUDDY
_A ROMANCE_
BY
STEPHEN CRANE
_Author of "The Red Badge of Courage," "Active
Service," "Wounds in the Rain," etc._
AND
ROBERT BARR
_Author of "Tekla," "In the Midst of Alarms,"
"Over the Border," "The Victors," etc._
_With frontispiece by_
C. D. WILLIAMS
NEW YORK
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
_Copyright, 1903,_
BY FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
* * * * *
THE O'RUDDY
CHAPTER I
My chieftain ancestors had lived at Glandore for many centuries and
were very well known. Hardly a ship could pass the Old Head of Kinsale
without some boats putting off to exchange the time of day with her,
and our family name was on men's tongues in half the seaports of
Europe, I dare say. My ancestors lived in castles which were like
churches stuck on end, and they drank the best of everything amid the
joyous cries of a devoted peasantry. But the good time passed away
soon enough, and when I had reached the age of eighteen we had nobody
on the land but a few fisher-folk and small farmers, people who were
almost law-abiding, and my father came to die more from disappointment
than from any other cause. Before the end he sent for me to come to
his bedside.
"Tom," he said, "I brought you into existence, and God help you safe
out of it; for you are not the kind of man ever to turn your hand to
work, and there is only enough money to last a gentleman five more
years.
"The 'Martha Bixby,' she was, out of Bristol for the West Indies, and
if it hadn't been for her we would never have got along this far with
plenty to eat and drink. However, I leave you, besides the money, the
two swords,--the grand one that King Louis, God bless him, gave me,
and the plain one that will really be of use to you if you get into a
disturbance. Then here is the most important matter of all.
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[Illustration:
And Adam knew Eve his wife,
and she conceived, and bare Cain.
_Chapter IV_ GENESIS. _1st verse_]
THE
MATRON'S MANUAL
OF
MIDWIFERY,
AND THE
DISEASES OF WOMEN DURING PREGNANCY
AND IN
CHILDBED,
BEING A FAMILIAR AND PRACTICAL TREATISE, MORE
ESPECIALLY INTENDED FOR THE INSTRUCTION OF
FEMALES THEMSELVES, BUT ADAPTED ALSO
FOR POPULAR USE AMONG STUDENTS
AND PRACTITIONERS OF MEDICINE.
By FREDERICK HOLLICK, M. D.,
LECTURER ON PHYSIOLOGY AND FEMALE DISEASES,--AND
AUTHOR OF THE DISEASES OF WOMAN,--OUTLINES
OF ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY
FOR POPULAR USE,--NEUROPATHY,--AND
THE ORIGIN OF LIFE.
ILLUSTRATED BY OVER 50 SPLENDID ENGRAVINGS.
NEW YORK:
PUBLISHED BY T. W. STRONG,
NO. 98 NASSAU STREET.
BOSTON:--NO. 64 CORNHILL.
1849.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848,
By FREDERICK HOLLICK, M. D.,
in the Clerk's office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.
The price of this Book is One Dollar.--It may be obtained of all
Booksellers, or of T. W. STRONG, 98 Nassau-st., N. Y., who will also
send it by Post to any part of the country, on receiving One Dollar
and the Address.--N. B. All Dr. Hollick's other Books will be sent by
T. W. Strong in the same way.
PREFACE.
A short time ago I published a popular treatise on _The Diseases of
Woman_, in the non pregnant state, and in that work I announced my
intention of shortly publishing a similar one on _Pregnancy and its
diseases_. This book is the fulfilment of that promise.
Being the first _popular_, and yet strictly _scientific_ and
_practical_ book on Midwifery ever published, its preparation has
necessarily been a work of great labour and difficulty. Everything
had to be simplified; familiar explanations had to be given of
complicated processes, and illustrations had to be designed that could
be understood by my readers. Little or no assistance could be obtained
from other works on the subject, because they were either designed for
professional men; and therefore too technical, or else were too general
in their explanations, and too unsystematical, to be of any practical
use. I therefore had to write every part afresh myself, and plan a new
arrangement; and so difficult was this to do, satisfactorily, that I
have _twice before_ completed the whole work, and then commenced at the
beginning again, before I was satisfied with my own production.
As it now stands, I trust this treatise answers the purposes for
which it was intended. I have taken care to make it so complete, and
scientific, that a medical student may take it for his text book; and
at the same time I have endeavoured to so simplify it that any female,
of ordinary capacity, can fully understand both its explanations and
practical directions. All purely technical words have been avoided, or,
when absolutely necessary, they have been carefully explained. Every
topic connected with the main subjects has been discussed, and the
latest information given on every point, and from every source.
Such a work as this has long been needed. Females have been kept in
shameful ignorance, of everything connected with their own systems, and
of the wonderful phenomena in which they play so important a part. That
ignorance has led to untold evils, which can never be corrected till
they become more enlightened respecting themselves. Fortunately many
of them begin to see this, and they request, in behalf of themselves
and their sisters, that such knowledge be no longer withheld. I have
been now, for a long time, engaged in this pleasing task of female
instruction, both by my Lectures and books, and in my daily communion
with them as patients; I am therefore aware both of their great lack of
proper information, and of their strong desire for it, and I flatter
myself I also know, from experience and careful observation, the
best mode of imparting it to them. In fact, I have made it a matter
of careful study, not only to render my subject _plain_, but also
_pleasing_ and _unobjectionable_; so that the most unreflecting shall
feel an interest in it, and the most sensitive be able to study it
without pain or repugnance.
The object of this book is not to make _every_ woman a professional
Midwife, nor to induce her to dispense with proper assistance in her
hour of difficulty, but simply to explain to her the nature and manner
of child-birth, and the means by which she is to be assisted. This will
disabuse her mind of many pernicious errors--make her more patient
under her unavoidable difficulties and pains--more docile to what is
required of her, since she will see the _reason_ for it--and it will
also enable her to avoid much positive suffering, and to render great
help, in many cases, to her attendant.--In a case of emergency also,
when other assistance
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Every effort has been made to replicate this text as
faithfully as possible. Some changes have been made.
They are listed at the end of the text, apart from
some changes of puctuation in the Index.
Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
Characters enclosed by curly braces are subscripts
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Dalton's symbols for the elements have been represented
as follows:
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Circle with vertical bar (|) Nitrogen
Circle with central dot (.) Oxygen
Black cirle (*) Carbon
AN INTRODUCTION TO THE HISTORY OF SCIENCE
by
WALTER LIBBY, M.A., Ph.D.
Professor of the History of Science
in the Carnegie Institute of Technology
[Illustration]
Boston New York Chicago
Houghton Mifflin Company
The Riverside Press Cambridge
Copyright, 1917, by Walter Libby
All Rights Reserved
The Riverside Press
Cambridge. Massachusetts
U. S. A
TO MY STUDENTS OF
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[Illustration: LET GO OF THAT HORSE!--PAGE 144. Y. A.]
* * * * *
YOUNG AUCTIONEERS;
OR,
THE POLISHING OF A ROLLING STONE.
By EDWARD STRATEMEYER,
Author of "Bound to be an Electrician," "Shorthand Tom,"
"Fighting for his Own," etc., etc.
W. L. ALLISON COMPANY,
NEW YORK.
* * * * *
Popular Books for Boys and Girls.
Working Upward Series,
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FIGHTING FOR HIS OWN, or The Fortunes of a Young Artist.
Price, $1.00 per Volume, postpaid.
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SCHOOL DAYS OF FRED HARLEY, or Rivals for All Honors.
BY PLUCK, NOT LUCK, or Dan Granbury's Struggle to Rise.
THE MISSING TIN BOX, or Hal Carson's Remarkable City Adventures.
Price, 75 Cents per Volume, postpaid.
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By CAPTAIN RALPH BONEHILL.
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YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEW, or The Mystery of Hermit Island.
LEO THE CIRCUS BOY, or Life Under the Great White Canvas.
Price, 75 Cents per Volume, postpaid.
Young Hunters Series,
By CAPTAIN RALPH BONEHILL.
GUN AND SLED, or The Young Hunters of Snow-Top Island.
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(Another volume in preparation.)
Price, 75 Cents per Volume, postpaid.
W. L. ALLISON CO.,
105 Chambers Street, New York.
COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY W. L. ALLISON CO.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. Matt Attends a Sale 5
II. A Lively Discussion 12
III. Something of the Past 19
IV. An Interesting Proposition 26
V. Matt Is Discharged 33
VI. A Business Partnership 40
VII. Getting Ready to Start 47
VIII. An Unexpected Set-Back 53
IX. The Result of a Fire 60
X. On the Road at Last 68
XI. Harsh Treatment 77
XII. Matt Stands up for Himself 84
XIII. The Corn Salve Doctor 92
XIV. The Young Auctioneer 100
XV. The Charms of Music 108
XVI. The Confidence Man 116
XVII. The Storm 124
XVIII. A Hold Up 132
XIX. Out of a Bad Scrape 141
XX. Accused of Stealing 150
XXI. The Tell-Tale Cap 157
XXII. The Shanty in the Woods 165
XXIII. Something is Missing 173
XXIV. Along the River 181
XXV. A Bitter Mistake 189
XXVI. Something of a Surprise 197
XXVII. Timely Assistance 205
XXVIII. Back to the Village 213
XXIX. Undesirable Customers 220
XXX. A Dash from Danger 229
XXXI. Dangerous Mountain Travelling 238
XXXII. An Interesting Letter 245
XXXIII. The Rival Auctioneers 252
XXXIV. Matt Speaks His Mind 260
XXXV. Tom Inwold 268
XXXVI. Lost in the Snow 277
XXXVII. More of Auction Life 284
XXXVIII. A Surprising Discovery 291
XXXIX. A Mystery Cleared Up 298
XL. The Mining Shares 304
PREFACE.
"The Young Auctioneers" forms the initial volume of a line of juvenile
stories called "The Working Upward Series."
The tale is complete in itself, and tells of the adventures of a
homeless, although not a penniless youth, who
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DR. JOHNSON'S WORKS.
LIVES OF THE POETS.
VOL. I.
THE
WORKS
OF
SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D.
IN NINE VOLUMES.
VOLUME THE SEVENTH.
MDCCCXXV.
CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME.
THE LIVES OF THE ENGLISH POETS.
Cowley
Denham
Milton
Butler
Rochester
Roscommon
Otway
Waller
Pomfret
Dorset
Stepney
J. Philips
Walsh
Dryden
Smith
Duke
King
Sprat
Halifax
Parnell
Garth
Rowe
Addison
Hughes
Sheffield, duke of Buckinghamshire
PREFATORY NOTICE
TO
THE LIVES OF THE POETS.
Such was the simple and unpretending advertisement that announced the
Lives of the English Poets; a work that gave to the British nation a new
style of biography. Johnson's decided taste for this species of writing,
and his familiarity with the works of those whose lives he has recorded,
peculiarly fitted him for the task; but it has been denounced by some as
dogmatical, and even morose; minute critics have detected inaccuracies;
the admirers of particular authors have complained of an insufficiency
of praise to the objects of their fond and exclusive regard; and the
political zealot has affected to decry the staunch and unbending
champion of regal and ecclesiastical rights. Those, again, of high and
imaginative minds, who "lift themselves up to look to the sky of poetry,
and far removed from the dull-making cataract of Nilus, listen to the
planet-like music of poetry;" these accuse Johnson of a heavy and
insensible soul, because he avowed that nature's "world was brazen, and
that the poets only delivered a golden[1]."
But in spite of the censures of political opponents, private friends,
and angry critics, it will be acknowledged, by the impartial, and
by every lover of virtue and of truth, that Johnson's honest heart,
penetrating mind, and powerful intellect, has given to the world
memoirs fraught with what is infinitely more valuable than mere verbal
criticism, or imaginative speculation; he has presented, in his Lives of
the English Poets, the fruits of his long and careful examination of men
and manners, and repeated in his age, with the authoritative voice of
experience, the same dignified lessons of morality, with which he
had instructed his readers in his earlier years. And if these lives
contained few merits of their own, they confessedly amended the
criticism of the nation, and opened the path to a more enlarged and
liberal style of biography than had, before their publication, appeared.
The bold manner in which Johnson delivered what he believed to be the
truth, naturally provoked hostile attack, and we are not prepared to
say, that, in many instances, the strictures passed upon him might not
be just. We will call the attention of our readers to some few of the
charges brought against the work now before us, and then leave it to
their candid and unbiased judgment to decide, whether the deficiencies
pointed out are but as dust in the balance, when brought to weigh
against the sterling excellence with which this last and greatest
production of our Moralist abounds.
He has been accused of indulging a spirit of political animosity, of an
illiberal and captious method of criticism, of frequent inaccuracies,
and of a general haughtiness of manner, indicative of a feeling of
superiority over the subjects of his memorial.
In the life of Milton his political prejudices are most apparent. It is
not our duty, neither our inclination, in this place, to discuss the
accuracy of Johnson's political wisdom. We cannot, however, but respect
the integrity with which he clung to the instructions of his youth,
amidst poverty, and all those inconveniencies which usually drive men to
a discontent with things as they are.
Those who censure him without qualification or reserve, are as bad, or
worse, on the opposite side.
They accuse him of narrow-minded prejudice, and of bigoted attachment to
powers that be with a rancour little befitting the liberality of which
they make such vaunting professions. Johnson had a really benevolent
heart, but despised and detested the affectation of a sentimental and
universal philanthropy, which neglects the practical charities of
home and kindred, in its wild and excursive flights after distant and
romantic objects. He was no tyrant, even in theory, but he dreaded, and,
therefore, sought to expose, the lurking designs of those who opposed
constituted authorities, because they hated subjection; and who, when
they gained power themselves, proved the well-grounded nature of the
fears entertained respecting their sincerity. Johnson was a firm
English character, and his surly expressions were often philanthropy in
disguise. They have little studied his real disposition, who impute his
occasional austerity of manner to misanthropy at heart. The man who is
smooth to all alike, is frequently the friend of none, and those who
entertain no aversions, have,
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[Illustration: "I ain't blamin' her, nor never will"]
CALEB WEST, MASTER DIVER
BY F. HOPKINSON SMITH
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
MALCOLM FRASER AND ARTHUR I. KELLER
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1898
COPYRIGHT, 1897 AND 1898, BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY F. HOPKINSON SMITH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CONTENTS
I. The Cape Ann Sloop
II. A Morning's Mail
III. Captain Brandt at the Throttle
IV. Among the Blackfish and Tomcods
V. Aunty Bell's Kitchen
VI. A Little Dinner for Five
VII. Betty's First Patient
VIII. The "Heave Ho" of Lonny Bowles
IX. What the Butcher Saw
X. Strains from Bock's 'Cello
XI. Captain Joe's Telegram
XII. Captain Joe's Creed
XIII. A Shanty Door
XIV. Two Envelopes
XV. A Narrow Path
XVI. Under the Willows
XVII. The Song of the Fire
XVIII. The Equinoctial Gale
XIX. From the Lantern Deck
XX. At the Pines
XXI. The Record of Nickles, the Cook
XXII. After the Battle
XXIII. A Broken Draw
XXIV. The Swinging Gate
XXV. Under the Pitiless Stars
XXVI. Caleb Trims His Lights
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"I ain't blamin' her, nor never will"
"Swung back the gate with the gesture of a rollicking boy"
"Helen... in white muslin--not a jewel"
"No, it's my Betty"
"What's she but a chit of a child that don't know no better"
"Sanford... raised her hand to his lips"
"Thank God, Tony! Thank God!"
"Victory is ours!"
"The diver knelt in a passive, listless way"
"Ain't nothin' to skeer ye, child"
CALEB WEST, MASTER DIVER
CHAPTER I
THE CAPE ANN SLOOP
The rising sun burned its way through a low-lying mist that hid the
river, and flashed its search-light rays over the sleeping city. The
blackened tops of the tall stacks caught the signal, and answered in
belching clouds of gray steam that turned to gold as they floated
upwards in the morning air. The long rows of the many-eyed tenements
cresting the hill blinked in the dazzling light, threw wide their
shutters, and waved curling smoke flags from countless chimneys.
Narrow, silent alleys awoke. Doors opened and shut. Single figures
swinging dinner-pails, and groups of girls with baskets, hurried to
and fro. The rumbling of carts was heard and shrill street cries.
Suddenly the molten ball swung clear of the purple haze and flooded
the city with tremulous light. The vanes of the steeples flashed and
blazed. The slanting roofs, wet with the night dew, glistened like
silver. The budding trees, filling the great squares, flamed pink and
yellow, their tender branches quivering in the rosy light.
Now long, deep-toned whistles--reveille of forge, spindle, and
press--startled the air. Surging crowds filled the thoroughfares;
panting horses tugged at the surface cars; cabs rattled over the
cobblestones, and loaded trucks began to block the crossings.
The great city was astir.
At the sun's first gleam, Henry Sanford had waked with joyous start.
Young, alert, full of health and courage as he was, the touch of its
rays never came too early for him. To-day they had been like the hand
of a friend, rousing him with promises of good fortune.
Dressing with eager haste, he had hurried into the room adjoining his
private apartments, which served as his uptown business office.
Important matters awaited him. Within a few hours a question of vital
moment had to be decided,--one upon which the present success of his
work depended.
As he entered, the sunshine, pouring through the wide windows, fell
across a drawing-table covered with the plans of the lighthouse he was
then building; illumined a desk piled high with correspondence, and
patterned a wall upon which were hung photographs and sketches of the
various structures which had marked the progress of his engineering
career.
But it was toward a telegram lying open on his desk that
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CATHEDRAL CITIES OF SPAIN
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CATHEDRAL CITIES
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[Illustration: colophon]
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
NEW YORK: DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
1909
_All rights reserved_
_Copyright, London, 1909, by William Heinemann and
Washington, U.S.A., by Dodd, Mead & Co_
PREFACE
Spain, the country of contrasts, of races differing from one another in
habits, customs, and language, has one great thing that welds it into a
homogeneous nation, and this is its Religion. Wherever one's footsteps
wander, be it in the progressive provinces of the north, the mediævalism
of the Great Plain, or in that still eastern portion of the south,
Andalusia, this one thing is ever omnipresent and stamps itself on the
memory as the great living force throughout the Peninsula.
In her Cathedrals and Churches, her ruined Monasteries and Convents,
there is more than abundant evidence of the vitality of her Faith; and
we can see how, after the expulsion of the Moor, the wealth of the
nation poured into the coffers of the Church and there centralised the
life of the nation.
In the mountain fastnesses of Asturias the churches of Santa Maria de
Naranco and San Miguel de Lino, dating from the ninth century and
contemporary with San Pablo and Santa Cristina, in Barcelona, are the
earliest Christian buildings in Spain. As the Moor was pushed further
south, a new style followed his retreating steps; and the Romanesque,
introduced from over the Pyrenees, became the adopted form of
architecture in the more or less settled parts of the country. Creeping
south through Leon, where San Isidoro is well worth mention, we find the
finest examples of the period in the eleventh and twelfth centuries, at
Segovia, Avila, and the grand Catedral Vieja of Salamanca.
Spain sought help from France to expel the Moor, and it is but natural
that the more advanced nation should leave her mark somewhere and in
some way in the country she pacifically invaded. Before the spread of
this influence became general, we find at least one great monument of
native genius rise up at Tarragona. The Transition Cathedral there can
lay claim to be entirely Spanish. It is the epitome and outcome of a
yearning for the display of Spain's own talent, and is one of the most
interesting and beautiful in the whole country.
Toledo, Leon, and Burgos are the three Cathedrals known as the "French"
Cathedrals of Spain. They are Gothic and the first named is the finest
of all. Spanish Gothic is best exemplified in the Cathedral of
Barcelona. For late-Gothic,
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THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
VOL. XIV, NO. 399.] SUPPLEMENTARY NUMBER. [PRICE 2d.
Verona
[Illustration: Verona.]
SPIRIT OF THE ANNUALS FOR 1830.
Fair and gentle readers, we present you with a kaleidoscopic view of
some of these elegant trifles--the very _bijouterie_ of art and
literature--in picture outmastering each other in gems of ingenuity, and
in print, exalting a thousand beautiful fancies into a halo of harmony
and happiness for the coming year. We call these "trifles," but in the
best sense of the term--ay, the air-plants of literature, whose light
flowers and fancies shoot up and entwine with our best affections, and
even lend a charm to the loveliest of their objects.
We commence with
The Gem,
almost the "youngling of the flock," which contains the original of the
annexed Engraving, by W.J. Cooke, appended to which is the following
illustrative sketch:--
VERONA.
_By Mrs. Maria Callcott_.
The drawing from which our engraving is made, is one of the relics of
the late Mr. Bonington, whose early death has caused such great and just
regret to the lovers of painting. It represents one of those ancient
towers, and one of those magnificent palaces, (the Maffei Palace), which
distinguish the city of Verona, and, by their peculiar character mark it
both as the ancient Gothic capital of northern Italy, and as one of the
great principalities of the middle ages.
Verona is indebted to nature for part of the charms it possesses for a
traveller. It is nearly surrounded by the broad and rapid Adige: the
hills towards the Tyrol have a majestic character, which, as they
approach the city, is softened by vineyards, and fields, and gardens,
between agreeable villas or groves of cypress. The dress of the people
is picturesque; their habits are cheerful, and their manners kindly.
Besides all this, there is scarcely a city, even in Italy, to which we
attach a more romantic interest than to Verona. Under its ancient Gothic
name of Bern, it is the scene of many of the Teutonic tales which are
woven into the Book of Heroes, and the song of the Nibelung. The poets
and novelists of the middle ages have also laid the scenes of many of
their enchanting tales in this beautiful city; and our own Shakspeare
has brought Verona so home to every English reader, that we feel almost
to have a right of possession in the place.
Originally a city of the Rhetians, Verona became a Roman colony about
the time of Julius Caeser, who caused its inhabitants to be enrolled
among the number of Roman citizens. Its most flourishing periods under
the empire were the reigns of Vaspasian and of Hadrian, when various
temples, and other public buildings, of which some fragments still
remain, were erected, and the magnificent ampitheatre, which is still
used for scenic representations, was built. It was under the reign of
Trajan, that Verona received its first Christian Bishop, Euprepius; and
in that of Dioclesian, that its martyrs, Fermus and Rusticus, suffered.
The conquest of the city by Constantine, and the fearful battle fought
in its immediate neighbourhood between Stilicho and Attila, produced
little change in the condition of Verona, which continued to partake of
the general fortunes of the empire, until the reign of Theodoric the
Great.
After the invasion of Italy by the Ostrogoths, under Theodoric, and his
victory over Odoacer, which ensured him the sovereignty of the country,
from the Alps to Calabria, about the year 493, he fixed his capital at
Verona, or, as it was called by the Goths, Bern:[1] there he built a
magnificent palace, which communicated, by a continued portico,
with principal gate of the city. He renewed the Roman walls and
fortifications, repaired the aqueducts, and constructed commodious
baths and other public buildings.[2]
[1] See Gibbon's "Decline and Fall," chap. 39, for the general
conduct of Theodoric in Italy.
[2] Tiraboschi, book i.
After the death of Theodoric, A.D. 526, in the 37th year of his reign,
the disturbed reigns of his daughter Amalasontha and her son Athalaric
were an earnest of the distractions that Verona suffered, in common with
the rest of Italy, till the taking of the city by Charlemagne, when a
short period of tranquillity was enjoyed. Yet there a part of the great
family tragedy, which secured his possession of the empire, was acted.
He found in the town the widow and children of his brother Carloman, and
they were sacrificed to his security. His eldest son, Pepin Hunchback,
died at Verona, and was buried in St. Zeno's church, which he had
founded. The present magnificent temple stands nearly on the site of
Pepin's humbler foundation; and the great stone, now shown in the court,
called the tomb of King Pepin, is very possibly that of Charlemagne's
son.
During the disastrous period that followed, Verona underwent all the
evils that its situation (at the very entrance to Italy from Germany)
was so peculiarly calculated to draw upon it. The invasions of the
Othos, the wars of the Guelfs and Ghibelines, the struggles of the
people against oppression, and between the oppressors for power, from
time to time distressed the city and robbed the citizens. Yet the very
struggle for freedom and power ensured a portion of the former to the
people, who were courted by all parties; and Verona became rich by the
visits of her masters, and of such as courted her assistance. But it was
in the thirteenth century that she became the queen of northern Italy,
under the reign of the Scaligers, or della Scalas, who, from simple
citizens, were raised, by their valour, their humanity, and the free
choice of the people, to the sovereignty of the state.
During one hundred and twenty-seven years, ten princes of that
illustrious house reigned in Verona. The first six were men of
extraordinary talent, and, for the time in which they lived, of
extraordinary virtue. They not only enlarged the boundaries of the
Veronese, but subjected several distant cities. Albert della Scala added
Trent and Riva, Parma and Reggio, Belluno and Vicenza, to his dominions;
and Can Grande conquered Padua, Trevigi, Mantua, and Feltre. It is his
body that is laid in the plain sarcophagus over the door of the little
church of St. Mary of the Scaligers, only adorned with the figure of a
knight on horseback, of nearly the natural size, above it. The other
tombs, on which it looks down, are those of his successors: they are
gorgeous in ornament, and form a conspicuous group among the picturesque
buildings of the city; but they are built over the ashes of men under
whom their family and state declined, until the Visconti of Milan,
having overcome the princes, built the citadel, and fortified Castello
San Pietro.
We must not omit to state that under Bartolomeo, the third of the
Scaligers, that tragic end was put to the rivalry of the great families,
Capelletti and Montecchi, which served Bandello as the foundation of one
of his most popular novels, and Shakspeare as the plot of Romeo and
Juliet. The tomb now shown as that of Juliet, is an ancient sarcophagus
of red granite: it has suffered from the fire which, burnt down the
church where it was originally placed.
The Visconti did not long rule in Verona: about the year 1405, the
Veronese placed themselves under the protection of Venice, whose good
and ill fortune they partook of, until the period of the French
Revolution, when, in 1796, the Venetian Republic ceased to exist. In
1798, the German army occupied Verona, and thought itself secure behind
walls which had stood against Catinat, and which had been improved and
strengthened by Prince Eugene; but, in 1801, it fell into the hands of
the French, and became part of the kingdom of Italy. The events of 1814
placed the Veronese under the dominion of Austria; and, in 1822, this
ancient capital of the North of Italy was the scene of a congress,
wherein the divisions of Europe were remodelled, and its proportions
changed in a manner that it is to be hoped will, in the end, conduce to
its prosperity. Never had such a royal meeting taken place since the
days of Theodoric, whose companions were princes from every nation on
earth.
But they looked on the ruins of Verona. The Roman Amphitheatre is,
perhaps, the least injured of all the public buildings. On the walls,
the four bridges, the cast
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THE
YOUNG ALASKANS
ON THE TRAIL
BY
EMERSON HOUGH
AUTHOR OF
"THE YOUNG ALASKANS"
"THE STORY OF THE COWBOY"
ILLUSTRATED
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
MCMXI
BOOKS BY
EMERSON HOUGH
THE YOUNG ALASKANS. Ill'd. Post 8vo $1.25
YOUNG ALASKANS ON THE TRAIL. Ill'd. Post 8vo 1.25
HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY HARPER & BROTHERS
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
[Illustration: See page 75
AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE]
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. TAKING THE TRAIL 1
II. THE GATE OF THE MOUNTAINS 10
III. STUDYING OUT THE TRAIL 23
IV. THE GREAT DIVIDE 37
V. CROSSING THE HEIGHT OF LAND 43
VI. FOLLOWING MACKENZIE 53
VII. AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE 69
VIII. A HUNT FOR BIGHORN 83
IX. A NIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS 102
X. HOW THE SPLIT-STONE LAKE WAS NAMED 112
XI. LESSONS IN WILD LIFE 119
XII. WILD COUNTRY AND WILDERNESS WAYS 134
XIII. THE CARIBOU HUNT 143
XIV. EXPLORING THE WILDERNESS 158
XV. IN THE BIG WATERS 168
XVI. THE GRIZZLY HUNT 181
XVII. THE YOUNG ALASKANS' "LOB-STICK" 191
XVIII. BAD LUCK WITH THE "MARY ANN" 200
XIX. NEW PLANS 207
XX. THE GORGE OF THE MOUNTAINS 217
XXI. THE PORTAGE OF THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS 226
XXII. EAST OF THE ROCKIES 232
XXIII. THE LAND OF PLENTY 236
XXIV. THE WHITE MAN'S COUNTRY 244
XXV. HOW THE ERMINE GOT HIS TAIL BLACK 249
XXVI. TRAILING THE BEAR 254
XVII. THE END OF THE OLD WAR-TRAIL 264
XXVIII. STEAMBOATING IN THE FAR NORTH 274
XXIX. A MOOSE HUNT 286
XXX. FARTHEST NORTH 294
XXXI. HOMEWARD BOUND 307
XXXII. LEAVING THE TRAIL 317
ILLUSTRATIONS
AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE _Frontispiece_
THE BEAR BROKE COVER WITH A SAVAGE ROAR _Facing p._ 186
MOISE AT HOME " 266
THE PORTAGE, VERMILION CHUTES, PEACE RIVER " 302
THE YOUNG ALASKANS
ON THE TRAIL
I
TAKING THE TRAIL
It was a wild and beautiful scene which lay about the little camp
in the far-off mountains of the Northwest. The sun had sunk beyond
the loftier ridges, although even now in the valley there remained
considerable light. One could have seen many miles over the
surrounding country had not, close at hand, where the little white
tent stood, the forest of spruce been very dense and green. At no
great distance beyond its edge was rough and broken country. Farther
on, to the southward, stood white-topped peaks many miles distant,
although from the camp these could not be seen.
It might have seemed a forbidding scene to any one not used to travel
among the mountains. One step aside into the bush, and one would have
fancied that no foot had ever trod here. There was no indication of
road or trail, nor any hint of a settlement. The forest stood dark,
and to-night, so motionless was the air, its silence was more complete
than is usually the case among the pines or spruces, where always the
upper branches murmur and whisper among themselves. Such scenes cause
a feeling of depression even among grown persons who first meet them;
and to-night, in this remote spot, one could not well have blamed the
three young occupants of this camp had they felt a trifle uneasy as
the twilight drew on toward darkness.
They were, it is true, not wholly new to camp life, these three
boys--Rob McIntyre, John Hardy, and Jesse Wilcox. You may perhaps call
to mind the names of these, since they are the same who, more than a
year before, were cast away for some time on the <DW72>s of Kadiak
Island, in the far upper portion of Alaska; from which place
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[Illustration: "I don't want to fight! I'm glad it's not ladylike to
fight, it scares me so!" [Page 12.]]
THE ROSIE WORLD
BY
PARKER FILLMORE
Author of "The Hickory Limb," "The Young Idea"
With Illustrations by
MAGINEL WRIGHT ENRIGHT
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1914
Copyright, 1914.
BY
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
_Published September, 1914_
Parts of _The Rosie World_ have appeared serially in _Everybody's
Magazine_ under the titles: "The Chin-Chopper," "A Little Savings
Account," copyright, 1912, by The Ridgway Company; "A Little Mother
Hen," "The Loan of a Gentleman Friend," "Crazy with the Heat,"
copyright, 1913, by The Ridgway Company; "The Stenog," "The Watch-Dog,"
"The Rosie Morrow," copyright, 1914, by The Ridgway Company; and in
_Smith's Magazine_ under the title: "What Every Lady Wants," copyright,
1913, by Street & Smith.
To
Gilman Hall
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE CHIN-CHOPPER 1
II THE SCHNITZER 7
III THE PAPER-GIRL 18
IV A LITTLE SAVINGS ACCOUNT 25
V GEORGE RILEY ON MUCKERS 40
VI JACKIE 47
VII HOW TO KEEP A DUCK OUT OF WATER 59
VIII A LITTLE MOTHER HEN 67
IX JANET'S AUNT KITTY 78
X ROSIE RECEIVES AN INVITATION 87
XI THE TRACTION BOYS' PICNIC 93
XII THE LOAN OF A GENTLEMAN FRIEND 99
XIII JANET EXPLAINS 107
XIV ON SCARS AND BRUISES 113
XV THE BRUTE AT BAY 123
XVI WHAT EVERY LADY WANTS 130
XVII ROSIE PROMISES TO BE GOOD 143
XVIII ON THE CULTURE OF BABIES 147
XIX CRAZY WITH THE HEAT 157
XX A FEVERED WORLD 165
XXI THE STORM 168
XXII A CHANCE FOR GERALDINE 171
XXIII HOME AGAIN 175
XXIV GEORGE TURNS 182
XXV DANNY AGIN ON LOVE 194
XXVI ELLEN 204
XXVII ROSIE URGES COMMON SENSE 213
XXVIII JANET USES STRONG LANGUAGE 224
XXIX THE CASE OF DAVE MCFADDEN 234
XXX JANET TO HER OWN FATHER 242
XXXI DANNY'S SUGGESTION 254
XXXII THE SUBSTITUTE LADY 264
XXXIII ELLEN'S CAREER 273
XXXIV THE KIND-HEARTED GENTLEMAN 285
XXXV ELLEN MAKES AN ANNOUNCEMENT 292
XXXVI THE HAPPY LOVER 298
XXXVII THE SISTERS 304
XXXVIII ELLEN HAS HER FLING 308
XXXIX THE WATCH-DOG 317
XL MR. HARRY LONG EXPLAINS 322
XLI THE GREATEST TEACHER IN THE WORLD 335
XLII THE ROSIE MORROW 349
ILLUSTRATIONS
"I don't want to fight! I'm glad it's not ladylike to fight,
it scares me so!" _Frontispiece_
PAGE
"Here, baby darlint, go to sister Rosie" 48
Rosie gently lifted off his nightshirt and held the candle
close 60
"Because you kiss Janet McFadden, you needn't think
you can kiss any girl" 106
Rosie stared at him out of eyes that were very sad and
very serious 148
She read it again by the light of the candle 290
To be the confidant of Mrs. O'Brien in this particular
disappointment was embarrassing, to say the least 298
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THE LAY ANTHONY
A Romance
By Joseph Hergesheimer
New York & London
Mitchell Kennerley 1914
"_... if in passing from this deceitful world into true life love is
not forgotten,... I know that among the most joyous souls of the third
heaven my Fiametta sees my pain. Pray her, if the sweet draught of Lethe
has not robbed me of her,... to obtain my ascent to her._"
--Giovanni Boccaccio
TO
DOROTHY
THIS
FIGMENT OF A PERPETUAL FLOWERING
THE LAY ANTHONY
I--A ROMANCE
NOT for the honor of winning the Vanderbilt Cup, nor for the glory of
pitching a major
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AN AMERICAN
ROBINSON CRUSOE
FOR AMERICAN BOYS AND GIRLS
THE ADAPTATION, WITH ADDITIONAL INCIDENTS
BY
SAMUEL B. ALLISON, Ph.D.
ASSISTANT SUPERINTENDENT OF SCHOOLS, CHICAGO, ILL.
EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY
BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO SAN FRANCISCO
COPYRIGHT, 1918
BY
EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY
CONTENTS
I Robinson with His Parents 7
II Robinson as an Apprentice 10
III Robinson's Departure 13
IV Robinson Far from Home 17
V The Shipwreck 19
VI Robinson Saved 21
VII The First Night on Land 23
VIII Robinson on an Island 28
IX Robinson's Shelter 30
X Robinson Makes a Hat 34
XI Robinson's Calendar 38
XII Robinson Makes a Hunting Bag 41
XIII Robinson Explores the Island 44
XIV Robinson as a Hunter 48
XV Robinson's Shoes and Parasol 51
XVI Getting Fire 53
XVII Robinson Makes Some Furniture 55
XVIII Robinson Becomes a Shepherd 57
XIX Robinson Builds a Home for His Goats 60
XX Robinson Gets Ready for Winter 64
XXI How Robinson Lays up a Store of Food 67
XXII Robinson's Diary 70
XXIII Robinson is Sick 74
XXIV Robinson's Bower 77
XXV Robinson Again Explores His Island 81
XXVI Robinson and His Birds 84
XXVII Robinson Gets Fire 89
XXVIII Robinson Makes Baskets 93
XXIX Robinson Becomes a Farmer 98
XXX Robinson as Potter 104
XXXI Robinson as Baker 108
XXXII Robinson as Fisherman 112
XXXIII Robinson Builds a Boat 116
XXXIV Robinson as a Sailor 120
XXXV A Discovery 127
XXXVI The Landing of the Savages 133
XXXVII Robinson as Teacher 139
XXXVIII Another Shipwreck 144
XXXIX Saving Things from the Ship 149
XL The Return of the Savages 155
XLI Deliverance at Last 162
XLII Robinson at Home 167
PREFATORY NOTE
"An American Robinson Crusoe" is the outcome of many years of experience
with the story in the early grades of elementary schools. It was written
to be used as a content in giving a knowledge of the beginning and
development of human progress. The aim is not just to furnish an
interesting narrative, but one that is true to the course of human
development and the scientific and geographical facts of the island on
which Robinson is supposed to have lived.
The excuse for departing so widely from the original story is to be
found in the use which was desired to be made of it. The story here
presented is simply the free adaptation of the original narrative to the
demand for a specific kind of content in a form which would be
interesting to the children.
The teacher is and should be justified in using with entire freedom any
material accessible for the ends of instruction.
The text as here given has been published with an introduction and
suggestive treatments as a Teacher's Manual for Primary Grades--"The
Teacher's Robinson Crusoe." Explicit directions and ample suggestions
are made for the use of the story as material for instruction in all the
language arts, drawing, social history, and the manual arts.
Published by the Educational Publishing Company.
AN AMERICAN
ROBINSON CRUSOE
I
ROBINSON WITH HIS PARENTS
There once lived in the city of New York, a boy by the name of Robinson
Crusoe. He had a pleasant home. His father and mother were kind to him
and sent him to school. They hoped that he would study hard and grow up
to be a wise and useful man, but he loved rather to run idle about the
street than to go to school. He was fond of playing along the River
Hudson, for he there saw the great ships come and go. They were as big
as houses. He watched them load and unload their cargoes and hundreds of
people get off and on. His father had told him that the ships came from
far distant lands, where lived many large animals and black men. His
father told him too, that in these faraway countries the nuts on the
trees grew to be as large as one's head and that the tree were as high
as church steeples.
When Robinson saw the ships put out to sea he would watch them till they
would disappear below the horizon far out in the ocean, and think, "Oh,
if I could only go with them far away to see those strange countries!"
Thus he would linger along the great river and wish he might find an
opportunity of making a voyage. Often it would be dark before he would
get home. When he came into the house his mother would meet him and say
in a gentle voice, "Why, Robinson, how late you are in getting home! You
have been to the river again."
[Illustration: ROBINSON WATCHING THE SHIPS]
Then Robinson would hang his head and feel deeply ashamed, and when his
father, who was a merchant, came home from the store, his mother would
tell him that Robinson had again been truant.
This would grieve his father deeply and he would go to the boy's bedside
and talk earnestly with him. "Why do you do so?" he would say. "How
often have I told you to go to school every day?" This would for a time
win Robinson back to school, but by the next week it had been forgotten
and he would again be loitering along the river in spite of his father's
remonstrances.
II
ROBINSON AS AN APPRENTICE
In this way one year after another slipped by. Robinson was not more
diligent. He was now almost sixteen years old and had not learned
anything. Then came his birthday. In the afternoon his father called him
into his room. Robinson opened the door softly. There sat his father
with a sad face. He looked up and said, "Well, Robinson, all your
schoolmates have long been busy trying to learn something, so that they
may be able to earn their own living. Paul will be a baker, Robert a
butcher, Martin is learning to be a carpenter, Herman a tailor, Otto a
blacksmith, Fritz is going to high school, because he is going to be a
teacher. Now, you are still doing nothing. This will not do. From this
time on I wish you to think of becoming a merchant. In the morning you
will go with me to the store and begin work. If you are attentive and
skillful, when the time comes you can take up my business and carry it
on. But if you remain careless and continue to idle about, no one will
ever want you and you must starve because you will never be able to earn
a living."
So the next morning Robinson went to the store and began work. He
wrapped up sugar and coffee, he weighed out rice and beans. He sold meal
and salt, and when the dray wagon pulled up at the store, loaded with
new goods, he sprang out quickly and helped to unload it. He carried in
sacks of flour and chests of tea, and rolled in barrels of coffee and
molasses. He also worked some at the desk. He looked into the account
books and saw in neat writing, "Goods received" and "Goods sold." He
noticed how his father wrote letters and reckoned up his accounts. He
even took his pen in hand and put the addresses on the letters and
packages as well as he could.
But soon he was back in his careless habits. He was no longer attentive
to business. He wrapped up salt instead of sugar. He put false weights
on the scales. He gave some too much and others too little. His hands,
only, were in the business, his mind was far away on the ocean with the
ships. When he helped unload the wagons, he would often let the chests
and casks drop, so that they were broken and their contents would run
out on the ground. For he was always thinking, "Where have these casks
come from and how beautiful it must be there!" And many times packages
came back because Robinson had written the name of the place or the
country wrong. For when he was writing the address, he was always
thinking, "You will be laid upon a wagon and will then go into the
ship." One day he had to write a letter to a man far over the sea. He
could stand it no longer. His father had gone out. He threw down the
pen, picked up his hat and ran out to the Hudson to see the ships, and
from that time on he spent more time loitering along the river than he
did in the store.
III
ROBINSON'S DEPARTURE
Robinson's father soon noticed that his son was no longer attending to
his work, and one morning sent for him to come to his office. When
Robinson came in his father arose from his chair and looked him long and
earnestly in the face. Then he said, "I am very sorry, Robinson, that
you seem determined to continue your evil ways. If you do not do better
you will grow up to be a beggar or worse." Robinson cast his eyes down
and said, "I do not want to be a merchant, I would rather sail in a ship
around the world." His father answered, "If you do not know anything you
cannot be of use on a ship, and no one will want you. In a strange land
you cannot live without working. If you run away from your parents you
will come to be sorry for it." Robinson wept, for he saw that his father
was right, and he promised to obey.
After two or three weeks, Robinson went to his mother and said,
"Mother, won't you go to father and tell him that if he will only let me
take one voyage and it proves to be unpleasant, I will come back to the
store and work hard?" But the mother cried. With tears in her eyes, she
said: "Robinson, your brothers are both dead. You are the only child
left to us and if you go away, we shall be entirely alone. How easy it
would be to be drowned in the sea, or torn to pieces by wild animals
away there in a foreign country. Both your father and myself are getting
along in years and who will take care of us when we are sick? Do not
cause us the grief we must suffer if you go away so far amid so many
dangers. I cannot bear to have you speak of it again."
Robinson did not speak of it again, but he did not forget it. He was
nineteen years old. It was one day in August that Robinson stood at the
wharf looking longingly after the departing ships. As he stood there,
someone touched him on the shoulder. It was a ship captain's son. He
pointed to a long ship and said, "My father sails to-day in that ship
for Africa and takes me with him."
"Oh, if I could only go with you!" cried Robinson.
"Do come along," cried his comrade.
"But I have no money," said Robinson.
"That doesn't make any difference," returned the captain's son. "We will
take you anyway."
Robinson, without thinking for a moment, gave his friend his hand and
promised to go with him.
So without saying "Good-bye" to his parents, Robinson went immediately
on board the ship with his friend. This happened on the 10th of August.
[Illustration: ROBINSON AND THE CAPTAIN'S SON]
IV
ROBINSON FAR FROM HOME
ROBINSON'S VOYAGE
Once on board, Robinson watched the preparations for departure. At
command the sailors clambered up into the rigging and loosened the
sails. Then the captain from his bridge called out, "Hoist the anchor!"
Then the great iron hooks that held the ship fast were lifted up, a
cannon sounded a final farewell. Robinson stood on the deck. He saw the
great city shimmer in the sunshine before him. Very fast now the land
was being left behind. It was not long until all that could be seen of
his native city was the tops of the highest towers. Then all faded
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HONEST MONEY
HONEST MONEY
BY
ARTHUR I. FONDA
New York
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND LONDON
1895
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1895,
BY MACMILLAN AND CO.
Norwood Press:
J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
PREFACE.
In an article in the "American Journal of Politics" for July, 1893, I
gave a brief statement of the conclusions I had reached in an attempt
to analyze the requirements of a perfect money.
The limits of a magazine article prevented a full discussion of the
subject; many points were left untouched, and all quotations from the
works of other writers, in support of the brief arguments given, were
of necessity omitted.
As the course of events since the article referred to was written has
more fully confirmed the conclusions stated therein, a desire to give
the subject ampler treatment, which its importance seems to demand, has
led to the writing of this little work.
If apology is needed for a further contribution to the mass of
literature on the subject of money, with which the country has of late
been flooded, it must be found in the above explanation of the reasons
which have led to the production of the present volume, coupled with
the fact that the questions involved are far from being settled, and
that the loud complaints, and the many financial schemes and plans,
that have appeared all over the country make it probable that further
legislation on the subject will be attempted in the near future.
It must be conceded that there is something radically wrong in a
country like the United States, rich in all of the necessaries and
most of the luxuries of life, where nature has been most bounteous,
and where the not excessive population is exceptionally enterprising
and industrious, when a large part of the people cannot at times find
employment. When, with an abundance of unoccupied land, and a great
diversity of undeveloped resources, capital and labor--both anxious
for profitable employment--cannot find it; and when men suffer for the
necessaries of life, not in one section only, but universally and in
large numbers, while our warehouses are filled with manufactured goods,
and our barns and granaries are bursting with food products. This is a
condition that is certainly as wrong as it is unnecessary.
Such a condition occurring once or twice in the history of a
country might be attributed to accident, but recurring, as it does,
periodically, it argues a fault in our economic system. So wide a
disturbance, extended also to other countries, betokens a general
cause. What that cause is, it is not difficult to perceive--all
indications point to our monetary system as the chief source of the
trouble. There are doubtless other causes that contribute in some
degree to create variations in prosperity, but no other single cause,
or combination of causes, seems to us competent to account for the
great fluctuations; while the one we have cited alone may easily do so.
This work may have little direct effect in bringing about an
improvement in our money system, but it is the hope of the writer that
it may have at least an indirect effect by helping to spread a better
knowledge of the requirements of such a system and of the principles
involved.
Much of the current discussion of the subject of money betrays
ignorance of those fundamental principles of the science which are
agreed upon by all economists, if it does not wholly disregard them.
I have endeavoured in this work to avoid such errors by a painstaking
analysis of the subject, and by a careful comparison of the opinions of
authorities on the principles involved. Starting from this foundation I
have deduced the requirements for an honest money, shown the faults of
our present system in the light of these requirements, as well as the
merits and defects of various changes that have been proposed for its
betterment, and, in conclusion, have outlined a system that seems to
meet the requirements and to correct existing faults.
I desire to acknowledge my indebtedness, not only to the many works
mentioned and quoted from herein, but to others, neither mentioned nor
quoted, which have been of material assistance in corroborating the
opinions I have ventured to advance.
A. I. F.
DENVER, CO
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EIGHT HARVARD POETS
E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS
S. FOSTER DAMON
J. R. DOS PASSOS
ROBERT HILLYER
R. S. MITCHELL
WILLIAM A. NORRIS
DUDLEY POORE
CUTHBERT WRIGHT
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
LAURENCE J. GOMME
1917
Copyright, 1917, by
LAURENCE J. GOMME
VAIL-BALLOU COMPANY
BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK
CONTENTS
PAGE
E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS
Thou in Whose Sword-Great Story Shine the Deeds 3
A Chorus Girl 4
This is the Garden 5
It May not Always be so 6
Crepuscule 7
Finis 8
The Lover Speaks 9
Epitaph 10
S. FOSTER DAMON
Incessu Patuit Deus 13
You Thought I had Forgotten 15
Venice 16
The New Macaber 18
To War 20
Calm Day, with Rollers 21
Phonograph--Tango 22
Decoration 24
Threnody 25
J. R. DOS PASSOS
The Bridge 29
Salvation Army 30
Incarnation 32
Memory 34
Saturnalia 37
"Whan that Aprille" 39
Night Piece 40
ROBERT HILLYER
Four Sonnets from a Sonnet-Sequence 45
A Sea Gull 49
Domesday 50
To a Passepied by Scarlatti 52
Elegy for Antinous 53
Song 54
"My Peace I Leave with You" 55
The Recompense 56
R. S. MITCHELL
Poppy Song 59
Love Dream 62
The Island of Death 64
From the Arabian Nights 66
Threnody 68
Helen 70
Largo 72
Lazarus 73
A Crucifix 74
Neith 75
A Farewell 77
WILLIAM A. NORRIS
Of Too Much Song 81
Wherever My Dreams Go 82
Out of the Littleness 83
Nahant 84
Qui Sub Luna Errant 85
Across the Taut Strings 86
Escape 87
On a Street Corner 88
Sea-burial 89
DUDLEY POORE
A Renaissance Picture 93
The Philosopher's Garden 95
The Tree of Stars 96
After Rain 97
Cor Cordium 99
The Withered Leaf, the Faded Flower be Mine 105
CUTHBERT WRIGHT
The End of It 109
The New Platonist 110
The Room Over the River 112
The Fiddler 114
Falstaff's Page 116
A Dull Sunday 117
* * * * *
E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS
[THOU IN WHOSE SWORD-GREAT STORY SHINE THE DEEDS]
Thou in whose sword-great story shine the deeds
Of history her heroes, sounds the tread
Of those vast armies of the marching dead,
With standards and the neighing of great steeds
Moving to war across the smiling meads;
Thou by whose page we break the precious bread
Of dear communion with the past, and wed
To valor, battle with heroic breeds;
Thou, Froissart, for that thou didst love the pen
While others wrote in steel, accept all praise
Of after ages, and of hungering days
For whom the old glories move, the old trumpets cry;
Who gav'st as one of those immortal men
His life that his fair city might not die.
A CHORUS GIRL
When thou hast taken thy last applause, and when
The final curtain strikes the world away,
Leaving to shadowy silence and dismay
That stage which shall not know thy smile again,
Lingering a little while I see thee then
Ponder the tinsel part they let thee play;
I see the red mouth tarnished, the face grey,
And smileless silent eyes of Magdalen.
The lights have laughed their last; without, the street
Darkling, awaiteth her whose feet have trod
The silly souls of men to golden dust.
She pauses, on the lintel of defeat,
Her heart breaks in a smile--and she is Lust...
Mine also, little painted poem of God.
This is the garden: colors come and go,
Frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing,
Strong silent greens serenely lingering,
Absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
Upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing,
Of harps celestial to the quivering string,
Invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap,
And on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
In other lands where other songs be sung;
Yet stand They here enraptured, as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
Some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
It may not always be so; and I say
That if your lips, which I have loved, should touch
Another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart, as mine in time not far away;
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know, or such
Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
If this should be, I say if this should be--
You of my heart, send me a little word;
That I may go unto him, and take his hands,
Saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
CREPUSCULE
I will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burn-
ing flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my
body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will I complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
FINIS
Over silent waters
day descending
night ascending
floods the gentle glory of the sunset
In a golden greeting
splendidly to westward
as pale twilight
trem-
bles
into
Darkness
comes the last light's gracious exhortation
Lifting up to peace
so when life shall falter
standing on the shores of the
eternal
god
May I behold my sunset
Flooding
over silent waters
THE LOVER SPEAKS
Your
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SEVENOAKS
A Story of Today
by
J.G. HOLLAND
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
Published by Arrangement with Charles Scribner's Sons
1875
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
Which tells about Sevenoaks, and how Miss Butterworth passed one of
her evenings
CHAPTER II.
Mr. Belcher carries his point at the town-meeting, and the poor are
knocked down to Thomas Buffum
CHAPTER III.
In which Jim Fenton is introduced to the reader and introduces himself to
Miss Butterworth
CHAPTER IV.
In which Jim Fenton applies for lodgings at Tom Buffum's boarding-house,
and finds his old friend
CHAPTER V.
In which Jim enlarges his accommodations and adopts a violent method
of securing boarders
CHAPTER VI.
In which Sevenoaks experiences a great commotion, and comes to the
conclusion that Benedict has met with foul play
CHAPTER VII.
In which Jim and Mike Conlin pass through a great trial and come out
victorious
CHAPTER VIII.
In which Mr. Belcher visits New York, and becomes the Proprietor of
"Palgrave's Folly."
CHAPTER IX.
Mrs. Talbot gives her little dinner party, and Mr. Belcher makes an
exceedingly pleasant acquaintance
CHAPTER X.
Which tells how a lawyer spent his vacation in camp, and took home a
specimen of game that he had never before found in the woods
CHAPTER XI.
Which records Mr. Belcher's connection with a great speculation and
brings to a close his residence in Sevenoaks
CHAPTER XII.
In which Jim enlarges his plans for a house, and completes his plans for
a house-keeper
CHAPTER XIII.
Which introduces several residents of Sevenoaks to the Metropolis and
a new character to the reader
CHAPTER XIV.
Which tells of a great public meeting in Sevenoaks, the burning in effigy
of Mr. Belcher, and that gentleman's interview with a reporter
CHAPTER XV.
Which tells about Mrs. Dillingham's Christmas and the New Year's
Reception at the Palgrave Mansion
CHAPTER XVI.
Which gives an account of a voluntary and an involuntary visit of Sam
Yates to Number Nine
CHAPTER XVII.
In which Jim constructs two happy-Davids, raises his hotel, and dismisses
Sam Yates
CHAPTER XVIII.
In which Mrs. Dillingham makes some important discoveries, but fails to
reveal them to the reader
CHAPTER XIX.
In which Mr. Belcher becomes President of the Crooked Valley Railroad,
with large "Terminal facilities," and makes an adventure into a
long-meditated crime
CHAPTER XX.
In which "the little woman" announces her engagement to Jim Fenton
and receives the congratulations of her friends
CHAPTER XXI.
In which Jim gets the furniture into his house, and Mike Conlin gets
another installment of advice into Jim
CHAPTER XXII.
In which Jim gets married, the new hotel receives its mistress, and
Benedict confers a power of attorney
CHAPTER XXIII.
In which Mr. Belcher expresses his determination to become a "founder,"
but drops his noun in fear of a little verb of the same name
CHAPTER XXIV.
Wherein the General leaps the bounds of law, finds himself in a new
world, and becomes the victim of his friends without knowing it
CHAPTER XXV.
In which the General goes through a great many trials, and meets at last
the one he has so long anticipated
CHAPTER XXVI.
In which the case of "Benedict _vs._ Belcher" finds itself in court, an
interesting question of identity is settled, and a mysterious
disappearance takes place
CHAPTER XXVII.
In which Phipps is not to be found, and the General is called upon to do
his own lying
CHAPTER XXVIII.
In which a heavenly witness appears who cannot be cross-examined, and
before which the defense utterly breaks down
CHAPTER XXIX.
Wherein Mr. Belcher, having exhibited his dirty record, shows a clean
pair of heels
CHAPTER XXX.
Which gives the history of an anniversary, presents a tableau, and drops
the curtain
CHAPTER I.
WHICH TELLS ABOUT SEVENOAKS, AND HOW MISS BUTTERWORTH PASSED ONE OF HER
EVENINGS.
Everybody has seen Sevenoaks, or a hundred towns so much like it, in
most particulars, that a description of any one of them would present it
to the imagination--a town strung upon a stream, like beads upon a
thread, or charms upon a
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MORE TALES
IN THE LAND OF
NURSERY RHYME
BY
ADA M. MARZIALS
AUTHOR OF
"IN THE LAND OF NURSERY RHYME"
WITH FRONTISPIECE
LONDON: H. R. ALLENSON, LIMITED
RACQUET COURT, FLEET STREET, E.C.
1913
TO
MY LITTLE COUSINS
KATHLEEN AND DOROTHY
CONTENTS
THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
JACK AND JILL
LITTLE MISS MUFFET
PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT
HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE!
THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
"_Different people have different opinions_"
The North Wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then? Poor thing!
He will sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm
He will hide his head under his wing. Poor thing!
Oh, how cold it was!
The North Wind howled round the barn, whirling the snowflakes into a
little heap inside the half-open door. Even beyond the little heap of
snow, right inside the barn among the whisps of hay and straw, and beyond
the pile of turnips piled up in one far corner, it was still bitterly
cold and draughty.
The few birds left had found their way into the old barn for shelter, and
were close together on a low bar of wood at the far end, where they sat
ruffling their feathers and shivering.
From time to time one of them would peer out at the
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THE SOUL OF THE FAR EAST
By Percival Lowell
Contents
Chapter 1. Individuality
Chapter 2. Family
Chapter 3. Adoption
Chapter 4. Language
Chapter 5. Nature and Art
Chapter 6. Art
Chapter 7. Religion
Chapter 8. Imagination
Chapter 1. Individuality.
The boyish belief that on the other side of our globe all things are
of necessity upside down is startlingly brought back to the man when he
first sets foot at Yokohama. If his initial glance does not, to be sure,
disclose the natives in the every-day feat of standing calmly on their
heads, an attitude which his youthful imagination conceived to be a
necessary consequence of their geographical position, it does at least
reveal them looking at the world as if from the standpoint of that
eccentric posture. For they seem to him to see everything topsy-turvy.
Whether it be that their antipodal situation has affected their brains,
or whether it is the mind of the observer himself that has hitherto been
wrong in undertaking to rectify the inverted pictures presented by
his retina, the result, at all events, is undeniable. The world stands
reversed, and, taking for granted his own uprightness, the stranger
unhesitatingly imputes to them an obliquity of vision, a state of mind
outwardly typified by the cat-like obliqueness of their eyes.
If the inversion be not precisely of the kind he expected, it is none
the less striking, and impressibly more real. If personal experience has
definitely convinced him that the inhabitants of that under side of our
planet do not adhere to it head downwards, like flies on a ceiling,--his
early a priori deduction,--they still appear quite as antipodal,
mentally considered. Intellectually, at least, their attitude sets
gravity at defiance. For to the mind's eye their world is one huge,
comical antithesis of our own. What we regard intuitively in one way
from our standpoint, they as intuitively observe in a diametrically
opposite manner from theirs. To speak backwards, write backwards, read
backwards, is but the a b c of their contrariety. The inversion extends
deeper than mere modes of expression, down into the very matter of
thought. Ideas of ours which we deemed innate find in them no home,
while methods which strike us as preposterously unnatural appear to
be their birthright. From the standing of a wet umbrella on its handle
instead of its head to dry to the striking of a match away in place
of toward one, there seems to be no action of our daily lives, however
trivial, but finds with them its appropriate reaction--equal but
opposite. Indeed, to one anxious of conforming to the manners and
customs of the country, the only road to right lies in following
unswervingly that course which his inherited instincts assure him to be
wrong.
Yet these people are human beings; with all their eccentricities they
are men. Physically we cannot but be cognizant of the fact, nor mentally
but be conscious of it. Like us, indeed, and yet so unlike are they
that we seem, as we gaze at them, to be viewing our own humanity in
some mirth-provoking mirror of the mind,--a mirror that shows us our own
familiar thoughts, but all turned wrong side out. Humor holds the glass,
and we become the sport of our own reflections. But is it otherwise at
home? Do not our personal presentments mock each of us individually
our lives long? Who but is the daily dupe of his dressing-glass, and
complacently conceives himself to be a very different appearing person
from what he is, forgetting that his right side has become his left, and
vice versa? Yet who, when by chance he catches sight in like manner of
the face of a friend, can keep from smiling at the caricatures which the
mirror's left-for-right reversal makes of the asymmetry of that
friend's features,--caricatures all the more grotesque for being utterly
unsuspected by their innocent original? Perhaps, could we once see
ourselves as others see us, our surprise in the case of foreign peoples
might be less pronounced.
Regarding, then, the Far Oriental as a man, and not simply as
a phenomenon, we discover in his peculiar point of view a new
importance,--the possibility of using it stereoptically. For his
mind-photograph of the world can be placed side by side with ours, and
the two pictures combined will yield results beyond what either alone
could possibly have afforded. Thus harmonized, they will help us
to realize humanity. Indeed it is only by such a combination of two
different aspects that we ever perceive substance and distinguish
reality from illusion. What our two eyes make possible
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A TRAITOR IN LONDON
BY
FERGUS HUME
Author of
"The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," "Hagar of the Pawn Shop,"
Etc., Etc.
F. M. BUCKLES & COMPANY
9 AND 11 EAST SIXTEENTH STREET, NEW YORK
LONDON--JOHN LONG
COPYRIGHT, 1900
BY
F. M. BUCKLES & COMPANY
_A Traitor in London_
A Traitor in London.
CHAPTER I.
CUPID IN LEADING STRINGS.
"It's an infernal shame!"
"I call it common sense!"
"Call it what you please, Malet. I deny your right to keep back my
money."
"Right? Your father's will gives me every right. If I approve of your
marriage, the money will be paid down on your wedding day."
"But you don't approve, confound you!"
"Certainly not. Brenda Scarse is not the wife for you, Harold."
"That's my business."
"Mine also--under the will. Come, come now; don't lose your temper."
The elder speaker smiled as he proffered this advice, knowing well
that he was provoking his cousin beyond all bounds. Harold Burton was
young, fiery-tempered, and in love. To be thwarted in his love was
something more than exasperating to this impetuous lover. The
irritating request that he should keep his temper caused him to lose
it promptly; and for the next five minutes Mr. Gilbert Malet was
witness of a fine exhibition of unrestrained rage. He trembled for the
furniture, almost for his own personal safety, though he managed to
preserve a duly dignified outward calm. While Harold stamped about the
room, his burly cousin posed before a fireless grate and trimmed his
nails, and waited until the young man should have exhausted this
wholly unnecessary display of violence.
They were in the library of Holt Manor. It was a sombre, monkish room;
almost ascetic in its severity. Bookcases and furniture were of black
oak, carpet and curtains of a deep red color; and windows of stained
glass subdued the light suitably for study and meditation. But on this
occasion the windows were open to the brilliant daylight of an August
afternoon, and shafts of golden sunshine poured into the room. From
the terrace stretching before the house, vast woods sloped toward
Chippingholt village, where red-roofed houses clustered round a
brawling stream, and rose again on the further side to sweep to the
distant hills in unbroken masses of green. Manor and village took
their Teutonic names from these forests, and buried in greenery, might
have passed as the domain of the Sleeping Beauty. Her palace was
undoubtedly girdled by just such a wood.
But this sylvan beauty did not appeal to the pair in the library. The
stout, domineering owner of the Manor who trimmed his nails and smiled
blandly had the stronger position of the two, and he knew it well--so
well that he could afford to ignore the virile wrath of his ward.
Strictly speaking, Captain Burton was not a ward, if that word implies
minority. He was thirty years of age, in a lancer regiment, and
possessed of an income sufficient to emancipate him from the control
of his cousin Gilbert. Still, though possible for one, his income was
certainly not possible for two, and if Gilbert chose he could increase
his capital by twenty thousand pounds. But the stumbling-block was the
condition attached to the disposal of the money. Only if Malet
approved of the prospective bride was he to part with the legacy. As
such he did not approve of Brenda Scarse, so matters were at a
standstill. Nor could Harold well see how he was to move them. Finding
all his rage of no avail, he gradually subsided and had recourse to
methods more pacific.
"Let me understand this matter clearly," he said, taking a seat with a
resolute air. "Independent of my three hundred a year, you hold twenty
thousand pounds of my money."
"To be correct," replied Malet in a genial tone, "I hold forty
thousand pounds, to be equally shared between you and your brother
Wilfred when you marry. The three hundred a year which you each
possess I have nothing to do with."
"Well, I want to marry, and----"
"You do--against my wishes. If I do not approve of your choice I need
not
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THE BALL AND THE CROSS
G.K. Chesterton
CONTENTS
I. A Discussion Somewhat in the Air
II. The Religion of the Stipendiary Magistrate
III. Some Old Curiosities
IV. A Discussion at Dawn
V. The Peacemaker
VI. The Other Philosopher
VII. The Village of Grassley-in-the-Hole
VIII. An Interlude of Argument
IX. The Strange Lady
X. The Swords Rejoined
XI. A Scandal in the Village
XII. The Desert Island
XIII. The Garden of Peace
XIV. A Museum of Souls
XV. The Dream of MacIan
XVI. The Dream of Turnbull
XVII. The Idiot
XVIII. A Riddle of Faces
XIX. The Last Parley
XX. Dies Irae
I. A DISCUSSION SOMEWHAT IN THE AIR
The flying ship of Professor Lucifer sang through the skies like a
silver arrow; the bleak white steel of it, gleaming in the bleak
blue emptiness of the evening. That it was far above the earth was no
expression for it; to the two men in it, it seemed to be far above the
stars. The professor had himself invented the flying machine, and had
also invented nearly everything in it. Every sort of tool or apparatus
had, in consequence, to the full, that fantastic and distorted look
which belongs to the miracles of science. For the world of science and
evolution is far more nameless and elusive and like a dream than the
world of poetry and religion; since in the latter images and ideas
remain themselves eternally, while it is the whole idea of evolution
that identities melt into each other as they do in a nightmare.
All the tools of Professor Lucifer were the ancient human tools gone
mad, grown into unrecognizable shapes, forgetful of their origin,
forgetful of their names. That thing which looked like an enormous key
with three wheels was really a patent and very deadly revolver. That
object which seemed to be created by the entanglement of two corkscrews
was really the key. The thing which might have been mistaken for a
tricycle turned upside-down was the inexpressibly important instrument
to which the corkscrew was the key. All these things, as I say, the
professor had invented; he had invented everything in the flying ship,
with the exception, perhaps, of himself. This he had been born too
late actually to inaugurate, but he believed at least, that he had
considerably improved it.
There was, however, another man on board, so to speak, at the time. Him,
also, by a curious coincidence, the professor had not invented, and him
he had not even very greatly improved, though he had fished him up with
a lasso out of his own back garden, in Western Bulgaria, with the pure
object of improving him. He was an exceedingly holy man, almost entirely
covered with white hair. You could see nothing but his eyes, and he
seemed to talk with them. A monk of immense learning and acute intellect
he had made himself happy in a little stone hut and a little stony
garden in the Balkans, chiefly by writing the most crushing refutations
of exposures of certain heresies, the last professors of which had been
burnt (generally by each other) precisely 1,119 years previously. They
were really very plausible and thoughtful heresies, and it was really
a creditable or even glorious circumstance, that the old monk had been
intellectual enough to detect their fallacy; the only misfortune
was that nobody in the modern world was intellectual enough even to
understand their argument. The old monk, one of whose names was Michael,
and the other a name quite impossible to remember or repeat in our
Western civilization, had, however, as I have said, made himself quite
happy while he was in a mountain hermitage in the society of wild
animals. And now that his luck had lifted him above all the mountains in
the society of a wild physicist, he made himself happy still.
"I have no intention, my good Michael," said Professor Lucifer,
"of endeavouring to convert you by argument. The imbecility of your
traditions can be quite finally exhibited to anybody with mere ordinary
knowledge of the world, the same kind of knowledge which teaches us
not to sit in draughts or not to encourage friendliness in impecunious
people. It is folly to talk of this or that demonstrating the
rationalist philosophy. Everything demonstrates it. Rubbing shoulders
with men of all kinds----"
"You will forgive me," said the monk, meekly from under loads of white
beard, "but I fear I do not understand; was it in order that I might rub
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[Illustration: SANTA BARBARA.]
OUR ITALY
BY CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER
_Author of Their Pilgrimage, Studies in the South and West, A Little
Journey in the World... With Many Illustrations_
[Illustration]
_NEW YORK_
_HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE_
Copyright, 1891, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
_All rights reserved._
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. HOW OUR ITALY IS MADE 1
II. OUR CLIMATIC AND COMMERCIAL MEDITERRANEAN 10
III. EARLY VICISSITUDES.--PRODUCTIONS.--SANITARY CLIMATE 24
IV. THE WINTER OF OUR CONTENT 42
V. HEALTH AND LONGEVITY 52
VI. IS RESIDENCE HERE AGREEABLE? 65
VII. THE WINTER ON THE COAST 72
VIII. THE GENERAL OUTLOOK.--LAND AND PRICES 90
IX. THE ADVANTAGES OF IRRIGATION 99
X. THE CHANCE FOR LABORERS AND SMALL FARMERS 107
XI. SOME DETAILS OF THE WONDERFUL DEVELOPMENT 114
XII. HOW THE FRUIT PERILS WERE MET.--FURTHER DETAILS OF LOCALITIES 128
XIII. THE ADVANCE OF CULTIVATION SOUTHWARD 140
XIV. A LAND OF AGREEABLE HOMES 146
XV. SOME WONDERS BY THE WAY.--YOSEMITE.--MARIPOSA TREES.--MONTEREY 148
XVI. FASCINATIONS OF THE DESERT.--THE LAGUNA PUEBLO 163
XVII. THE HEART OF THE DESERT 177
XVIII. ON THE BRINK OF THE GRAND CANON.--THE UNIQUE MARVEL OF NATURE 189
APPENDIX 201
INDEX 219
ILLUSTRATIONS.
SANTA BARBARA _Frontispiece_
PAGE
MOJAVE DESERT 3
MOJAVE INDIAN 4
MOJAVE INDIAN 5
BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF RIVERSIDE 7
SCENE IN SAN BERNARDINO 11
SCENES IN MONTECITO AND LOS ANGELES 13
FAN-PALM, LOS ANGELES 16
YUCCA-PALM, SANTA BARBARA 17
MAGNOLIA AVENUE, RIVERSIDE 21
AVENUE LOS ANGELES 27
IN THE GARDEN AT SANTA BARBARA MISSION 31
SCENE AT PASADENA 35
LIVE-OAK NEAR LOS ANGELES 39
MIDWINTER, PASADENA 53
A TYPICAL GARDEN, NEAR SANTA ANA 57
OLD ADOBE HOUSE, POMONA 61
FAN-PALM, FERNANDO ST. LOS ANGELES 63
SCARLET PASSION-VINE 68
ROSE-BUSH, SANTA BARBARA 73
AT AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND 77
HOTEL DEL CORONADO 83
OSTRICH YARD, CORONADO BEACH 86
YUCCA-PALM 92
DATE-PALM 93
RAISIN-CURING 101
IRRIGATION BY ARTESIAN-WELL SYSTEM 104
IRRIGATION BY PIPE SYSTEM 105
GARDEN SCENE, SANTA ANA 110
A GRAPE-VINE, MONTECITO VALLEY, SANTA BARBARA 116
IRRIGATING AN ORCHARD 120
ORANGE CULTURE 121
IN A FIELD OF GOLDEN PUMPKINS 126
PACKING CHERRIES, POMONA 131
OLIVE-TREES SIX YEARS OLD 136
SEXTON NURSERIES, NEAR SANTA BARBARA 141
SWEETWATER DAM 144
THE YOSEMITE DOME 151
COAST OF MONTEREY 155
CYPRESS POINT 156
NEAR SEAL ROCK 157
LAGUNA--FROM THE SOUTH-EAST 159
CHURCH AT LAGUNA 164
TERRACED HOUSES, PUEBLO OF LAGUNA 167
GRAND CANON ON THE COLORADO--VIEW FROM POINT SUBLIME 171
INTERIOR OF THE CHURCH AT LAGUNA 174
GRAND CANON OF THE COLORADO--VIEW OPPOSITE POINT SUBLIME 179
TOURISTS IN THE COLORADO CANON 183
GRAND CANON OF THE COLORADO--VIEW FROM THE HANSE TRAIL 191
OUR ITALY.
CHAPTER I.
HOW OUR ITALY IS MADE.
The traveller who descends into Italy by an Alpine pass never forgets
the surprise and delight of the transition. In an hour he is whirled
down the <DW72>s from the region of eternal snow to the verdure of spring
or the ripeness of summer. Suddenly--it may be at a turn in the
road--winter is left behind; the plains of Lombardy are in view; the
Lake of Como or Maggiore gleams below; there is a tree; there is an
orchard; there is a garden; there is a villa overrun with vines; the
singing of birds is heard; the air is gracious; the <DW72>s are terraced,
and covered with vineyards; great sheets of silver sheen in the
landscape mark the growth of the olive; the dark green orchards of
oranges and lemons are starred with gold; the lusty fig, always a
temptation as of old, leans invitingly over the stone wall; everywhere
are bloom and color under the blue sky; there are shrines by the
way-side, chapels on the hill; one hears the melodious bells, the call
of the vine-dressers, the laughter of girls.
The contrast is as great from the Indians of the Mojave Desert, two
types of which are here given, to the vine-dressers of the Santa Ana
Valley.
Italy is the land of the imagination, but the sensation on first
beholding it from the northern heights, aside from its associations of
romance and poetry, can be repeated in our own land by whoever will
cross the burning desert of Colorado, or the savage wastes of the Mojave
wilderness of stone and sage-brush, and come suddenly, as he must come
by train, into the bloom of Southern California. Let us study a little
the physical conditions.
The bay of San Diego is about three hundred miles east of San Francisco.
The coast line runs south-east, but at Point Conception it turns sharply
east, and then curves south-easterly about two hundred and fifty miles
to the Mexican coast boundary, the extreme south-west limits of the
United States, a few miles below San Diego. This coast, defined by these
two limits, has a southern exposure on the sunniest of oceans. Off this
coast, south of Point Conception, lies a chain of islands, curving in
position in conformity with the shore, at a distance of twenty to
seventy miles from the main-land. These islands are San Miguel, Santa
Rosa, Santa Cruz, Anacapa, Santa Barbara, San Nicolas, Santa Catalina,
San Clemente, and Los Coronados, which lie in Mexican waters. Between
this chain of islands and the main-land is Santa Barbara Channel,
flowing northward. The great ocean current from the north flows past
Point Conception like a mill-race, and makes a suction, or a sort of
eddy. It approaches nearer the coast in Lower California
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THE DAY OF HIS YOUTH
By
ALICE BROWN
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
M DCCC XCVII
COPYRIGHT, 1897
BY ALICE BROWN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
THE RIVERSIDE PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, MASS., U.S.A.
ELECTROTYPED AND PRINTED BY
H. O. HOUGHTON AND CO.
THE DAY OF HIS YOUTH
The life of Francis Hume began in an old yet very real tragedy. His
mother, a lovely young woman, died at the birth of her child: an event
of every-day significance, if you judge by tables of mortality and the
probabilities of being. She was the wife of a man well-known among
honored American names, and her death made more than the usual ripple
of nearer pain and wider condolence. To the young husband it was an
afflicting calamity, entirely surprising even to those who were
themselves acquainted with grief. He was not merely rebellious and
wildly distraught, in the way of mourners. He sank into a cold
sedateness of change. His life forsook its accustomed channels. Vividly
alive to the one bright point still burning in the past, toward the
present world he seemed absolutely benumbed. Yet certain latent
conceptions of the real values of existence must have sprung up in him,
and protested against days to be thereafter dominated by artificial
restraints. He had lost his hold on life. He had even acquired a sudden
distaste for it; but his previous knowledge of beauty and perfection
would not suffer him to shut himself up in a cell of reserve, and
isolate himself thus from his kind. He could become a hermit, but only
under the larger conditions of being. He had the firmest conviction
that he could never grow any more; yet an imperative voice within bade
him seek the highest out-look in which growth is possible. He had
formed a habit of beautiful living, though in no sense a living for any
other save the dual soul now withdrawn; and he could not be satisfied
with lesser loves, the makeshifts of a barren life. So, turning from
the world, he fled into the woods; for at that time Nature seemed to
him the only great, and he resolved that Francis, the son, should be
nourished by her alone.
One spring day, when the boy was eight years old, his father had said
to him:--
"We are going into the country to sleep in a tent, catch our own fish,
cook it ourselves, and ask favors of no man."
"Camping!" cried the boy, in ecstasy.
"No; living."
The necessities of a simple life were got together, and supplemented by
other greater necessities,--books, pictures, the boy's violin,--and
they betook themselves to a spot where the summer visitor was yet
unknown, the shore of a lake stretching a silver finger toward the
north. There they lived all summer, shut off from human intercourse
save with old Pierre, who brought their milk and eggs and constituted
their messenger-in-ordinary to the village, ten miles away. When autumn
came, Ernest Hume looked into his son's brown eyes and asked,--
"Now shall we go back?"
"No! no! no!" cried the boy, with a child's passionate cumulation of
accent.
"Not when the snow comes?"
"No, father."
"And the lake is frozen over?"
"No, father."
"Then," said Hume, with a sigh of great content, "we must have a
log-cabin, lest our bones lie bleaching on the shore."
Next morning he went into the woods with Pierre and two men hastily
summoned from the village, and there they began to make axe-music, the
requiem of the trees. The boy sat by, dreaming as he sometimes did for
hours before starting up to throw himself into the active delights of
swimming, leaping, or rowing a boat. Next day, also, they kept on
cutting into the heart of the forest. One dryad after another was
despoiled of her shelter; one after another, the green tents of the
bird and the wind were folded to make that sacred tabernacle--a home.
Sometimes Francis chopped a little with his hatchet, not to be left out
of the play, and then sat by again, smoothing the bruised fern-forests,
or whistling back the squirrels who freely chattered out their opinions
on invasion. Then came other days just as mild winds were fanning the
forest into gold, when the logs went groaning through the woods, after
slow-stepping horses, to be piled into symmetry, tightened with
plaster, and capped by a roof. This, windowed, swept and garnished,
with a central fireplace wherein two fires could flame and roar, was
the log-cabin. This was home. The hired builders had protested against
its
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WORK FOR WOMEN
BY
GEORGE J. MANSON
NEW YORK
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
27 & 29 WEST 23D STREET
1883
COPYRIGHT BY
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
1883
PREFACE.
When a woman, either from choice or through necessity, makes up her
mind to work for a living, and has selected the employment that seems
most suited to her, she probably asks herself such questions as these:
"Is there a good chance to get work? How long will it take me to make
myself competent? Are there many in the business? How much do they
earn? How hard will I have to work? Are there any objections against
entering this employment; if so, what are they?"
To answer, as far as it is possible, these and similar questions is
the object of this little book. Some of the most important avocations,
professions, trades, businesses, in which women are now engaged,
have been selected, and the effort made to enlighten the would-be
woman-worker as to the practical points of interest connected with
each occupation. The information thus given has, in each case, been
gained from the most reliable sources.
In the winter of 1882-3 I contributed to the columns of the New York
_Christian Union_ a series of articles under the title of "Work for
Women." They were written with the aim of furnishing to women useful
information in regard to various industries in which the gentler sex
are successfully seeking employment, and met with considerable favor
from the readers of that excellent journal. Through the courtesy of
Rev. Lyman Abbott and Hamilton W. Mabie, editors of the _Christian
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THE REVOLT
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
BY ELLIS PARKER BUTLER
Author of "Pigs Is Pigs" etc.
Copyright, 1912, by Samuel French
CHARACTERS
GRANDMA GREGG--Founder of the Flushing Academy of Household Science for
Young Ladies.
PAULINE--Working out her tuition.
SUSAN JANE JONES--An Emissary of the American Ladies' Association for
the Promotion of Female Supremacy.
KATE--A student.
GRACE--A student.
EDITH--A student.
IDA--A student.
MAY--A student.
OTHER YOUNG LADY STUDENTS.
THE IDEAL HUSBAND--by himself.
SCENE.--The class room of Grandma Gregg's Academy of Household Science
for Young Ladies, at Flushing.
TIME.--Now or soon.
THE REVOLT
SCENE.--_The Class-room
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IRELAND UNDER THE STUARTS
VOL. II.
_By the same Author_
IRELAND UNDER THE TUDORS
Vols. I. and II.--From the First Invasion of the
Northmen to the year 1578.
8vo. 32_s._
Vol. III.--1578-1603. 8vo. 18_s._
LONGMANS, GREEN, & CO.
London, New York, Bombay, and Calcutta
IRELAND
UNDER THE STUARTS
AND
DURING THE INTERREGNUM
BY
RICHARD BAGWELL, M.A.
AUTHOR OF 'IRELAND UNDER THE TUDORS'
VOL. II. 1642-1660
_WITH MAP_
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA
1909
All rights reserved
CONTENTS
OF
THE SECOND VOLUME
CHAPTER XXI
MUNSTER AND CONNAUGHT, 1641-1642
PAGE
The rebellion spreads to Munster 1
The King's proclamation 3
St. Leger, Cork, and Inchiquin 3
State of Connaught 5
Massacre at Shrule 6
Clanricarde at Galway 7
Weakness of the English party 8
State of Clare--Ballyallia 10
Cork and St. Leger 12
CHAPTER XXII
THE WAR TO THE BATTLE OF ROSS, 1642-1643
Scots army in Ulster--Monro 14
Strongholds preserved in Ulster 16
Ormonde in the Pale 17
Battle of Kilrush 18
The Catholic Confederation 19
Owen Roe O'Neill 20
Thomas Preston 21
Loss of Limerick, St. Leger dies 22
Battle of Liscarrol 23
Fighting in Ulster 23
General Assembly at Kilkenny 25
The Supreme Council--foreign support 27
Fighting in Leinster--Timahoe 29
Parliamentary agents in Dublin 29
Siege of New Ross 31
Battle of Ross 32
A papal nuncio talked of 34
CHAPTER XXIII
THE WAR TO THE FIRST CESSATION, 1642-1643
The Adventurers for land--Lord Forbes 36
Forbes at Galway and elsewhere 38
A pragmatic chaplain, Hugh Peters 40
Forbes repulsed from Galway 41
A useless expedition 42
Siege and capture of Galway fort 43
O'Neill, Leven, and Monro 44
The King will negotiate 46
Dismissal of Parsons 47
Vavasour and Castlehaven 48
The King presses for a truce 48
Scarampi and Bellings 49
A cessation of arms, but no peace 50
Ormonde made Lord Lieutenant 51
CHAPTER XXIV
AFTER THE CESSATION, 1643-1644
The cessation condemned by Parliament 53
The rout at Nantwich 54
Monck advises the King 55
The Solemn League and Covenant 55
The Covenant taken in Ulster 57
Monro seizes Belfast 59
Dissensions between Leinster and Ulster 60
Failure of Castlehaven's expedition 60
Antrim and Montrose 61
The Irish under Montrose--Alaster MacDonnell 62
Rival diplomatists at Oxford 64
Violence of both parties 66
Failure of the Oxford negotiations 68
Inchiquin supports the Parliament 69
CHAPTER XXV
INCHIQUIN, ORMONDE, AND GLAMORGAN, 1644-1645
The no quarter ordinance 72
Roman Catholics expelled from Cork, Youghal, and Kinsale 73
The Covenant in Munster 74
Negotiations for peace 75
Bellings at Paris and Rome 76
Recruits for France and Spain 77
Irish appeals for foreign help 78
Siege of Duncannon Fort 80
Mission of Glamorgan with extraordinary powers 84
Glamorgan in Ireland 87
The Glamorgan treaty 88
CHAPTER XXVI
FIGHTING NORTH AND SOUTH--RINUCCINI, 1645
Castlehaven in Munster 90
Fall of Lismore, Youghal besieged 93
Relief of Youghal 94
Coote in Connaught
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ARTHURIAN ROMANCES
Unrepresented in Malory's
"Morte d'Arthur"
_No. III_
Guingamor, Lanval, Tyolet,
Le Bisclaveret.
ARTHURIAN ROMANCES
UNREPRESENTED IN MALORY'S
"MORTE D'ARTHUR"
I. SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT.
A Middle-English Romance retold in Modern Prose, with Introduction
and Notes, by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by M. M. CRAWFORD. 2nd
Edition, 1909. 2s. net.
II. TRISTAN AND ISEULT.
Rendered into English from the German of Gottfried of Strassburg
by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS. Two vols. 4th
Edition, 1910. 4s. net.
III. GUINGAMOR, LANVAL, TYOLET, LE BISCLAVERET.
Four Lays rendered into English Prose from the French of Marie de
France and others by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS.
2nd Edition, 1910. 2s. net.
IV. MORIEN.
Translated for the first time from the original Dutch by JESSIE L.
WESTON. With Frontispiece and Designed Title-Page by CAROLINE WATTS.
1901. 2s. net.
V. LE BEAUS DESCONNUS. CLIGES.
Two Old English Metrical Romances rendered into prose by JESSIE L.
WESTON. With Designs by CAROLINE M. WATTS. 1902. 2s. net.
VI. SIR GAWAIN AT THE GRAIL CASTLE.
Three Versions from the Conte del Graal, Diu Crone, and the Prose
Lancelot. By JESSIE L. WESTON. 1903. 2s. net.
VII. SIR GAWAIN AND THE LADY OF LYS.
Translated for the first time from Wauchier de Denain's section of
the Conte del Graal by JESSIE L. WESTON. With Designs by MORRIS M.
WILLIAMS. 1907. 2s. net.
[Illustration]
Guingamor Lanval Tyolet Bisclaveret
[Illustration]
FoUR LAIS RENDERED INTo ENgLISH PRoSE
FRoM THE FRENcH oF MARIE DE FRANcE
AND oTHERS BY JESSIE L. WESToN.
WITH DESIGNS BY CARoLINE WATTS
[Illustration]
PUBLISHED BY DAVID NUTT AT THE SIGN OF
THE PHOENIX, LONG ACRE, LONDON. MCMX
_Second Impression, 1910_
Preface
The previous volumes which have been published in this series have
contained versions belonging to what we may call the _conscious_ period
of romantic literature; the writers had not only a story to tell, but
had also a very distinct feeling for the literary form of that story
and the characterisation of the actors in it. In this present volume we
go behind the work of these masters of their craft to that great mass
of floating popular tradition from which the Arthurian epic gradually
shaped itself, and of which fragments remain to throw here and there an
unexpected light on certain features of the story, and to tantalise us
with hints of all that has been lost past recovery.
All who have any real knowledge of the Arthurian cycle are well aware
that the Breton _lais_, representing as they do the popular tradition
and folk-lore of the people among whom they were current, are of value
as affording indications of the original form and meaning of much of
the completed legend, but of how much or how little value has not yet
been exactly determined. An earlier generation of scholars regarded
them as of great, perhaps too great, importance. They were inclined
indiscriminately to regard the Arthurian romances as being but a series
of connected _lais_. A later school practically ignores them, and
sees in the Arthurian romances the conscious production of literary
invention, dealing with materials gathered from all sources, and
remodelled by the genius of a Northern French poet.
I believe, myself, that the eventual result of criticism will be to
establish a position midway between these two points, and to show that
though certain of the early Celticists exaggerated somewhat, they
were, in the main, correct--their theory did not account for all the
varied problems of the Arthurian story, but it was not for that to be
lightly dismissed. The true note of the Arthurian legend is evolution
_not_ invention; the roots of that goodly growth spring alike from
history, myth, and faery; whether the two latter were not, so far
as the distinctively _Celtic_ elements of the legend are concerned,
originally _one_, is a question which need not here be debated.[1]
[1] In this connection, _cf._ Mr. Nutt's "Fairy Mythology of
Shakespeare"--Popular Studies, No. 6.
This much is quite certain; while the mythic element in the Arthurian
story is yet a matter for discussion, while we are as yet undecided
whether Arthur was, or was not, identical with the _Mercurius Artusius_
of the Gauls; whether he was, or was not, a _Culture Hero_; whether
Gawain does, or does not, represent the same
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Persuasion
by
Jane Austen
(1818)
Chapter 1
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who,
for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there
he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed
one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by
contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any
unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally
into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations
of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he
could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This
was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:
"ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH HALL.
"Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth,
daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of
Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born
June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5,
1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791."
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's
hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of
himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth--
"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove,
Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most
accurately
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BIRDS AND ALL NATURE.
ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY.
VOL. VI. NOVEMBER, 1899. NO. 4
CONTENTS
Page
A RARE HUMMING BIRD. 145
THE LADY'S SLIPPER. 146
JIM AND I. 149
WHY AND WHEREFORE OF THE COLORS OF BIRDS' EGGS. 152
TEA. 155
THE TOWHEE; CHEWINK. 158
WEE BABIES. 161
WISH-TON-WISH. 162
THE BEE AND THE FLOWER. 164
THE CANARY. 167
THE PAROQUET. 169
THE CAROLINA PAROQUET. 170
WHAT THE WOOD FIRE SAID TO A LITTLE BOY. 173
THE MISSISSIPPI. 174
INDIAN SUMMER. 176
THE CHIPMUNK. 179
TED'S WEATHER PROPHET. 180
THREATENED EXTERMINATION OF THE FUR SEAL. 181
THE PEACH. 182
THE TRANSFORMATION OF THE VICEROY. 185
BIRD LORE OF THE ANCIENT FINNS. 186
BIRD NOTES. 187
STORY OF A NEST. 188
COMMON MINERALS AND VALUABLE ORES. 191
WHEN ANIMALS ARE SEASICK. 192
A RARE HUMMING BIRD.
HOW ONE OF THESE LITTLE FAIRY CREATURES WAS TAMED.
P. W. H.
Instances are very rare where birds are familiar with human beings,
and the humming birds especially are considered unapproachable, yet a
naturalist tells how he succeeded in catching one in his hand. Several
cases are on record of attempts to tame humming birds, but when placed
in a cage they do not thrive, and soon die. The orange groves of
southern California abound in these attractive creatures, and several
can often be seen about the flowering bushes, seeking food or chasing
each other in play. "Once, when living on the <DW72>s of the Sierra
Madre mountains, where they were very plentiful, I accomplished the
feat of taking one in my hand," says the naturalist.
"I first noticed it in the garden, resting on a mustard stalk, and,
thinking to see how near I could approach, I gradually moved toward it
by pretending to be otherwise engaged, until I was within five feet of
it. The bird looked at me calmly and I moved slowly nearer, whistling
gently to attract its attention, as I began to think something was the
matter with it. It bent its head upon one side, eyed me sharply, then
flew to another stalk a few feet away, contemplating me as before.
Again I approached, taking care not to alarm it, and this time I was
almost within reaching distance before it flew away. The bird seemed to
have a growing confidence in me, and I became more and more deliberate
in my movements until I finally stood beside it, the little creature
gazing at me with its head tipped upon one side as if questioning what
I was about. I then withdrew and approached again, repeating this
several times before I stretched out my hand to take it, at which it
flew to another bush. But the next time it allowed me to grasp it, and
I had caught a wild bird open-handed without even the use of salt!"
One of the curious features of humming birds is that they are never
found in Europe, being exclusively American, ranging in this country
from the extreme north to the tropics, adding to the beauty of field
and grove, being veritable living gems. Nothing can approach the
humming bird in its gorgeousness of decoration. It is especially rich
in the metallic tints, seemingly splashed with red, blue, green, and
other bronzes. Some appear to be decked in a coat of mail, others
blazing in the sunlight with head-dresses and breast-plates that are
dazzling to behold and defy description. The smallest of birds, they
are one of the most beautiful of the many ornaments of our fields and
gardens.
In some islands of the south Pacific birds have been found that had
never seen a man before, and allowed themselves to be picked up, and
even had to be pushed out of peoples' way, it is said, yet they must
have been very unlike the birds that are generally known, or they would
have been more timid, even if they had not learned the fear of man.
THE LADY'S SLIPPER.
WILLIAM KERR HIGLEY,
Secretary of The Chicago Academy of Sciences.
This interesting plant belongs to that remarkable family of orchids
(_Orchidaceæ_) which includes over four hundred genera and five
thousand species. They
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RED, WHITE, AND BLUE
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WITH AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER,
BY "AUNT FANNY" HERSELF.
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1863.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in
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NAMES.
There might be much amusement in tracing the origin of family names.
Long ago--say about six or seven hundred years since--there were no
family names at all. People had Christian names and nothing more, and
of course there was often considerable difficulty in distinguishing
individuals. Such at present is the case in Turkey, where the old
eastern practice of using but a single name continues to be followed.
Surnames were not introduced into England until after the Conquest.
The fashion of using two names came to us from France, but for a time
was confined to families of distinction, and extended slowly over the
country. One thing is said to have promoted its use. Young ladies of
aspiring tastes declined to marry gentlemen who had only a Christian
name, such as John or Thomas, for they would necessarily have still
to be called by their own name, Mary, Elizabeth, or whatever it was.
Spinsters accordingly thought it to be a grand thing to form an
alliance with a person possessing the distinction of a family name, by
which they should ever after be called.
Curiously enough, so difficult is it to alter old usages, that until
very lately surnames were scarcely used among the humbler classes
of people in some parts of Great Britain remote from centres of
civilisation. In these places, a creditor would enter the name of
his debtor in his books as John the son of Thomas, just as you see
genealogies in the Old Testament. Only now, from improved communication
with the outer world, have practices of this kind gone out of use.
We can easily understand how the names ending in _son_, as Johnson,
Thomson, Manson (abbreviation of Magnusson), originated; and it is
equally easy to conjecture how names from professions, such as Smith,
Miller, or Cooper came into existence. It is equally obvious that
many family names are derived from the nature of the complexion of
individuals, as Black, Brown, and White.
At first sight, there is a mystery as regards the different ways in
which certain names are spelled. Smith is sometimes written Smyth;
and in some instances Brown has an _e_ at the end of it. We see the
name Reid spelled as Reade, Reed, and Rede. We see Long, Lang, and
Laing, all variations of one name. The same thing can be said of
Strong, Strang, and Strange; of Little and Liddle; of Home and Hume;
of Chambers and Chalmers; and so on with a host of surnames in daily
use. The mystery which hangs over various spellings is cleared up on a
consideration of the indifferent scholarship which prevailed until even
the middle of the eighteenth century. Names in old legal documents and
in the inscriptions on the blank leaves of family Bibles, are written
in all sorts of ways. A man seldom wrote his name twice in succession
the same way. Each member of a family followed the spelling suggested
by his own fancy, and added to or altered letters in his name with
perfect indifference. Eccentricities of this kind are still far from
uncommon in the signatures of imperfectly educated persons. There is,
in fact, a constant growth of new names, springing from ignorance and
carelessness, though also in some cases from a sense of refinement.
Perhaps there is a still more vigorous growth of names from foundlings.
Driven to their wits' end to invent names for the anonymous infants
thrown on their bounty, parish authorities are apt to cut the matter
short by conferring names that are suggested by the localities where
the poor children were picked up. A child found at a door will be
called Door, and so on with Street, Place, Steps, Basket, Turnstyle,
or anything else. Hundreds of droll names are said to have begun in
this way. Possibly it was from such origin as this that a respectable
citizen of Dublin, mentioned by Cosmo Innes in his small book on
Surnames, derived the name of Halfpenny. Mr Halfpenny, it is stated,
'throve in trade, and his children prevailed on him in his latter
years to change the name which they thought undignified; and this he
did chiefly by dropping the last letter. He died and was buried as Mr
Halpen. The fortune of the family did not recede, and the son of our
citizen thought proper to renounce retail dealing, and at the same
time looked about for a euphonious change of name. He made no scruple
of dropping the unnecessary _h_; and that being done, it was easy to
go into the Celtic rage, which Sir Walter Scott and the _Lady of the
Lake_ had just raised to a great height; and he who had run the streets
as little Kenny Halfpenny came out at the levees of the day as Kenneth
MacAlpin, the descendant of a hundred kings.'
The assumed name of MacAlpin brings us to the whole order of Macs, now
spread out in all directions. Mac is the Gaelic equivalent for son,
and accordingly Mr MacAlpin would in an English dress be Mr Alpinson.
There happen to be two distinct classes of Macs, those with a Highland
origin, such as Mackay, Macpherson, Macgregor, Macneil, Macfarlane,
Macleod, and Macdonald--all great clans in the olden time; and the Macs
of Galloway, where Gaelic is now extinct, and the races are somewhat
different from the Highland septs--perhaps with a little Manx and Irish
blood in them. Among the Galloway Macs are found the names Maclumpha,
Macletchie, and MacCandlish, which evidently do not sound with the true
Highland ring. The Irish have likewise their form of expression for
son. They use the single letter O, as O'Connell and O'Donell. The O,
however, signifies grandson, as it continues to do in the old Lowland
vernacular in Scotland, where an aged woman in humble life may be heard
saying of her grandchild, 'That is my O.' Prefixes or terminations for
son are common among names in every civilised country in Europe.
As is well known, the Norman Conquest gave a new character to English
names. From that time many of the most notable of our surnames are to
be dated, not only in England, where the Conquest made itself cruelly
felt, but in Scotland, where families of Norman origin gradually
effected a settlement by invitation and otherwise. Names traceable
to the Norman families are very commonly derived from heritable
possessions, and till this day bear a certain aristocratic air, though
altered in various ways. Doubtless in the lists of those 'who came over
with the Conqueror,' there are innumerable shams; but there are also
descendants of veritable invaders. We might, for example, instance the
late Sir Francis Burdett (father of the Baroness Burdett Coutts), who
traced his origin by a clear genealogical line to Hugh de Burdett, one
of the Norman soldiers who fought at Hastings in 1066. That gives a
pretty considerable antiquity to an existing family without change of
name. On the Scottish side of the Border, we could point to a family,
Horsbrugh of that Ilk, as being not less than eight hundred years old,
and always occupying the same lands and possessions. Wallace, Bruce,
Dundas, Fraser, Stewart, or to use its French form Stuart, are also
Scottish surnames of great antiquity. To these we might add two names
now ennobled, the Scotts, Dukes of Buccleuch, and the Kers, Dukes of
Roxburghe. We find these various names meandering through history for
six or seven hundred years.
On the original names borne by noted Norman families in England and
Scotland, time has effected conspicuous changes. The prefix _de_, which
was once held in high esteem, has been generally dropped. There has
likewise, in various cases, been what might be called a vulgarising of
the names. De Vesci is transformed into Veitch, De l'Isle into Lyle,
and De Vere into Weir. Through various changes De Montalt has become
Mowat, De Montfitchet sinks into Mushet, De Moravie into Murray, and
Grossetete into Grosart. We cannot speak with too much contempt of
the mythic fables invented to explain the origin of the names Forbes,
Guthrie, Dalyell, Douglas, Naesmyth, and Napier--grand old names, which
existed ages before the imaginary incidents that have been clumsily
assigned as their commencement.
Any one disposed to investigate the historical origin of British
surnames, would find not a little to amuse and instruct by making a
leisurely survey along the east coast from Shetland to the English
Channel. Every here and there he would alight upon patches of
population, whose descent from Norwegians, Danes, Jutes, Angles, and
other continental settlers in early times would be unmistakingly
revealed in their surnames, the colour of their eyes, their complexion,
and in their spoken dialect--the very pronunciation of certain letters;
for the lapse of centuries and innumerable vicissitudes have failed to
obliterate the normal peculiarities of their origin. Strange, indeed,
is the persistency of race. We have heard it stated as a curious
and little known fact, that on the west coast of Scotland there are
families descended from the wrecked crews of the Spanish Armada,
who scrambled ashore now nearly three hundred years ago. Herein, as
we imagine, lies a mine of ethnographic lore, which in the cause of
science and history would be not unworthy of exploration. A stretch
within the Scottish Border would likewise not be unproductive. On the
eastern and middle marches will still be found the descendants of the
Eliots and Armstrongs who are renowned in the _Border Min
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THE BATTLE OF EASTER MONDAY.
BY W. G. VAN TASSEL SUTPHEN.
Fred March had an idea. It was even a brilliant idea, and the longer he
pondered over it, the more certain he was that it was a practical one.
"And that, after all, is the important point," as Jack Howard had sagely
observed, after being taken into Fred's confidence. Here it is as it
finally resolved itself into tangible form.
"The Twelfth Regiment of the Transylvania State National Guard are to
hold a sham fight on Easter Monday. There has been a great deal of talk
about the use of the bicycle in war, and here is a chance to test the
theories. Let us organize the boys into a bicycle corps, and offer our
services to your father, Colonel Howard, who commands the regiment."
Jack reflected, soberly, "How could we be of any use?"
"We could be organized as a body of mounted riflemen, and also do scout
and staff service. The fight is going to be somewhere on the Quantico
golf course, and the grass on the links is short and smooth enough for
riding. Easter comes so late this year that the frost is out of the
ground already, and it isn't likely to rain before Monday. And then
there are the roads in all directions."
"How many fellows can we muster?"
"Well, you know that all the boys from boarding-school are at home for
the Easter holidays, and I've counted up sixty-five single wheels and
three tandems; then we have the motor cycle, the 'Happy Thought,' and
the people at the Driving Park have promised to lend me the 'quad' that
they have there for pacing the circuit riders--an available force
altogether of seventy machines and seventy-seven men."
Jack became enthusiastic. "Let's go down to the armory and propose it to
my father," he said, briefly.
Colonel Howard was mildly amused when the proposition was first broached
to him, but as the boys proceeded to explain the practical details of
the plan he grew interested.
"There may be something in it," he said, finally, "and I'll think it
over."
Two days later Colonel Howard sent for Fred and Jack, and informed them
that their idea had been favorably considered, and that the services of
the bicycle corps would be accepted.
"I have arranged," said Colonel Howard, "that the boys on the single
wheels and two of the tandems shall be armed with short repeating
carbines, and shall act as mounted riflemen, under command of Fred
March. I have a friend in the gun-factory at Decatur, and he has
promised to lend me two rapid-fire guns, which I will have mounted on
the third tandem and on the 'Happy Thought.' Jack will take command of
the 'quad,' and will act as a member of my personal staff. You will
report with your men at the armory Monday morning at nine o'clock
sharp."
The idea had actually materialized, and Fred was naturally pleased to
think that his suggestion was to be taken up in earnest. But he was even
more anxious that the experiment should be a success and that the
military value of the bicycle should be demonstrated.
Now sham fights are generally carried on after a carefully prepared
plan, every movement being carefully thought out beforehand, even to the
strategy. But on this occasion it had been proposed that an actual
problem should be placed before the two commanders, and that they should
be allowed to work it out in their own way. Here, then, was a chance for
real strategy, and, other things being equal, brains must win. Of
course, as only blank cartridges are used, umpires must be appointed to
determine the practical results of the various movements, and to finally
award the victory to the side which in their judgment has fairly won it.
The field of operations had been decided upon, and Saturday afternoon
Fred and Jack jumped on the "Happy Thought" and went down to have a look
at it.
The map on the opposite page gives a good idea of the military features
of the battle-ground, and if you study it carefully, you will easily
understand the conditions of the problem.
[Illustration: PLAN OF THE BATTLE-FIELD.]
It is supposed that
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THE ALLEN HOUSE
OR, TWENTY YEARS AGO AND NOW.
By T. S. Arthur
Philadelphia:
1860
PREFACE.
WE point to two ways in life, and if the young man and maiden, whose
feet are lingering in soft green meadows and flowery walks, will
consider these two ways in sober earnest, before moving onward, and
choose the one that truth and reason tell them leads to honor, success,
and happiness, our book will accomplish its right work for them. It is
a sad thing, after the lapse of twenty years, to find ourselves amid
ruined hopes;--to sit down with folded hands and say, "Thus far life has
been a failure!" Yet, to how many is this the wretched summing up at the
end of a single score of years from the time that reason takes the helm!
Al
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By Herbert N. Casson
PREFACE
Thirty-five short years, and presto! the newborn art of telephony is
fullgrown. Three million telephones are now scattered abroad in foreign
countries, and seven millions are massed here, in the land of its birth.
So entirely has the telephone outgrown the ridicule with which, as many
people can well remember, it was first received, that it is now in
most places taken for granted, as though it were a part of the natural
phenomena of this planet. It has so marvellously extended the
facilities of conversation--that "art in which a man has all mankind for
competitors"--that it is now an indispensable help to whoever would
live the convenient life. The disadvantage of being deaf and dumb to
all absent persons, which was universal in pre-telephonic days, has now
happily been overcome; and I hope that this story of how and by whom it
was done will be a welcome addition to American libraries.
It is such a story as the telephone itself might tell, if it could speak
with a voice of its own. It is not technical. It is not statistical. It
is not exhaustive. It is so brief, in fact, that a second volume could
readily be made by describing the careers of telephone leaders whose
names I find have been omitted unintentionally from this book--such
indispensable men, for instance, as William R. Driver, who has signed
more telephone cheques and larger ones than any other man; Geo. S.
Hibbard, Henry W. Pope, and W. D. Sargent, three veterans who know
telephony in all its phases; George Y. Wallace, the last survivor of the
Rocky Mountain pioneers; Jasper N. Keller, of Texas and New England;
W. T. Gentry, the central figure of the Southeast, and the following
presidents of telephone companies: Bernard E. Sunny, of Chicago; E. B.
Field, of Denver; D. Leet Wilson, of Pittsburg; L. G. Richardson, of
Indianapolis; Caspar E. Yost, of Omaha; James E. Caldwell, of Nashville;
Thomas Sherwin, of Boston; Henry T. Scott, of San Francisco; H. J.
Pettengill, of Dallas; Alonzo Burt, of Milwaukee; John Kilgour, of
Cincinnati; and Chas. S. Gleed, of Kansas City.
I am deeply indebted to most of these men for the information which
is herewith presented; and also to such pioneers, now dead, as O. E.
Madden, the first General Agent; Frank L. Pope, the noted electrical
expert; C. H. Haskins, of Milwaukee; George F. Ladd, of San Francisco;
and Geo. F. Durant, of St. Louis.
H. N. C. PINE HILL, N. Y., June 1, 1910.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I THE BIRTH OF THE TELEPHONE
II THE BUILDING OF THE BUSINESS
III THE HOLDING OF THE BUSINESS
IV THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE ART
V THE EXPANSION OF THE BUSINESS
VI NOTABLE USERS OF THE TELEPHONE
VII THE TELEPHONE AND NATIONAL EFFICIENCY
VIII THE TELEPHONE IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES
IX THE FUTURE OF THE TELEPHONE
THE HISTORY OF THE TELEPHONE
CHAPTER I. THE BIRTH OF THE TELEPHONE
In that somewhat distant year 1875, when the telegraph and the Atlantic
cable were the most wonderful things in the world, a tall young
professor of elocution was desperately busy in a noisy machine-shop
that stood in one of the narrow streets of Boston, not far from Scollay
Square. It was a very hot afternoon in June, but the young professor had
forgotten the heat and the grime of the workshop. He was wholly absorbed
in the making of a nondescript machine, a sort of crude harmonica with
a clock-spring reed, a magnet, and a wire. It was a most absurd toy in
appearance. It was unlike any other thing that had ever been made in any
country. The young professor had been toiling over it for three years
and it had constantly baffled him, until, on this hot afternoon in June,
1875, he heard an almost inaudible sound--a faint TWANG--come from the
machine itself.
For an instant he was stunned. He had been expecting just such a sound
for several months, but it came so suddenly as to give him the sensation
of surprise. His eyes blazed with delight, and he sprang in a passion of
eagerness to an adjoining room in which stood a young mechanic who was
assisting him.
"Snap that reed again, Watson," cried the apparently irrational young
professor. There was one of the odd-looking machines in each room, so
it appears, and the two were connected by an electric wire. Watson had
snapped the reed on one of the machines and the professor had heard from
the other machine exactly the same sound. It was no more than the gentle
TWANG of a clock-spring; but it was the first time in the history of the
world that a complete sound had been carried along a wire, reproduced
perfectly at the other end, and heard by an expert in acoustics.
That twang of the clock-spring was the first tiny cry of the newborn
telephone, uttered in the clanging din of a machine-shop and happily
heard by a man whose ear had been trained to recognize the strange voice
of the little newcomer. There, amidst flying belts and jarring wheels,
the baby telephone was born, as feeble and helpless as any other baby,
and "with no language but a cry."
The professor-inventor, who had thus rescued the tiny foundling of
science, was a young Scottish American. His name, now known as widely
as the telephone itself, was Alexander Graham Bell. He was a
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Chronological and General Index, Alphabetical and Centenary Table,
etc._
THE
LIVES
OF
THE FATHERS, MARTYRS,
AND OTHER
PRINCIPAL SAINTS;
COMPILED FROM
ORIGINAL MONUMENTS, AND OTHER AUTHENTIC RECORDS;
ILLUSTRATED WITH THE
REMARKS OF JUDICIOUS MODERN CRITICS AND HISTORIANS.
BY THE REV. ALBAN BUTLER.
_With the approbation of
MOST REV. M. A. CORRIGAN, D.D.,
Archbishop of New York._
VOL. VII.
NEW YORK:
P. J. KENEDY,
PUBLISHER TO THE HOLY SEE,
EXCELSIOR CATHOLIC PUBLISHING HOUSE,
5 BARCLAY STREET.
1908
CONTENTS.
JULY.
1.
St. Rumold, Bishop and Martyr
SS. Julius and Aaron, Martyrs
St. Theobald, Confessor
St. Gal, Bishop
Another St. Gal, Bishop
St. Calais, Abbot
St. Leonorus, Bishop
St. Simeon
St. Thierri, Abbot
St. Cybar, Recluse
2.
The Visitation of the Blessed Virgin
SS. Processus and Martinian, Martyrs
St. Otho, Bishop and Confessor
St. Monegondes, Recluse
St. Oudoceus, Bishop
3.
St. Phocas, Martyr
St. Guthagon, Recluse
St. Gunthiern, Abbot
St. Bertran, Bishop
4.
St. Ulric, Bishop and Confessor
St. Odo, Bishop and Confessor
St. Sisoes, Anchoret
St. Bertha, Widow, Abbess
St. Finbar, Abbot in Ireland
St. Bolcan, Abbot in Ireland
5.
St. Peter, Bishop and Confessor
St. Modwena, Virgin in Ireland
St. Edana, Virgin in Ireland
6.
St. Palladius, Bishop and Confessor, Apostle of the Scots
Account of ancient principal Scottish Saints commemorated in
an ancient Scottish Calendar published by Mr. Robert Keith
St. Julian, Anchoret
St. Sexburgh, Abbess
St. Goar, Priest, Confessor
St. Moninna, Virgin in Ireland
7.
St. Pantænus, Father of the Church
St. Willibald, Bishop and Confessor
St. Hedda, Bishop and Confessor
St. Edelburga, Virgin
St. Felix, Bishop and Confessor
St. Benedict XI., Pope and Confessor
8.
St. Elizabeth, Queen of Portugal
St. Procopius, Martyr
SS.
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The Rural Science Series
Edited by L. H. Bailey
FARM BOYS AND GIRLS
* * * * *
The Rural Science Series
THE SOIL.
THE SPRAYING OF PLANTS.
MILK AND ITS PRODUCTS.
THE FERTILITY OF THE LAND.
THE PRINCIPLES OF FRUIT-GROWING.
BUSH-FRUITS.
FERTILIZERS.
THE PRINCIPLES OF AGRICULTURE. 15th Ed.
IRRIGATION AND DRAINAGE.
THE FARMSTEAD.
RURAL WEALTH AND WELFARE.
THE PRINCIPLES OF VEGETABLE-GARDENING.
FARM POULTRY.
THE FEEDING OF ANIMALS.
THE FARMER'S BUSINESS HANDBOOK.
THE DISEASES OF ANIMALS.
THE HORSE.
HOW TO CHOOSE A FARM.
FORAGE CROPS.
BACTERIA IN RELATION TO COUNTRY LIFE.
THE NURSERY-BOOK.
PLANT-BREEDING. 4th Ed.
THE FORCING-BOOK.
THE PRUNING-BOOK.
FRUIT-GROWING IN ARID REGIONS.
RURAL HYGIENE.
DRY-FARMING.
LAW FOR THE AMERICAN FARMER.
FARM BOYS AND GIRLS.
THE TRAINING AND BREAKING OF HORSES.
_Others in preparation._
* * * * *
[Illustration: PLATE I.
FIG. 1.--At least once each day the busy farm father may think of a way
to combine his work with the children's play.]
FARM BOYS AND GIRLS
by
WILLIAM A. McKEEVER
Professor of Philosophy
Kansas State Agricultural College
New York
The Macmillan Company
1913
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1912,
by the Macmillan Company.
Set up and electrotyped. Published February, 1912. Reprinted
August, 1912; January, June, 1913.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
DEDICATED
TO THE SERVICE OF THE
TEN MILLION BOYS AND GIRLS
WHO ARE ENROLLED IN
THE RURAL SCHOOLS
OF AMERICA
PREFACE
In the preparation of this book I have had in mind two classes of
readers; namely, the rural parents and the many persons who are
interested in carrying forward the rural work discussed in the several
chapters. It has been my aim to give as much specific aid and direction
as possible. The first two chapters constitute a mere outline of some of
the fundamental principles of child development. It would be fortunate
if the reader who is unfamiliar with such principles could have a course
of reading in the volumes that treat them extensively. Nearly every
suggestion given in the main body of the book is based on what has
already either been undertaken with a degree of success or planned for
in some rural community.
I am very greatly indebted to the following persons and firms for their
kindness and generosity in lending pictures and cuts for illustrating
the book: E. T. Fairchild, State Superintendent of Public Instruction,
Topeka, Kansas; J. W. Crabtree, Principal State Normal School, River
Falls, Wisconsin; George W. Brown, Superintendent of Edgar County,
Paris, Illinois; O. J. Kern, Superintendent of Winnebago County,
Rockford, Illinois; Miss Jessie Fields, Superintendent of Page County,
Clarinda, Iowa; A. D. Holloway, General Secretary, County Y.M.C.A.,
Marysville, Kansas; Dr. Myron T. Scudder, of Rutgers College; Doubleday,
Page & Company, Garden City, New York; _Rural Manhood_, New York City;
_The Farmer's Voice_, Chicago, Illinois; _The American Agriculturist_,
New York City; _The Oklahoma Farmer_, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; _The
Inland Farmer_, Lexington, Kentucky; _The Farmer's Advocate_, Winnipeg,
Canada.
My thanks are also due _Successful Farming_, of Des Moines, Iowa, for
permission to use excerpts from President Kirk's article on the model
school, and portions of a series of brief articles written for the same
magazine by myself.
The references given at the close of the chapters have been selected
with considerable care. It will be found in nearly every case that they
give helpful and more extended discussions of the several topics treated
in the preceding chapter.
WILLIAM A. McKEEVER.
MANHATTAN, KANSAS.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. BUILDING A GOOD LIFE 1
What is a Good Life? 2
1. Good Health 3
2. Usefulness 3
3. Moral Strength 4
4. Social Efficiency 5
5. Religious Interest 5
6. Happiness 6
Is the Human Stock comparatively Sound? 7
II. THE TIME TO BUILD 12
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HISTORIC BUBBLES
BY
FREDERIC LEAKE.
[Illustration: colophon]
_The earth has bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them._--BANQUO.
_Mais les ouvrages les plus courts
Sont toujours les meilleurs._--LA FONTAINE.
ALBANY, N. Y.:
RIGGS PRINTING & PUBLISHING CO.,
1896.
COPYRIGHT, 1896
BY
RIGGS PRINTING AND PUBLISHING COMPANY
CONTENTS
PAGE
Duke of Berwick, 7
Captivity of Babylon, 45
The Second House of Burgundy, 75
Two Jaquelines, 115
Hoche, 152
An Interesting Ancestor of Queen Victoria, 185
John Wiclif, 201
PREFACE
Once upon a time I was a member of that arch-erudite body, the Faculty
of Williams College, and I took my turn in putting forth lectures
tending or pretending to edification. I was not to the manner born,
and had indulged even to indigestion, in the reading of history. These
ebullitions are what came of that intemperance.
The manuscripts were lying harmless in a bureau drawer, under gynæcian
strata, when, last summer, a near and rummaging relative, a printer,
unearthed them, read them, and asked leave to publish them. I refused;
but after conventional hesitation, I--still vowing I would ne’er
consent--consented.
With this diagnosis, I abandon them to the printer and the public.
Those who read them will form opinions of them, and some who read them
not, will do the same thing in accordance with a tempting canon of
criticism.
F. L.
WILLIAMSTOWN, MASS., 1896.
The Duke of Berwick
In the north-east corner of the map of England, or, if you are a
Scotchman, in the south-east corner of the map of Scotland, you will
find the town of Berwick.
That town was held first to belong to Scotland, and then to England.
Then the lawyers tried their hand at it, and made out that it belonged
to neither--that a writ issued either in England or Scotland, would
not run in Berwick-on-Tweed. So an act of Parliament was passed in the
reign of George II., to extend the authority of the British realm to
that evasive municipality.
The name is pronounced _Berrick_. It is a rule in England to spell
proper names one way and pronounce them another: thus Edinburgh is
Edinboro, Derby is Darby, Brougham is Broom, Cholmondeley is Chumly and
so on. This rule is sometimes inconvenient. An American tourist wished
to visit the home of Charlotte Brontë. He asked the way to Haworth.
_Ha-worth!_ Nobody had ever heard of such a place. No such place
in that part of England. At last somebody guessed that this stray
foreigner wanted to go to Hawth. Haworth is Hawth.
But that act of Parliament did not decree that folks should say Berrick
and not Berwick; and even if it had, it would not be of force in this
country; so the reader may pronounce it just as he pleases.
From that town was derived the ducal title of my subject.
In November, 1873, I sailed for England. Among my shipmates was Lord
Alfred Churchill an uncle of the present duke of Marlborough, and a
descendent of John Churchill duke of Marlborough the famous general
of Queen Anne. Walking the deck one day with Lord Alfred, I asked him
about his family--not about his wife and children--that would not have
been good manners; but about the historic line from which he sprang.
I asked how it was that he was a Churchill, when he was descended
not from a son but from a daughter of the great duke. He explained
that an act of parliament had authorised Charles Spencer, earl of
Sunderland, son-in-law of the duke, not only to take the title of duke
of Marlborough, but to change his name from Spencer to Churchill.
There can be no better evidence of the overshadowing glory of the
great captain than that the house of Sunderland should so nearly
suppress the old, aristocratic name of Spencer, in favor of the new,
the parvenu Churchill. The Spencers came in with the Conqueror, and we
meet them often in history. We well remember the two Spencers, father
and son, who were executed in the reign of Edward II. on a charge of
high-treason; and that bizarre historian A’Becket says that the sad
tale of those Spencers led afterwards to the introduction of spencers
without any tail at all.
I asked his lordship what had become of the Berwick branch of the
Churchills. He answered drily that he did not know--so drily in fact
that I inferred he had forgotten there had ever been such a branch.
In order to introduce that branch I must ask you to go back with me to
the middle of the seventeenth century.
Charles Stuart, Charles II. sits on the throne of England, or rather
perambulates about it, for he is a great walker: he and his dogs are
always in motion; and his favorite breed of those animals is still
known as the King Charles spaniel.
Charles was a witty and a disreputable monarch: one current view of him
is that he never said a foolish thing and never did a wise one.
Charles had married Catharine of Braganza a daughter of that John
of Braganza who had rescued Portugal from the yoke of the Spanish
Hapsburgs, and founded the present dynasty. Catharine
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[Illustration: UP THE MOUNTAIN TO GRANDFATHER]
HEIDI
_by_
JOHANNA SPYRI
ILLUSTRATED BY
ALICE CARSEY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE.. CHICAGO
COPYRIGHT 1916 BY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE.. CHICAGO
INTRODUCTION
There is here presented to the reader a careful translation of "Heidi,"
one of the most popular works of the great Swiss authoress, Madam
Johanna Spyri. As particulars of her career are not easily gathered, we
may here state that Johanna Heusser was born at Zurich, June 12, 1827.
She wrote nothing in her youth. She was happily married to the Advocate
Spyri. Later, the Franco-Prussian war evoked from her a book devised
for a charitable purpose, and the success of this volume revealed her
future. She died at her home in Zurich in 1891. Her fame has spread to
all countries, and her many books have delighted not only the children
for whom they were so artfully written, but they have become favorites
with lovers of children as well.
As to "Heidi," itself, wherever mountains are seen or read about, the
simple account of the early life of the Swiss child, amid the beauties
of her passionately-loved home, will be a favorite book for younger
readers and those who seek their good.
Johanna Spyri lived amidst the scenes she so gracefully described. In
all her stories she shows an underlying desire to preserve her young
readers alike from misunderstanding and the mistaken kindness that
frequently hinders the happiness and natural development of their lives
and characters.
Among her many works are the following: "Arthur and His Squirrel,"
"On Sunday," "From the Swiss Mountains," "A Scion of the House of
Lesa," "The Great and the Small All May Aid," "From Near and Far,"
"Cornelius," "Lost but Not Forgotten," "Gritli's Children," 2 volumes,
"Without a Country," "What Shall Then Become of Her?," "Sina," "From
Our Own Country," "Ten Stories," 2 volumes, "In Leuchtensa," "Uncle
Titus," "A Golden Saying," "The Castle Wildenstein," "What Really
Happened to Her," "In the Valley of the Tilonne," "The Hauffer Mill."
M. H. M.
CONTENTS
I. Heidi's First Mountain Climb 13
II. A New Home with Grandfather 22
III. Little Bear and Little Swan 29
IV. Shooting Down the Mountain Side 40
V. A Railroad Journey 52
VI. Clara, the Patient Little Invalid 60
VII. The Unfriendly Housekeeper 67
VIII. Surprises for the Children 79
IX. Mr. Sesemann Takes Heidi's Part 87
X. Clara's Lovable Grandmother 91
XI. Home-Sickness 98
XII. "My House Is Haunted" 102
XIII. At Home Again on the Mountain 112
XIV. The Coat with the Silver Buttons 126
XV. A Great Disappointment 135
XVI. The Doctor Comes with Presents 140
XVII. Excursions Over the Mountains 149
XVIII. A New Home for the Winter 157
XIX. Heidi Teaches Obstinate Peter 167
XX. A Strange Looking Procession 176
XXI. Happy Days for the Little Visitor 191
XXII. Wicked Peter and the Unlucky Chair 199
XXIII. Good-Bye to the Beautiful Mountain 217
ILLUSTRATIONS
Up the Mountain to Grandfather (_color_) FRONTISPIECE
Heidi Tenderly Stroked the Two Goats in Turn 27
Heidi Drank in the Golden Sunlight, the Fresh
Air and the Sweet Smell of the Flowers (_color_) 33
Heidi Now Began to Give a Lively Description
of Her Life with the Grandfather (_color_) 48
"Why, There Is Nothing Outside but
the Stony Streets" 72
Miss Rottermeyer Jumped Higher Than She
Had for Many Long Years (_color_) 80
Grandmother's Kind Advice Brings Comfort
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THE EUROPEAN WAR, VOL 2, NO. 5, AUGUST, 1915***
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The New York Times
CURRENT HISTORY
A Monthly Magazine
THE EUROPEAN WAR
AUGUST, 1915
[Illustration: H.M. QUEEN SOPHIA OF GREECE
Sister of Kaiser Wilhelm, and an Ardent Germanophile
(_Photo from Bain._)]
[Illustration: HIS HOLINESS BENEDICT XV.
The Entrance of Italy into the War has Increased the Delicacy of the
Pontiff's Position
(_Photo from International News._)]
CONTENTS
THE LUSITANIA CASE
The American Rejoinder
German and American Press Opinion
Austria-Hungary's Protest
Armenian, Orduna, and Others
Results of Submarine Warfare
In Memoriam: REGINALD WARNEFORD
American Preparedness
First Year of the War
Inferences from Eleven Months of the European Conflict
"Revenge for Elisabeth!"
A Year of the War in Africa and Asia
An "Insult" to War
The Drive at Warsaw
Naval Losses During the War
Battles in the West
France's "Eyewitness" Reports
The Crown Prince in the Argonne
Gallipoli's Shambles
Italy's War on Austria
The Task of Italy
Two Devoted Nations
Rumania, Serbia, Bulgaria, Greece
Dr. Conybeare's Recantation
The Case of Muenter
Devotion to the Kaiser
Scientists and the Military
Hudson Maxim on Explosives
Thor!
"I am the Gravest Danger"
THE EUROPEAN WAR AS SEEN BY CARTOONISTS
The Belligerents' Munitions
The Power of the Purse
Cases Reserved
New Recruiting in Britain
American War Supplies
Magazinists of the World on the War
Germany's Long-Nourished Powers
"To Avenge"
The Pope, the Vatican, and Italy
Are the Allies Winning?
Selling Arms to the Allies
War and Non-Resistance
"Good Natured Germany"
Italy's Defection
Apologies for English Words
Germanic Peace Terms
France's Bill of Damages
A French Rejoinder
Dr. Von Bode's Polemic
"Carnegie and German Peace"
Russia's Supply of Warriors
Austria and the Balkans
Italy's Publications in War-Time
Sweden and the Lusitania
A Threatened Despotism of Spirit
"Gott Mit Uns"
On the Psychology of Neutrals
Chlorine Warfare
Rheims Cathedral
The English Falsehood
Calais or Suez?
Note on the Principle of Nationality
Singer of "La Marseillaise"
Depression--Common-Sense and the Situation
The War and Racial Progress
The English Word, Thought, and Life
Evviva L'Italia
Who Died Content!
"The Germans, Destroyers of Cathedrals"
Chronology of the War
THE LUSITANIA CASE
The American Note to Berlin of July 21
Steps Leading Up to President Wilson's Rejection of Germany's
Proposals
The German Admiralty on Feb. 4 proclaimed a war zone around Great
Britain announcing that every enemy merchant ship found therein would
be destroyed "without its being always possible to avert the dangers
threatening the crews and passengers on that account."
The text of this proclamation was made known by Ambassador Gerard on
Feb. 6. Four days later the United States Government sent to Germany a
note of protest which has come to be known as the "strict
accountability note." After pointing out that a serious infringement
of American rights on the high seas was likely to occur, should
Germany carry out her war-zone decree in the manner she had
proclaimed, it declared:
"If such a deplorable situation should arise, the Imperial
German Government can readily appreciate that the Government
of the United States would be constrained to hold the
Imperial German Government to a strict accountability for
such acts of their naval authorities and to take any steps
it might be necessary to take to safeguard American lives
and property and to secure to American citizens the full
enjoyment of their acknowledged rights on the high seas."
The war-zone decree went into effect on Feb. 18. Two days later
dispatches were cabled to Ambassador Page at London and to Ambassador
Gerard at Berlin suggesting that a modus vivendi be entered into by
England and Germany by which submarine warfare and sowing of mines at
sea might be abandoned if foodstuffs were allowed to reach the German
civil population under American consular inspection.
Germany replied to this on March 1, expressing her willingness to act
favorably on the proposal. The same day the British Government stated
that because of the war-zone decree of the German Government the
British Government must take measures to prevent commodities of all
kinds from reaching or leaving Germany. On March 15 the British
Government flatly refused the modus vivendi suggestion.
On April 4 Count von Bernstorff, the German Ambassador at Washington,
submitted a memorandum to the United States Government regarding
German-American trade and the exportation of arms. Mr. Bryan replied
to the memorandum on April 21, insisting that the United States was
preserving her strict status of neutrality according to the accepted
laws of nations.
On May 7 the Cunard steamship Lusitania was sunk by a German submarine
in the war zone as decreed by Germany, and more than 100 American
citizens perished, with 1,000 other persons on board.
Thereupon, on May 13, the United States transmitted to the German
Government a note on the subject of this loss. It said:
"American citizens act within their indisputable rights in
taking their ships and in traveling wherever their
legitimate business calls them upon the high seas, and
exercise those rights in what should be the well justified
confidence that their lives will not be endangered by acts
done in clear violation of universally acknowledged
international obligations, and certainly in the confidence
that their own Government will sustain them in the exercise
of their rights."
This note concluded:
"The Imperial Government will not expect the Government of
the United States to omit any word or any act necessary to
the performance of its sacred duty of maintaining the rights
of the United States and its citizens and of safeguarding
their free exercise and enjoyment."
Germany replied to this note on May 29. It stated that it had heard
that the Lusitania was an armed naval ship which had attempted to use
American passengers as a protection, and that, anyway, such passengers
should not have been present. It added:
"The German commanders are consequently no longer in a
position to observe the rules of capture otherwise usual and
with which they invariably complied before this."
To the foregoing the United States maintained in a note sent to the
German Government on June 9 that the Lusitania was not an armed vessel
and that she had sailed in accordance with the laws of the United
States, and that "only her actual resistance to capture or refusal to
stop when ordered to do so... could have afforded the commander of
the submarine any justification for so much as putting the lives of
those on board the ship in jeopardy."
In support of this view the note cited international law and added:
"It is upon this principle of humanity, as well as upon the
law founded upon this principle, that the United States must
stand."
Exactly one month later, on July 9, came Germany's reply. Its preamble
praised the United States for its humane attitude and said that
Germany was fully in accord therewith. Something, it asserted, should
be done, for "the case of the Lusitania shows with horrible clearness
to what jeopardizing of human lives the manner of conducting war
employed by our adversaries leads," and that under certain conditions
which it set forth, American ships might have safe passage through the
war zone, or even some enemy ships flying the American flag. It
continued:
"The Imperial Government, however, confidently hopes the
American Government will assume to guarantee that these
vessels have no contraband on board, details of arrangements
for the unhampered passage of these vessels to be agreed
upon by the naval authorities of both sides."
It is to this reply that the note of the United States Government made
public on July 24 is an answer.
Germany's reply of July 8 and President Wilson's final rejoinder of
July 21--which was given to the American press of July 24--are
presented below, together with accounts of the recent German
submarine attacks on the ships Armenian, Anglo-Californian, Normandy,
and Orduna, involving American lives, and an appraisal of the German
operations in the submarine "war zone" since February 18, 1915, when
it was proclaimed. Also Austro-Hungary's note of June 29, protesting
against American exports of arms, and an account of American and
German press opinion on the Lusitania case are treated hereunder.
THE GERMAN MINISTER FOR FOREIGN AFFAIRS TO THE AMERICAN AMBASSADOR AT
BERLIN
BERLIN, July 8, 1915.
The undersigned has the honor to make the following reply to his
Excellency Ambassador Gerard to the note of the 10th ultimo re the
impairment of American interests by the German submarine war:
The Imperial Government learned with satisfaction from the note how
earnestly the Government of the United States is concerned in seeing
the principles of humanity realized in the present war. Also this
appeal finds ready echo in Germany, and the Imperial Government is
quite willing to permit its statements and decisions in the present
case to be governed by the principles of humanity just as it has done
always.
The Imperial Government welcomed with gratitude when the American
Government, in the note of May 15, itself recalled that Germany had
always permitted itself to be governed by the principles of progress
and humanity in dealing with the law of maritime war.
Since the time when Frederick the Great negotiated with John Adams,
Benjamin Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson the Treaty of Friendship and
Commerce of September 9, 1785, between Prussia and the Republic of the
West, German and American statesmen have, in fact, always stood
together in the struggle for the freedom of the seas and for the
protection of peaceable trade.
In the international proceedings which since have been conducted for
the regulation of the laws of maritime war, Germany and America have
jointly advocated progressive principles, especially the abolishment
of the right of capture at sea and the protection of the interests of
neutrals.
Even at the beginning of the present war the German Government
immediately declared its willingness, in response to proposals of the
American Government, to ratify the Declaration of London and thereby
subject itself in the use of its naval forces to all the restrictions
provided therein in favor of neutrals.
Germany likewise has been always tenacious of the principle that war
should be conducted against the armed and organized forces of an enemy
country, but that the enemy civilian population must be spared as far
as possible from the measures of war. The Imperial Government
cherishes the definite hope that some way will be found when peace is
concluded, or perhaps earlier, to regulate the law of maritime war in
a manner guaranteeing the freedom of the seas, and will welcome it
with gratitude and satisfaction if it can work hand in hand with the
American Government on that occasion.
If in the present war the principles which should be the ideal of the
future have been traversed more and more, the longer its duration, the
German Government has no guilt therein. It is known to the American
Government how Germany's adversaries, by completely paralyzing
peaceful traffic between Germany and neutral countries, have aimed
from the very beginning and with increasing lack of consideration at
the destruction not so much of the armed forces as the life of the
German nation, repudiating in doing so all the rules of international
law and disregarding all rights of neutrals.
On November 3, 1914, England declared the North Sea a war area, and by
planting poorly anchored mines and by the stoppage and capture of
vessels, made passage extremely dangerous and difficult for neutral
shipping, thereby actually blockading neutral coasts and ports
contrary to all international law. Long before the beginning of
submarine war England practically completely intercepted legitimate
neutral navigation to Germany also. Thus Germany was driven to a
submarine war on trade.
On November 14, 1914, the English Premier declared in the House of
Commons that it was one of England's principal tasks to prevent food
for the German population from reaching Germany via neutral ports.
Since March 1 England has been taking from neutral ships without
further formality all merchandise proceeding to Germany, as well as
all merchandise coming from Germany, even when neutral property. Just
as it was also with the Boers, the German people is now to be given
the choice of perishing from starvation with its women and children or
of relinquishing its independence.
While our enemies thus loudly and openly proclaimed war without mercy
until our utter destruction, we were conducting a war in self-defense
for our national existence and for the sake of peace of an assured
permanency. We have been obliged to adopt a submarine warfare to meet
the declared intentions of our enemies and the method of warfare
adopted by them in contravention of international law.
With all its efforts in principle to protect neutral life and property
from damage as much as possible, the German Government recognized
unreservedly in its memorandum of February 4 that the interests of
neutrals might suffer from the submarine warfare. However, the
American Government will also understand and appreciate that in the
fight for existence, which has been forced upon Germany by its
adversaries and announced by them, it is the sacred duty of the
Imperial Government to do all within its power to protect and save the
lives of German subjects. If the Imperial Government were derelict in
these, its duties, it would be guilty before God and history of the
violation of those principles of highest humanity which are the
foundation of every national existence.
The case of the Lusitania shows with horrible clearness to what
jeopardizing of human lives the manner of conducting war employed by
our adversaries leads. In the most direct contradiction of
international law all distinctions between merchantmen and war vessels
have been
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THE
SALEM WITCHCRAFT,
The Planchette Mystery,
AND
MODERN SPIRITUALISM,
WITH
DR. DODDRIDGE'S DREAM.
HISTORY
OF
SALEM WITCHCRAFT:
A REVIEW
OF
CHARLES W. UPHAM'S GREAT WORK.
FROM THE "EDINBURGH REVIEW."
With Notes,
BY THE EDITOR OF "THE PHRENOLOGICAL JOURNAL."
NEW YORK:
FOWLER & WELLS CO., PUBLISHERS,
753 BROADWAY.
1886.
BIGOTRY. Obstinate or blind attachment to a particular creed;
unreasonable zeal or warmth in favor of a party, sect, or opinion;
excessive prejudice. The practice or tenet of a bigot.
PREJUDICE. An opinion or decision of mind, formed without due
examination of the facts or arguments which are necessary to a just and
impartial determination. A previous bent or inclination of mind for or
against any person or thing. Injury or wrong of any kind; as to act to
the _prejudice_ of another.
SUPERSTITION. Excessive exactness or rigor in religious opinions or
practice; excess or extravagance in religion; the doing of things not
required by God, or abstaining from things not forbidden; or the
belief of what is absurd, or belief without evidence. False religion;
false worship. Rite or practice proceeding from excess of scruples in
religion. Excessive nicety; scrupulous exactness. Belief in the direct
agency of superior powers in certain extraordinary or singular events,
or in omens and prognostics.--_Webster._
INTRODUCTION.
The object in reprinting this most interesting review is simply to show
the progress made in moral, intellectual, and physical science. The
reader will go back with us to a time--not very remote--when nothing was
known of Phrenology and Psychology; when men and women were persecuted,
and even put to death, through the baldest ignorance and the most
pitiable superstition. If we were to go back still farther, to the Holy
Wars, we should find cities and nations drenched in human blood through
religious bigotry and intolerance. Let us thank God that our lot is
cast in a more fortunate age, when the light of revelation, rightly
interpreted by the aid of SCIENCE, points to the Source of all
knowledge, all truth, all light.
When we know more of Anatomy, Physiology, Physiognomy, and the Natural
Sciences generally, there will be a spirit of broader liberality,
religious tolerance, and individual freedom. Then all men will hold
themselves accountable to God, rather than to popes, priests, or
parsons. Our progenitors lived in a time that tried men's souls, as
the following lucid review most painfully shows.
S. R. W.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
The Place 7
The Salemite of Forty Years Ago 8
How the Subject was opened 9
Careful Historiography 10
The Actors in the Tragedy 12
Philosophy of the Delusion 12
Character of the Early Settlement 13
First Causes 15
Death of the Patriarch 16
Growth of Witchcraft 17
Trouble in the Church 18
Rev. Mr. Burroughs 19
Deodat Lawson 20
Parris--a Malignant 20
A Protean Devil 21
State of Physiology 22
William Penn as a Precedent 22
Phenomena of Witchcraft 23
Parris and his Circle 25
The Inquisitions--Sarah Good 26
A Child Witch 27
The Towne Sisters 28
Depositions of Parris and his Tools 31
Goody Nurse's Excommunication 35
Mary Easty 36
Mrs. Cloyse 38
The Proctor Family 40
The Jacobs Family 41
Giles and Martha Corey 42
Decline of the Delusion 44
The Physio-Psychological Causes of the Trouble 45
The Last of Parris 47
"One of the Afflicted"--Her Confession
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LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
[Illustration]
Love Sonnets of an
Office Boy
By
Samuel Ellsworth Kiser
Illustrated by
John T. McCutcheon
Forbes & Company
Boston and Chicago
1902
_Copyright, 1902_
BY SAMUEL ELLSWORTH KISER
Published by arrangement with
THE CHICAGO RECORD-HERALD
Colonial Press: Electrotyped and Printed
by C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U.S.A.
LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
I.
Oh,
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[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE
AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
* * * * *
VOL. II.--NO. 56. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
CENTS.
Tuesday, November 23, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
per Year, in Advance
* * * * *
[Illustration: LITTLE SAMUEL.--[SEE NEXT PAGE.]]
THE BOYHOOD OF SAMUEL.
BY THE REV. BRADFORD K. PEIRCE, D.D.
A long time ago--more than three thousand years--a little boy was born
to a loving mother. She was a Jewess, and in those days it was the
custom to be called by only one name. Her name was Hannah, or Anna. She
lived with the father of her little boy in a mountain village six or
eight miles north of the city of Jerusalem.
Hannah was a tender-hearted woman, and as good as she was gentle. She
longed to have a little boy who might grow up and be trained to be a
teacher of the true God among the people around her, who were very
ignorant and wicked in those days. So she prayed, and God heard her
prayer. Upon the birth of the little fellow she named him Samuel, which
means _Asked of God_. So happy and grateful to God was this Jewish
mother that she wrote a wonderful song, which has been preserved all
these years, and may be still read in the Bible.
When her boy was two or three years old she carried him to the place
where the people of the country met to worship God, where was the great
tent called the Tabernacle, with its different coverings, of which we
are told in the second book of the Bible, and where the priest of God
and those that assisted him lived. Here she left him, with many warm
kisses and tears, that he might be taught by these religious men, and be
fitted to become in after-years a prophet or teacher of the true God.
His school had no vacations; but once a year regularly his mother came
to see him, bringing him a new, rich mantle as a gift of love, and a
proper robe for one who assisted in public worship, although a child, to
wear.
Every one saw that he was a remarkable boy. The old priest loved him as
a son. The blessed God in heaven also loves children, and knows how to
express His love to them so that they will understand it. He sometimes
intimates to them, when He is about to call them to some great work,
that they are by-and-by to become His ministers. Many a little fellow as
young as Samuel has felt in his mind, he hardly knew how or why, that he
would some time be a preacher of the Gospel.
When Samuel was about twelve years of age this wonderful thing happened
to him. He had a little room by himself within the great tent where the
people worshipped. The aged priest, whose name was Eli, had another
quite near to him. In the night, while the lamps were still burning in
the Tabernacle, and he had fallen asleep on his bed, he was suddenly
awaked by a voice calling him by name. He supposed, of course, it was
Eli calling, and he hurried to the old man's chamber, saying, as he
entered, "Here am I."
"I did not call you," said Eli; "go, lie down again."
He had hardly dropped into slumber once more, when the same voice awaked
him again: "Samuel, Samuel," it said.
He ran again to the room of Eli, and said, "Here am I; for thou didst
call me."
The old man thought, probably, that he was disturbed by terrifying
dreams, and said to him, "I called not, my son; lie down again."
A third time the voice called. It is wonderful that the lad was not
affrighted. But if one loves God and does right, there is nothing that
can harm him. The open-faced child of the Tabernacle, obeying without
hesitation, although answering twice in vain, hastened to the chamber of
Eli with his ready and filial response, "Here am I; for thou didst call
me."
The aged minister then knew that it was not a human voice, but the voice
of God. He said to the child
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TEN THOUSAND
WONDERFUL THINGS
COMPRISING
WHATEVER IS MARVELLOUS AND RARE, CURIOUS
ECCENTRIC AND EXTRAORDINARY
IN ALL AGES AND NATIONS
ENRICHED WITH
_HUNDREDS OF AUTHENTIC ILLUSTRATIONS_
EDITED BY
EDMUND FILLINGHAM KING, M.A.
LONDON
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, LIMITED
BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL
MANCHESTER AND NEW YORK
1894
STANDARD WORKS OF REFERENCE.
_UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME._
LEMPRIERE'S CLASSICAL DICTIONARY.
WALKER'S RHYMING DICTIONARY.
MACKAY'S THOUSAND AND ONE GEMS OF ENGLISH POETRY.
D'ISRAELI'S CURIOSITIES OF LITERATURE.
BARTLETT'S FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.
CRUDEN'S CONCORDANCE TO THE BIBLE.
THE FAMILY DOCTOR.
PREFACE.
A BOOK OF WONDERS requires but a brief introduction. Our title-page
tells its own tale and forms the best exposition of the contents of the
volume.
Everything that is marvellous carries with it much that is instructive,
and, in this sense, "Ten Thousand Wonderful Things," may be made useful
for the highest educational purposes. Events which happen in the
regular course have no claim to a place in any work that professes to
be a register of what is uncommon; and were we to select such Wonders
only as are capable of familiar demonstration, we should destroy their
right to be deemed wondrous, and, at the same time, defeat the very
object which we profess to have in view. A marvel once explained away
ceases to be a marvel. For this reason, while rejecting everything that
is obviously fictitious and untrue, we have not hesitated to insert
many incidents which appear at first sight to be wholly incredible.
In the present work, interesting Scenes from Nature, Curiosities
of Art, Costume and Customs of a bygone period rather predominate;
but we have devoted many of its pages to descriptions of remarkable
Occurrences, beautiful Landscapes, stupendous Water-falls, and sublime
Sea-pieces. It is true that some of our illustrations may not be
beautiful according to the sense in which the word is generally used;
but they are all the more curious and characteristic, as well as
truthful, on that account; for whatever is lost of beauty, is gained by
accuracy. What is odd or quaint, strange or startling, rarely possesses
much claim to the picturesque and refined. Scrape the rust off an
antique coin, and, while you make it look more shining, you invariably
render it worthless in the eyes of a collector. To polish up a fact
which derives its value either from the strangeness of its nature, or
from the quaintness of its narration, is like the obliterating process
of scrubbing up a painting by one of the old masters. It looks all the
cleaner for the operation, but, the chances are, it is spoilt as a work
of art.
We trust it is needless to say that we have closed our pages against
everything that can be considered objectionable in its tendency; and,
while every statement in this volume has been culled with conscientious
care from authentic, although not generally accessible, sources, we
have scrupulously rejected every line that could give offence, and
endeavoured, in accordance with what we profess in our title-page, to
amuse by the eccentric, to startle by the unexpected, and to astonish
by the marvellous.
INDEX TO ENGRAVINGS
PAGE
ABYSSINIAN ARMS, 509
---- LADIES, 492
---- ORNAMENTS OF, 493
---- LADY TATTOOED, 496
ALTAR-PIECE OF SAN MINIATO, 601
AMULET WORN BY EGYPTIAN FEMALES, 452
AMULET BROTCHE, 332
ANCIENT METHOD OF KEEPING A WASHING ACCOUNT, 3
---- NUT-CRACKERS, 236
---- SNUFF-BOXES, 210
ANGLO-SAXONS, SEPULCHRAL BARROW OF THE, 27
APTERYX, THE, OR WINGLESS BIRD, 308
ARCH, A BEAUTIFUL, IN CANNISTOWN CHUR
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_The_ Mormons _and the_ Theatre
OR
_The History of Theatricals in Utah_
With Reminiscences and Comments
Humorous and Critical
_By_ JOHN S. LINDSAY
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
1905
CHAPTER I.
In rather sharp contrast to other Christian denominations, the Mormons
believe in and are fond of dancing and the theatre. So much is this
the case that Friday evening of each week during the amusement season
is set apart by them in all the settlements throughout Mormondom for
their dance night. Their dances are generally under the supervision of
the presiding bishop and are invariably opened with prayer or
invocation, and closed or dismissed in the same manner, with a brief
return of thanks to the Almighty for the good time they have enjoyed.
The theatre is so popular among the Mormon people, that in almost
every town and settlement throughout their domains there is an amateur
dramatic company.
It is scarcely to be wondered at that Salt Lake has the enviable
distinction of being the best show town of its population in the
United States, and when we say that, we may as well say in the whole
world. It is a well established fact that Salt Lake spends more money
per capita in the theatre than any city in our country.
Such a social condition among a strictly religious people is not
little peculiar, and is due, largely, to the fact that Brigham Young
was himself fond of the dance and also of the theatre. He could "shake
a leg" with the best of them, and loved to lead the fair matrons and
maidens of his flock forth into its giddy, bewildering mazes. Certain
round dances, the waltz and polka, were always barred at dances
Brigham Young attended, and only the old-fashioned quadrilles and
cotillions and an occasional reel like Sir Roger de Coverly or the
Money Musk were tolerated by the great Mormon leader.
That Brigham Young was fond of the theatre also, and gave great
encouragement to it, his building of the Salt Lake Theatre was a
striking proof. He recognized the natural desire for innocent
amusement, and the old axiom "All work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy," had its full weight of meaning to him. Keep the people in a
pleasurable mood, then they will not be apt to brood and ponder over
the weightier concerns of life.
There may have been a stroke of this policy in Brigham Young's
amusement scheme; but whether so or not he must be credited with both
wisdom and liberality, for the policy certainly lightened the cares
and made glad the hearts of the people.
Although Salt Lake City has been the chief nursery of these twin
sources of amusement for the Mormon people, to find the cradle in
which they were first nursed into life, we will have to go back to a
time and place anterior to the settlement of Salt Lake. Back in the
days of Nauvoo, before Brigham Young was chief of the Mormon church,
under the rule of its original prophet, Joseph Smith, the Mormon
people were encouraged in the practice of dancing and going to witness
plays. Indeed, the Mormons have always been a fun-loving people; it is
recorded of their founder and prophet that he was so fond of fun that
he would often indulge in a foot race, or pulling sticks, or even a
wrestling match. He often amazed and sometimes shocked the
sensibilities of the more staid and pious members of his flock by his
antics.
Before the Mormons ever dreamed of emigrating to Utah (or Mexico, as
it was then), they had what they called a "Fun Hall," or theatre and
dance hall combined, where they mingled occasionally in the merry
dance or sat to witness a play. Then, as later in Salt Lake, their
prophet led them through the mazy evolutions of the terpsichorean
numbers and was the most conspicuous figure at all their social
gatherings.
While building temples and propagating their new revelation to the
world, the Mormons have always found time to sing and dance and play
and have a pleasant social time, excepting, of course, in their days
of sore trial. Indeed, they are an anomaly among religious sects in
this respect, and that is what has made Salt Lake City proverbially a
"great show town."
Mormonism during the Nauvoo days had numerous missionaries in the
field and many converts were added to the new faith. Among others that
were attracted to the modern Mecca to look into the claims of the new
evangel, was Thomas A. Lyne, known more familiarly among his
theatrical associates as "Tom" Lyne.
Lyne, at this time, 1842, was an actor of wide and fair
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Nature's Miracles
_Familiar Talks on Science_
BY
ELISHA GRAY, PH. D., LL. D.
VOL. I
World-Building and Life
EARTH, AIR, AND WATER
NEW YORK
FORDS, HOWARD, & HULBERT
COPYRIGHT, 1899,
BY
FORDS, HOWARD & HULBERT.
THE MERSHON COMPANY PRESS,
RAHWAY, N. J.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
INTRODUCTION, v
EARTH.
I. WORLD-BUILDING AND LIFE, 1
II. LIMESTONE, 12
III. COAL, 22
IV. SLATE AND SHALE, 31
V. SALT, 36
AIR.
VI. THE ATMOSPHERE, 42
VII. AIR TEMPERATURE, 51
VIII. CLOUD FORMATION, 60
IX. CLOUD FORMATION (_Continued_), 69
X. WIND--WHY IT BLOWS, 79
XI. WIND (_Continued_), 88
XII. LOCAL WINDS, 100
XIII. WEATHER PREDICTIONS, 110
XIV. HOW DEW IS FORMED, 115
XV. HAILSTONES AND SNOW, 124
XVI. METEORS, 129
XVII. THE SKY AND ITS COLOR, 134
XVIII. LIQUID AIR, 146
WATER.
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NATALIE;
or,
A GEM AMONG THE SEA-WEEDS
By
FERNA VALE.
1859.
To thee, my darling Hattie, I dedicate the Sea-Flower
would that this casket contained for such as thou,
a purer gem.
PREFACE.
In writing the following pages the author has spent pleasant hours,
which perhaps might have been less profitably employed: if anything of
interest be found among them, it is well,--and, should any be led to
take up their Cross in meekness and humility, searching out the path
that leads the wanderer home, it is indeed well.
NATALIE.
CHAPTER I.
THE SEA-FLOWER.
"What was it that I loved so well about my childhood's home?
It was the wide and wave-lashed shore
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THE RISE OF SILAS LAPHAM
by
William Dean Howells
JTABLE 5 27 1
I.
WHEN Bartley Hubbard went to interview Silas Lapham for the "Solid Men
of Boston" series, which he undertook to finish up in The Events, after
he replaced their original projector on that newspaper, Lapham received
him in his private office by previous appointment.
"Walk right in!" he called out to the journalist, whom he caught sight
of through the door of the counting-room.
He did not rise from the desk at which he was writing, but he gave
Bartley his left hand for welcome, and he rolled his large head in the
direction of a vacant chair. "Sit down! I'll be with you in just half
a minute."
"Take your time," said Bartley, with the ease he instantly felt. "I'm
in no hurry." He took a note-book from his pocket, laid it on his knee,
and began to sharpen a pencil.
"There!" Lapham pounded with his great hairy fist on the envelope he
had been addressing.
"William!" he called out, and he handed the letter to a boy who came to
get it. "I want that to go right away. Well, sir," he continued,
wheeling round in his leather-cushioned swivel-chair, and facing
Bartley, seated so near that their knees almost touched, "so you want
my life, death, and Christian sufferings, do you, young man?"
"That's what I'm after," said Bartley. "Your money or your life."
"I guess you wouldn't want my life without the money," said Lapham, as
if he were willing to prolong these moments of preparation.
"Take 'em both," Bartley suggested. "Don't want your money without
your life, if you come to that. But you're just one million times more
interesting to the public than if you hadn't a dollar; and you know
that as well as I do, Mr. Lapham. There's no use beating about the
bush."
"No," said Lapham, somewhat absently. He put out his huge foot and
pushed the ground-glass door shut between his little den and the
book-keepers, in their larger den outside.
"In personal appearance," wrote Bartley in the sketch for which he now
studied his subject, while he waited patiently for him to continue,
"Silas Lapham is a fine type of the successful American. He has a
square, bold chin, only partially concealed by the short reddish-grey
beard, growing to the edges of his firmly closing lips. His nose is
short and straight; his forehead good, but broad rather than high; his
eyes blue, and with a light in them that is kindly or sharp according
to his mood. He is of medium height, and fills an average arm-chair
with a solid bulk, which on the day of our interview was
unpretentiously clad in a business suit of blue serge. His head droops
somewhat from a short neck, which does not trouble itself to rise far
from a pair of massive shoulders."
"I don't know as I know just where you want me to begin," said Lapham.
"Might begin with your birth; that's where most of us begin," replied
Bartley.
A gleam of humorous appreciation shot into Lapham's blue eyes.
"I didn't know whether you wanted me to go quite so far back as that,"
he said. "But there's no disgrace in having been born, and I was born
in the State of Vermont, pretty well up under the Canada line--so well
up, in fact, that I came very near being an adoptive citizen; for I was
bound to be an American of SOME sort, from the word Go! That was
about--well, let me see!--pretty near sixty years ago: this is '75, and
that was '20. Well, say I'm fifty-five years old; and I've LIVED 'em,
too; not an hour of waste time about ME, anywheres! I was born on a
farm, and----"
"Worked in the fields summers and went to school winters: regulation
thing?" Bartley cut in.
"Regulation thing," said Lapham, accepting this irreverent version of
his history somewhat dryly.
"Parents poor, of course," suggested the journalist. "Any barefoot
business? Early deprivations of any kind, that would encourage the
youthful reader to go and do likewise? Or
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THE LONELY DANCER AND OTHER POEMS
BY
RICHARD LE GALLIENNE
1913
WITH A FRONTISPIECE PORTRAIT BY
IRMA LE GALLIENNE
TO
IRMA
ALL THE WAY
Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time
Locked in his glimmering caverns of the Past:
Fair women dead and friendships of old rhyme,
And noble dreams that had to end at last:--
Ah! these indeed; and from youth's sacristy
Full many a holy relic hath he torn,
Vessels of mystic faith God filled for me,
Holding them up to Him in life's young morn.
All these are mine no more--Time hath them all,
Time and his adamantine gaoler Death:
Despoilure vast--yet seemeth it but small,
When unto thee I turn, thy bloom and breath
Filling with light and incense the last shrine,
Innermost, inaccessible,--yea, thine.
CONTENTS
THE LONELY DANCER
I
FLOS AEVORUM
"ALL THE WORDS IN ALL THE WORLD"
"I SAID--I CARE NOT"
"ALL THE WIDE WORLD IS BUT THE THOUGHT OF YOU"
"LIGHTNINGS MAY FLICKER ROUND MY HEAD"
"THE AFTERNOON IS LONELY FOR YOUR FACE"
"SORE IN NEED WAS I OF A FAITHFUL FRIEND"
"I THOUGHT, BEFORE MY SUNLIT TWENTIETH YEAR"
II
TO A BIRD AT DAWN
ALMA VENUS
"AH! DID YOU EVER HEAR THE SPRING"
APRIL
MAY IS BUILDING HER HOUSE
SHADOW
JUNE
GREEN SILENCE
SUMMER SONGS
TO A WILD BIRD
"I CROSSED THE ORCHARD WALKING HOME"
"I MEANT TO DO MY WORK TO-DAY"
"HOW FAST THE YEAR IS GOING BY"
AUGUST MOONLIGHT
TO A ROSE
INVITATION
SUMMER GOING
AUTUMN TREASURE
WINTER
THE MYSTIC FRIENDS
THE COUNTRY GODS
III
TO ONE ON A JOURNEY
HER PORTRAIT IMMORTAL
SPRING'S PROMISES
"APRIL IS IN THE WORLD AGAIN"
"SINGING GO I"
"WHO WAS IT SWEPT AGAINST MY DOOR"
"FACE IN THE TOMB THAT LIES SO STILL"
"I KNOW NOT IN WHAT PLACE"
RESURRECTION
"WHEN THE LONG DAY HAS FADED"
"HER EYES ARE BLUEBELLS NOW"
"THE DEAD AROSE"
"THE BLOOM UPON THE GRAPE"
THE FRIEND
ADORATION
"AT LAST I GOT A LETTER FROM THE DEAD"
IV
SONGS FOR FRAGOLETTA
V
A BALLAD OF WOMAN
AN EASTER HYMN
BALLAD OF THE SEVEN O'CLOCK WHISTLE
MORALITY
VI
FOR THE BIRTHDAY OF EDGAR ALLAN POE
TO RALPH WALDO EMERSON
RICHARD WATSON GILDER
IN A COPY OF FITZGERALD'S "OMAR"
VII
A BALLAD OF TOO MUCH BEAUTY
SPRING IN THE PARIS CATACOMBS
A FACE IN A BOOK
TIME, BEAUTY'S FRIEND
YOUNG LOVE
LOVERS
FOR A PICTURE BY ROSE CECIL O'NEIL
LOVE IN SPAIN
THE EYES THAT COME FROM IRELAND
A BALLAD OF THE KIND LITTLE CREATURES
BLUE FLOWER
THE HEART UNSEEN
THE SHIMMER OF THE SOUND
A SONG OF SINGERS
THE END
THE LONELY DANCER
I had no heart to join the dance,
I danced it all so long ago--
Ah! light-winged music out of France,
Let other feet glide to and fro,
Weaving new patterns of romance
For bosoms of new-fallen snow.
But leave me thus where I may hear
The leafy rustle of the waltz,
The shell-like murmur in my ear,
The silken whisper fairy-false
Of unseen rainbows circling near,
And the glad shuddering of the walls.
Another dance the dancers spin,
A shadow-dance of mystic pain,
And other partners enter in
And dance within my lonely brain--
The swaying woodland shod in green,
The ghostly dancers of the rain;
The lonely dancers of the sea,
Foam-footed on the sandy bar,
The wizard dance of wind and tree,
The eddying dance of stream and star;
Yea, all these dancers tread for me
A measure mournful and bizarre:
An echo-dance where ear is eye,
And sound evokes the shapes of things,
Where out of silence and a sigh
The sad world like a picture springs,
As, when some secret bird sweeps by,
We see it in the sound of wings.
Those human feet upon the floor,
That eager pulse of rhythmic breath,--
How sadly to an unknown shore
Each silver footfall hurryeth;
A dance of autumn leaves, no more,
On the fantastic wind of death.
Fire clasped to elemental fire,
'Tis thus the solar atom whirls;
The butterfly in aery gyre,
On autumn mornings, swarms and swirls,
In dance of delicate desire,
No other than these boys and girls.
The same strange music everywhere,
The woven paces just the same,
Dancing from out the viewless air
Into the void from whence they came;
Ah! but they make a gallant flare
Against the dark, each little flame!
And what if all the meaning lies
Just in the music, not in those
Who dance thus with transfigured eyes,
Holding in vain each other close;
Only the music never dies,
The dance goes on,--the dancer goes.
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TILL THE CLOCK STOPS
BY J. J. BELL
AUTHOR OF "WEE MACGREEGOR," ETC.
1917
THE PROLOGUE
On a certain brilliant Spring morning in London's City the seed of the
Story was lightly sown. Within the directors' room of the Aasvogel
Syndicate, Manchester House, New Broad Street, was done and hidden away a
deed, simple and commonplace, which in due season was fated to yield a
weighty crop of consequences complex and extraordinary.
At the table, pen in hand, sat a young man, slight of build, but of fresh
complexion, and attractive, eager countenance, neither definitely fair
nor definitely dark. He was silently reading over a document engrossed on
bluish hand-made folio; not a lengthy document--nineteen lines, to be
precise. And he was reading very slowly and carefully, chiefly to oblige
the man standing behind his chair.
This man, whose age might have been anything between forty and fifty, and
whose colouring was dark and a trifle florid, would probably have evoked
the epithet of "handsome" on the operatic stage, and in any city but
London that of "distinguished." In London, however, you could hardly fail
to find his like in one or other of the west-end restaurants about 8 p.m.
Francis Bullard, standing erect in the sunshine, a shade over-fed
looking, but perfectly groomed in his regulation city garb, an enigmatic
smile under his neat black moustache as he watched the reader, suggested
nothing ugly or mean, nothing worse, indeed, than worldly prosperity and
a frank enjoyment thereof. His well-kept fingers toyed with a little gold
nugget depending from his watch chain--his only ornament.
The third man was seated in a capacious leather-covered, easy chair by
the hearth. Leaning forward, he held his palms to the fire, though not
near enough for them to have derived much warmth. He was extremely tall
and thin. The head was long and rather narrow, the oval countenance had
singularly refined features. The hair, once reddish, now almost grey, was
parted in the middle and very smoothly brushed; the beard was clipped
close to the cheeks and trimmed to a point. Bluish-grey eyes, deepset,
gave an impression of weariness and sadness; indeed the whole face hinted
at melancholy. Its attractive kindliness was marred by a certain
furtiveness. He was as stylishly dressed as his co-director, Bullard, but
in light grey tweed; and he wore a pearl of price on his tie and a fine
diamond on his little finger. His name was Robert Lancaster, and no man
ever started life with loftier ideals and cleaner intentions.
At last the young man at the table, with a brisk motion, dipped his pen.
"One moment, Alan," said Bullard, and touched a bell
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[Illustration: Book Cover]
[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
mother died in giving birth to another son. The elder boy, a taciturn,
hard-working lad with a taste for figures, had found employment in the
steel industry, then in its infancy, but growing with giant strides. As
he acquired experience, his position was improved until, before long, he
was known as one of the most expert steel workers in the iron
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Quiet Talks about Jesus
by
S. D. Gordon
Author of "Quiet Talks on Power," and "Quiet Talks on Prayer"
Contents
A Bit Ahead
I. The Purpose of Jesus.
1. The Purpose in Jesus' Coming
2. The Plan for Jesus' Coming
3. The Tragic Break in the Plan
4. Some Surprising Results of the Tragic Break
II. The Person of Jesus.
1. The Human Jesus
2. The Divine Jesus
3. The Winsome Jesus
III. The Great Experiences or Jesus' Life.
1. The Jordan: The Decisive Start
2. The Wilderness: Temptation
3. The Transfiguration: An Emergency Measure
4. Gethsemane: The Strange, Lone Struggle
5. Calvary: Victory
6. The Resurrection: Gravity Upward
7. The Ascension: Back Home Again Until----
IV. Study Notes
"Show me, I pray thee, Thy glory."--_Moses_.
"When I could not see for the glory of that light."--_Paul_.
"But we all with open face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord
are transformed into the same image from glory to glory."--_Paul_.
"The light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus
Christ."--_Paul_.
"Since mine eyes were fixed on Jesus,
I've lost sight of all beside,
So enchained my spirit's vision,
Looking at the Crucified."
--From _Winnowed Hymns_.
A Bit Ahead
So far as I can find out, I have no theory about Jesus to make these talks
fit into. I have tried to find out for myself what the old Book of God
tells about Him. And here I am trying to tell to others, as simply as I
can, what I found. It was by the tedious, twisting path of doubt that I
climbed the hill of truth up to some of its summits of certainty. I am
free to confess that I am ignorant of the subject treated here save for
the statements of that Book, and for the assent within my own spirit to
these statements, which has greatly deepened the impression they made, and
make. There is no question raised here about that Book itself, but simply
a taking and grouping up together of what it says.
Most persons simply _read_ a book. A few _study_ it, also. It is good to
read. It is yet better to go back over it and _study_, and meditate. Since
learning that the two books on power and prayer have been used in Bible
classes I have regretted not including study notes in them. For those who
may want to study about Jesus there has been added at the close a simple
analysis with references. The reading pages have been kept free of
foot-notes to make the reading smooth and easier. The analysis is so
arranged that one can quickly turn in reading to the corresponding
paragraph or page in the study notes.
A great musician strikes the key-note of a great piece of music, and can
skilfully keep it ever sounding its melody through all the changes clear
to the end. It has been in my heart to wish that I could do something like
that here. If what has come to me has gotten out of me into these pages,
there will be found a dominant note of sweetest music--the winsomeness of
God in Jesus.
It is in my heart, too, to add this, that I have a friend whose constant
presence and prayer have been the atmosphere of this little book in its
making.
I. The Purpose of Jesus
1. The Purpose in Jesus' Coming.
2. The Plan for Jesus' Coming.
3. The Tragic Break In The Plan.
4. Some Surprising Results of the Break.
The Purpose in Jesus' Coming
<u>God Spelling Himself out in Jesus.</u>
Jesus is God spelling Himself out in language that man can understand. God
and man used to talk together freely. But one day man went away from God.
And then he went farther away. He left home. He left his native land,
Eden, where he lived with God. He emigrated from God. And through going
away he lost his mother-tongue.
A language always changes away from its native land. Through going away
from his native land man lost his native speech. Through not _hearing_ God
speak he forgot the sounds of the words. His ears grew dull and then deaf.
Through lack of use he
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A TREATISE
ON
ACUPUNCTURATION, &c.
DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION,
TO
ASTLEY COOPER, ESQ. F. R. S.
Plummer and Brewis, Printers, Love Lane, Eastcheap.
[Illustration: ACUPUNCTURATION NEEDLES.]
A TREATISE
ON
ACUPUNCTURATION;
BEING
A DESCRIPTION OF A SURGICAL OPERATION ORIGINALLY PECULIAR
TO THE JAPONESE AND CHINESE, AND BY THEM
DENOMINATED
ZIN-KING,
_Now introduced into European Practice_,
WITH
DIRECTIONS FOR ITS PERFORMANCE,
AND
CASES ILLUSTRATING ITS SUCCESS.
BY
_JAMES MORSS CHURCHILL_,
MEMBER OF THE ROYAL COLLEGE OF SURGEONS IN LONDON.
_LONDON_:
PUBLISHED BY SIMPKIN AND MARSHALL,
STATIONER’S COURT;
SOLD BY E. COX AND SON, ST. THOMAS’S STREET; J. CALLOW,
PRINCE’S STREET, SOHO; MESSRS. UNDERWOOD, FLEET STREET;
BURGESS AND HILL, WINDMILL STREET; AND J. COX, BERNERS STREET,
OXFORD STREET.
TO
ASTLEY COOPER, ESQ.
THE STEADY FRIEND AND PATRON OF HUMBLE MERIT,
THE AUTHOR RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBES
THIS LITTLE TREATISE;
LESS FROM PRESUMPTION OF ITS DESERVING
HIS APPROBATION,
THAN
AS A MARK OF RESPECT
FOR SPLENDID ACQUIREMENTS,
AND OF
GRATITUDE,
TOWARDS A GREAT MASTER.
TREATISE
ON
ACUPUNCTURATION.
_Preliminary Remarks._
If the medical profession merit the reproach, of being easily deluded
into an admiration of novelty, then I need use no apology for
introducing the following pages to notice, nor will my subject stand in
need of prefatory allurements to obtain attention; but if on the other
hand, a rational theory, built on sound logical reasoning, be the only
evidence to which any value can be attached, then will my efforts have
been unavailing and fruitless. Under the impression, however, that
there exists a desire for speculation and discovery on the one hand,
regulated and qualified by a moderate and proper degree of scepticism
on the other, I shall presume a medium of the two extremes, and
proceed without apology or preface to my subject, trusting, that the
interesting facts which I have to relate, will elicit such attention
and investigation, as will kindle a desire in some men, at least, to
become acquainted with a process, which appears to rival the most
successful operations for the relief of human sufferings.
I should not have taken the tales which are told of the wonderful cures
effected by this operation amongst the original founders of it, as
sufficient authority for recommending it, nor would I admit the fables
which are promulgated by these people, as evidence of its efficacy, had
not this efficacy been witnessed by European spectators on its native
soil, and at length experienced in our hemisphere; and even, latterly,
in our own country.
The operation of acupuncturation has been seen by so few Europeans,
that our books have made us acquainted with little more than its
name. It is of Asiatic origin, and China and Japan peculiarly claim
it as their own. A writer in the year 1802, mentions a discovery of
its having been practised by the natives of America, and refers to
Dampier’s voyages for an account of it; but I have in vain followed
Capt. Dampier’s relation of his adventures, in crossing from the
South to the North Sea, over the Isthmus of Darien, for any account
of the operation, for he does not so much as name it. He speaks of a
work intended to be published by his surgeon, Mr. Lionel Wafer, who
accompanied the expedition, and to which he refers his readers for an
account of the manners and
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A RIDE ACROSS PALESTINE.
CIRCUMSTANCES took me to the Holy Land without a companion, and compelled
me to visit Bethany, the Mount of Olives, and the Church of the Sepulchre
alone. I acknowledge myself to be a gregarious animal, or, perhaps,
rather one of those which nature has intended to go in pairs. At any
rate I dislike solitude, and especially travelling solitude, and was,
therefore, rather sad at heart as I sat one night at Z—’s hotel, in
Jerusalem, thinking over my proposed wanderings for the next few days.
Early on the following morning I intended to start, of course on
horseback, for the Dead Sea, the banks of Jordan, Jericho, and those
mountains of the wilderness through which it is supposed that Our Saviour
wandered for the forty days when the devil tempted him. I would then
return to the Holy City, and remaining only long enough to refresh my
horse and wipe the dust from my hands and feet, I would start again for
Jaffa, and there catch a certain Austrian steamer which would take me to
Egypt. Such was my programme, and I confess that I was but ill contented
with it, seeing that I was to be alone during the time.
I had already made all my arrangements, and though I had no reason for
any doubt as to my personal security during the trip, I did not feel
altogether satisfied with them. I intended to take a French guide, or
dragoman, who had been with me for some days, and to put myself under the
peculiar guardianship of two Bedouin Arabs, who were to accompany me as
long as I should remain east of Jerusalem. This travelling through the
desert under the protection of Bedouins was, in idea, pleasant enough;
and I must here declare that I did not at all begrudge the forty
shillings which I was told by our British consul that I must pay them for
their trouble, in accordance with the established tariff. But I did
begrudge the fact of the tariff. I would rather have fallen in with my
friendly Arabs, as it were by chance, and have rewarded their fidelity at
the end of our joint journeyings by a donation of piastres to be settled
by myself, and which, under such circumstances, would certainly have been
as agreeable to them as the stipulated sum. In the same way I dislike
having waiters put down in my bill. I find that I pay them twice over,
and thus lose money; and as they do not expect to be so treated, I never
have the advantage of their civility. The world, I fear, is becoming too
fond of tariffs.
“A tariff!” said I to the consul, feeling that the whole romance of my
expedition would be dissipated by such an arrangement. “Then I’ll go
alone; I’ll take a revolver with me.”
“You can’t do it, sir,” said the consul, in a dry and somewhat angry
tone. “You have no more right to ride through that country without
paying the regular price for protection, than you have to stop in Z—’s
hotel without settling the bill.”
I could not contest the point, so I ordered my Bedouins for the appointed
day, exactly as I would send for a ticket-porter at home, and determined
to make the best of it. The wild unlimited sands, the desolation of the
Dead Sea, the rushing waters of Jordan, the outlines of the mountains of
Moab;—those things the consular tariff could not alter, nor deprive them
of the glories of their association.
I had submitted, and the arrangements had been made. Joseph, my
dragoman, was to come to me with the horses and an Arab groom at five in
the morning, and we were to encounter our Bedouins outside the gate of
St. Stephen, down the hill, where the road turns, close to the tomb of
the Virgin.
I was sitting alone in the public room at the hotel, filling my flask
with brandy,—for matters of primary importance I never leave to servant,
dragoman, or guide,—when the waiter entered, and said that a gentleman
wished to speak with me. The gentleman had not sent in his card or name;
but any gentleman was welcome to me in my solitude, and I requested that
the gentleman might enter. In appearance the gentleman certainly was a
gentleman, for I thought that I had never before seen a young man whose
looks were more in his favour, or whose face and gait and outward bearing
seemed to betoken better breeding. He might be some twenty or twenty-one
years of age, was slight and well made, with very black hair, which he
wore rather long, very dark long bright eyes, a straight nose, and teeth
that were perfectly white. He was dressed throughout in grey tweed
clothing, having coat, waistcoat, and trousers of the same; and in his
hand he carried a very broad-brimmed straw hat.
“Mr. Jones, I believe,” he said, as he bowed to me. Jones is a good
travelling name, and, if the reader will allow me, I will call myself
Jones on the present occasion.
“Yes,” I said, pausing with the brandy-bottle in one hand, and the flask
in the other. “That’s my name; I’m Jones. Can I do anything for you,
sir?”
“Why, yes, you can,” said he. “My name is Smith,—John Smith.”
“Pray sit down, Mr. Smith,” I said, pointing to a chair. “Will you do
anything in this way?” and I proposed to hand the bottle to him. “As far
as I can judge from a short stay, you won’t find much like that in
Jerusalem.”
He declined the Cognac, however, and immediately began his story. “I
hear, Mr. Jones,” said he, “that you are going to Moab to-morrow.”
“Well,” I replied, “I don’t know whether I shall cross the water. It’s
not very easy, I take it, at all times; but I shall certainly get as far
as Jordan. Can I do anything for you in those parts?”
And then he explained to me what was the object of his visit. He was
quite alone in Jerusalem, as I was myself; and was staying at H—’s hotel.
He had heard that I was starting for the Dead Sea, and had called to ask
if I objected to his joining me. He had found himself, he said, very
lonely; and as he had heard that I also was alone, he had ventured to
call and make his proposition. He seemed to be very bashful, and half
ashamed of what he was doing; and when he had done speaking he declared
himself conscious that he was intruding, and expressed a hope that I
would not hesitate to say so if his suggestion were from any cause
disagreeable to me.
As a rule I am rather shy of chance travelling English friends. It has
so frequently happened to me that I have had to blush for the
acquaintances whom I have selected, that I seldom indulge in any close
intimacies of this kind. But, nevertheless, I was taken with John Smith,
in spite of his name. There was so much about him that was pleasant,
both to the eye and to the understanding! One meets constantly with men
from contact with whom one revolts without knowing the cause of such
dislike. The cut of their beard is displeasing, or the mode in which
they walk or speak. But, on the other hand, there are men who are
attractive, and I must confess that I was attracted by John Smith at
first sight. I hesitated, however, for a minute; for there are sundry
things of which it behoves a traveller to think before he can join a
companion for such a journey as that which I was about to make. Could
the young man rise early, and remain in the saddle for ten hours
together? Could he live upon hard-boiled eggs and brandy-and-water?
Could he take his chance of a tent under which to sleep, and make himself
happy with the bare fact of being in the desert? He saw my hesitation,
and attributed it to a cause which was not present in my mind at the
moment, though the subject was one of the greatest importance when
strangers consent to join themselves together for a time, and agree to
become no strangers on the spur of the moment.
“Of course I will take half the expense,” said he, absolutely blushing as
he mentioned the matter.
“As to that there will be very little. You have your own horse, of
course?”
“Oh, yes.”
“My dragoman and groom-boy will do for both. But you’ll have to pay
forty shillings to the Arabs! There’s no getting over that. The consul
won’t even look after your dead body, if you get murdered, without going
through that ceremony.”
Mr. Smith immediately produced his purse, which he tendered to me. “If
you will manage it all,” said he, “it will make it so much the easier,
and I shall be infinitely obliged to you.” This of course I declined to
do. I had no business with his purse, and explained to him that if we
went together we could settle that on our return to Jerusalem. “But
could he go through really hard work?” I asked. He answered me with an
assurance that he would and could do anything in that way that it was
possible for man to perform. As for eating and drinking he cared nothing
about it, and would undertake to be astir at any hour of the morning that
might be named. As for sleeping accommodation, he did not care if he
kept his clothes on for a week together. He looked slight and weak; but
he spoke so well, and that without boasting, that I ultimately agreed to
his proposal, and in a few minutes he took his leave of me, promising to
be at Z—’s door with his horse at five o’clock on the following morning.
“I wish you’d allow me to leave my purse with you,” he said again.
“I cannot think of it. There is no possible occasion for it,” I said
again. “If there is anything to pay, I’ll ask you for it when the
journey is over. That forty shillings you must fork out. It’s a law of
the Medes and Persians.”
“I’d better give it you at once,” he said again, offering me money. But
I would not have it. It would be quite time enough for that when the
Arabs were leaving us.
“Because,” he added, “strangers, I know, are sometimes suspicious about
money; and I would not, for worlds, have you think that I would put you
to expense.” I assured him that I did not think so, and then the subject
was dropped.
He was, at any rate, up to his time, for when I came down on the
following morning I found him in the narrow street, the first on
horseback. Joseph, the Frenchman, was strapping on to a rough pony our
belongings, and was staring at Mr. Smith. My new friend, unfortunately,
could not speak a word of French, and therefore I had to explain to the
dragoman how it had come to pass that our party was to be enlarged.
“But the Bedouins will expect full pay for both,” said he, alarmed. Men
in that class, and especially Orientals, always think that every
arrangement of life, let it be made in what way it will, is made with the
intention of saving some expense, or cheating somebody out of some money.
They do not understand that men can have any other object, and are ever
on their guard lest the saving should be made at their cost, or lest they
should be the victims of the fraud.
“All right,” said I.
“I shall be responsible, Monsieur,” said the dragoman, piteously.
“It shall be all right,” said I, again. “If that does not satisfy you,
you may remain behind.”
“If Monsieur says it is all right, of course it is so;” and then he
completed his strapping. We took blankets with us, of which I had to
borrow two out of the hotel for my friend Smith, a small hamper of
provisions, a sack containing forage for the horses, and a large empty
jar, so that we might supply ourselves with water when leaving the
neighbourhood of wells for any considerable time.
“I ought to have brought these things for myself,” said Smith, quite
unhappy at finding that he had thrown on me the necessity of catering for
him. But I laughed at him, saying that it was nothing; he should do as
much for me another time. I am prepared to own that I do not willingly
rush up-stairs and load myself with blankets out of strange rooms for men
whom I do not know; nor, as a rule, do I make all the Smiths of the world
free of my canteen. But, with reference to this fellow I did feel more
than ordinarily good-natured and unselfish. There was something in the
tone of his voice which was satisfactory; and I should really have felt
vexed had anything occurred at the last moment to prevent his going with
me.
Let it be a rule with every man to carry an English saddle with him when
travelling in the East. Of what material is formed the nether man of a
Turk I have never been informed, but I am sure that it is not flesh and
blood. No flesh and blood,—simply flesh and blood,—could withstand the
wear and tear of a Turkish saddle. This being the
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THE TAO TEH KING,
OR
THE TAO AND ITS CHARACTERISTICS
by Lao-Tse
Translated by James Legge
PART 1.
Ch. 1. 1. The Tao that can be trodden is not the enduring and
unchanging Tao. The name that can be named is not the enduring and
unchanging name.
2. (Conceived of as) having no name, it is the Originator of heaven
and earth; (conceived of as) having a name, it is the Mother of all
things.
3.
Always without desire we must be found,
If its deep mystery we would sound;
But if desire always within us be,
Its outer fringe is all that we shall see.
4. Under these two aspects, it is really the same; but as development
takes place, it receives the different names. Together we call them
the Mystery. Where the Mystery is the deepest is the gate of all that
is subtle and wonderful.
2. 1. All in the world know the beauty of the beautiful, and in doing
this they have (the idea of) what ugliness is; they all know the skill
of the skilful, and in doing this they have (the idea of) what the
want of skill is.
2. So it is that existence and non-existence give birth the one to
(the idea of) the other; that difficulty and ease produce the one (the
idea of) the other; that length and shortness fashion out the one the
figure of the other; that (the ideas of) height and lowness arise from
the contrast of the one with the other; that the musical notes and
tones become harmonious through the relation of one with another; and
that being before and behind give the idea of one following another.
3. Therefore the sage manages affairs without doing anything, and
conveys his instructions without the use of speech.
4. All things spring up, and there is not one which declines to show
itself; they grow, and there is no claim made for their ownership;
they go through their processes, and there is no expectation (of a
reward for the results). The work is accomplished, and there is no
resting in it (as an achievement).
The work is done, but how no one can see;
'Tis this that makes the power not cease to be.
3. 1. Not to value and employ men of superior ability is the way to
keep the people from rivalry among themselves; not to prize articles
which are difficult to procure is the way to keep them from becoming
thieves; not to show them what is
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APHORISMS AND REFLECTIONS
FROM THE WORKS OF T. H. HUXLEY
Selected By Henrietta A. Huxley
1908
PREFACE
Although a man by his works and personality shall have made his mark
upon the age he lives in, yet when he has passed away and his influence
with him, the next generation, and still more the succeeding one, will
know little of this work, of his ideals and of the goal he strove to
win, although for the student his scientific work may always live.
Thomas Henry Huxley may come to be remembered by the public merely as
the man who held that we were descended from the ape, or as the apostle
of Darwinism, or as the man who worsted Bishop Wilberforce at Oxford.
To prevent such limitation, and to afford more intimate and valuable
reasons for remembrance of this man of science and lover of his
fellow-men, I have gathered together passages, on widely differing
themes, from the nine volumes of his "Essays," from his "Scientific
Memoirs" and his "Letters," to be published in a small volume, complete
in itself and of a size that can be carried in the pocket.
Some of the passages were picked out for their philosophy, some for
their moral guidances, some for their scientific exposition of natural
facts, or for their insight into social questions; others for their
charms of imagination or genial humour, and many--not the least--for
their pure beauty of lucid English writing.
In so much wealth of material it was difficult to restrict the
gathering.
My great wish is that this small book, by the easy method of its
contents, may attract the attention of those persons who are yet
unacquainted with my husband's writings; of the men and women of
leisure, who, although they may have heard of the "Essays," do not care
to work their way through the nine volumes; of others who would like to
read them, but who have either no time to do so or coin wherewith to buy
them. More especially do I hope that these selections may attract
the attention of the working man, whose cause my husband so ardently
espoused, and to whom he was the first to reveal, by his free lectures,
the loveliness of Nature, the many rainbow- rays of science, and
to show forth to his listeners how all these glorious rays unite in the
one pure white light of holy truth.
I am most grateful to our son Leonard Huxley for weeding out the
overgrowth of my extracts, for indexing the text of the book and seeing
it through the press for me.
Hodeslea, Eastbourne, June 29th, 1907.
APHORISMS and REFLECTIONS
I
There is no alleviation for the sufferings of mankind except veracity
of thought and of action, and the resolute facing of the world as it is
when the garment of make-believe by which pious hands have hidden its
uglier features is stripped off.
II
Natural knowledge, seeking to satisfy natural wants, has found the ideas
which can alone still spiritual cravings. I say that natural knowledge,
in desiring to ascertain the laws of comfort, has been driven to
discover those of conduct, and to lay the foundations of a new morality.
III
The improver of natural knowledge absolutely refuses to acknowledge
authority, as such. For him, scepticism is the highest of duties; blind
faith the one unpardonable sin.
IV
The man of science has learned to believe in justification, not by
faith, but by verification.
V
No delusion is greater than the notion that method and industry can make
up for lack of mother-wit, either in science or in practical life.
VI
Nothing great in science has ever been done by men, whatever their
powers, in whom the divine afflatus of the truth-seeker was wanting.
VII
In science, as in art, and, as I believe, in every other sphere of human
activity, there may be wisdom in a multitude of counsellors, but it is
only in one or two of them.
VIII
Nothing can be more incorrect than the assumption one sometimes meets
with, that physics has one method, chemistry another, and biology a
third.
IX
Anyone who is practically acquainted with scientific work is aware
that those who refuse to go beyond fact, rarely get as far as fact; and
anyone who has studied the history of science knows that almost every
great step therein has been made by the "anticipation of Nature."
X
There are three great products of our time.... One of these is that
doctrine concerning the constitution of matter which, for want of a
better name, I will call "molecular"; the second is the doctrine of the
conservation of energy; the third is the doctrine of evolution.
XI
M. Comte's philosophy, in practice, might be compendiously described as
Catholicism _minus_ Christianity.
XII
Fact I know; and Law I know; but what is this Necessity, save an empty
shadow of my own mind's throwing?
XIII
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Statesman Edition Vol. XX
Charles Sumner
HIS COMPLETE WORKS
With Introduction
BY
HON. GEORGE FRISBIE HOAR
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CONTENTS OF VOLUME XX.
PAGE
THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES: ITS PROPER NUMBER. Remarks in the
Senate, on the Bill for the Apportionment of Representatives among
the States, January 29, 1872 1
REFORM AND PURITY IN GOVERNMENT: NEUTRAL DUTIES. SALE OF ARMS TO
BELLIGERENT FRANCE. Speech in the Senate, February 28, 1872 5
PARLIAMENTARY LAW ON THE APPOINTMENT OF SPECIAL COMMITTEES OF THE
SENATE. Two Protests against the Competency of the Senate Committee
to investigate the Sale of Arms to France, March 26 and 27, 1872 45
BOOKS ON THE FREE LIST. Remarks in the Senate on moving an
Amendment to a Tariff Bill, March 27, 1872 61
THE NASBY LETTERS. Introduction to the Collection, April 1, 1872 65
ADVICE TO THE <DW52> PEOPLE. Letter to the National Convention of
<DW52> People at New Orleans, April 7, 1872 68
DIPLOMATIC AGENTS OF THE UNITED STATES NOT TO ACCEPT GIFTS FROM
FOREIGN POWERS. Remarks in the Senate, May 2, 1872 70
PRESERVATION OF THE PARK AT WASHINGTON. Remarks in the Senate,
May 15, 1872 72
HOURS OF LABOR. Letter to the Convention of the Massachusetts
Labor Union in Boston, May 25, 1872 79
ARBITRATION AS A SUBSTITUTE FOR WAR. Resolutions in the Senate,
May 31, 1872, concerning Arbitration as a Substitute for War in
determining Differences between Nations 80
REPUBLICANISM _vs._ GRANTISM. Speech in the Senate, May 31, 1872 83
INTEREST AND DUTY OF CITIZENS IN THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.
Letter to Citizens, July 29, 1872 173
LETTER TO SPEAKER BLAINE. August 5, 1872 196
RETROSPECT AND PROMISE. Address at a Serenade before his House in
Washington, August 9, 1872 202
FREDERICK DOUGLASS AND PRESIDENT GRANT. Letter to Hon. Andrew D.
White, President of Cornell University, August 10, 1872 205
GREELEY OR GRANT? Speech intended to be delivered at Faneuil Hall,
Boston, September 3, 1872 209
NO NAMES OF BATTLES WITH FELLOW-CITIZENS ON THE ARMY-REGISTER OR
THE REGIMENTAL COLORS OF THE UNITED STATES. Bill in the Senate,
December 2, 1872 255
TRIBUTE TO HORACE GREELEY. Remarks intended to be made in the
Senate, in seconding a Motion for Adjournment on the Occasion of
Mr. Greeley’s Funeral, December 3, 1872 256
RELIEF OF BOSTON. Remarks in the Senate, December 12, 1872 258
THE LATE HON. GARRETT DAVIS, SENATOR OF KENTUCKY. Remarks in the
Senate, on his Death, December 18, 1872 261
EQUALITY IN CIVIL RIGHTS. Letter to the Committee of Arrangements
for the Celebration of the Anniversary of Emancipation in the
District of Columbia, April 16, 1873 266
EQUAL RIGHTS OF FELLOW-CITIZENS IN NORMAL SCHOOLS. Letter
read at a Public Meeting in Washington, June 22, 1873 268
THE PRESIDENT OF HAYTI AND MR. SUMNER. Letter in Reply to one from
the Former, July 4, 1873 270
INTERNATIONAL ARBITRATION. Letter to Henry Richard, M.P., on the
Vote in the House of Commons agreeing to his Motion for an Address
to the Queen, praying Communication with Foreign Powers with a View
to a General and Permanent System of International Arbitration,
July 10, 1873 273
A COMMON-SCHOOL SYSTEM IRRESPECTIVE OF COLOR. Letter to the
Citizens of Washington, July 29, 1873 275
BOSTON: ITS PROPER BOUNDARIES. Letter to Hon. G. W. Warren, of
Charlestown, on the Annexion to Boston of the Suburban Towns,
October 4, 1873
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THE
LITTLE GLEANER.
A
Monthly Magazine for the Young.
VOL. X., NEW SERIES.
1888.
LONDON:
HOULSTON AND SONS, 7, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E.C.;
AND E. WILMSHURST, BOOKSELLER, BLACKHEATH, S.E.
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THE EDITOR'S NEW YEAR'S ADDRESS TO HIS YOUNG FRIENDS.
Dear young friends,--We wish you each and all a very Happy New Year,
and, above all things else, that it may prove to many of you a year of
grace--that is, we pray that the rich saving grace of God may be put in
the hearts of many of our readers who hitherto have not called upon Him
for mercy.
How many who began the year 1887 in health are now laid in the grave!
Some, no doubt, who read this address will be thinking of others who
read last year's, and who were interested in THE LITTLE GLEANER,
watching for its appearance month by month, but who now have passed
away, and will no more read it, nor walk and talk with them again.
The other month, a wrapper in which a GLEANER had been enclosed by some
friend to a person in Ireland was sent to us bearing this solemn mark,
"_Dead_." This told us that the person to whom the GLEANER had been sent
had become the prey of death, and would never read another.
Oh, how solemn that word looked and sounded to us--"_dead_!" and the
thought rushed into our mind, "How did he die? Where is he? If he died
in Christ, it is well with him, for all who thus die are eternally at
rest, free from sin, care, pain, and sorrow. Yea, they are 'for ever
with the Lord.'"
Dear reader, how is it with you? You are spared, while some have been
called from time into eternity. We hope you feel this to be a mercy, and
we now ask, Have you ever been led to the throne of grace, concerned
about sin and salvation? Has the cry ever gone from your heart to the
Lord, "God be merciful to me a sinner"? If not, oh, that, as this year
begins to pass away, the Spirit may cause your heart to feel the guilt
of your sin, and lead you, a poor, burdened, contrite one, to the feet
of Him who died on the cross, and whose blood cleanses those who are
thus brought unto Him from all sin. Then you shall prove that He is
"mighty to save"--yea, "able to save all those to the uttermost that
come unto God by Him."
We believe that many who will read these words have proved the ability
of Christ Jesus to save, and that others are seeking Him, and longing to
know that their sins are forgiven. We rejoice over them, and pray that
many more may be brought to walk the same way, for it is the way from
sin, death, and hell, and the way to Christ, peace, and heaven. All who
walk therein belong to the flock of the Good Shepherd; and we can say to
each one who has thus fled to Him for refuge, "He careth for you." His
love is stronger than death, and knows no change, for He is "the same
yesterday, and to-day, and for ever."
Dear young friends, there is a reality in the religion of Jesus, and we
pray that, in this truth-despising day, you may feel the power of grace,
and, by the work of the Spirit in your hearts, be so grounded in the
truth that you may turn with contempt from all those who, while they
profess to preach, have not the knowledge of God and His truth in them;
and, although they are anxious to discredit the Word of God, and set
aside the atonement of Christ, yet they do not know what to substitute
for them. All who follow such leaders are certainly being led on "the
down grade," and even the leaders themselves confess that they do not
know where they shall be landed. Some have already been landed in
Socinianism, and others in infidelity. Therefore, we say to all our
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LACHES
OR COURAGE
By Plato
Translated by Benjamin Jowett
INTRODUCTION.
Lysimachus, the son of Aristides the Just, and Melesias, the son of
the elder Thucydides, two aged men who live together, are desirous of
educating their sons in the best manner. Their own education, as often
happens with the sons of great men, has been neglected; and they are
resolved that their children shall have more care taken of them, than
they received themselves at the hands of their fathers.
At their request, Nicias and Laches have accompanied them to see a man
named Stesilaus fighting in heavy armour. The two fathers ask the two
generals what they think of this exhibition, and whether they would
advise that their sons should acquire the accomplishment. Nicias and
Laches are quite willing to give their opinion; but they suggest that
Socrates should be invited to take part in the consultation. He is a
stranger to Lysimachus, but is afterwards recognised as the son of his
old friend Sophroniscus, with whom he never had a difference to the
hour of his death. Socrates is also known to Nicias, to whom he had
introduced the excellent Damon, musician and sophist, as a tutor for his
son, and to Laches, who had witnessed his heroic behaviour at the battle
of Delium (compare Symp.).
Socrates, as he is younger than either Nicias or Laches, prefers to
wait until they have delivered their opinions, which they give in a
characteristic manner. Nicias, the tactician, is very much in favour of
the new art, which he describes as the gymnastics of war--useful when
the ranks are formed, and still more useful when they are broken;
creating a general interest in military studies, and greatly adding to
the appearance of the soldier in the field. Laches, the blunt warrior,
is of opinion that such an art is not knowledge, and cannot be of any
value, because the Lacedaemonians, those great masters of arms, neglect
it. His own experience in actual service has taught him that these
pretenders are useless and ridiculous. This man Stesilaus has been seen
by him on board ship making a very sorry exhibition of himself. The
possession of the art will make the coward rash, and subject the
courageous, if he chance to make a slip, to invidious remarks. And now
let Socrates be taken into counsel. As they differ he must decide.
Socrates would rather not decide the question by a plurality of votes:
in such a serious matter as the education of a friend's children, he
would consult the one skilled person who has had masters, and has works
to show as evidences of his skill. This is not himself; for he has never
been able to pay the sophists for instructing him, and has never had
the wit to do or discover anything. But Nicias and Laches are older
and richer than he is: they have had teachers, and perhaps have made
discoveries; and he would have trusted them entirely, if they had not
been diametrically opposed.
Lysimachus here proposes to resign the argument into the hands of the
younger part of the company, as he is old, and has a bad memory. He
earnestly requests Socrates to remain;--in this showing, as Nicias says,
how little he knows the man, who will certainly not go away until he
has cross-examined the company about their past lives. Nicias has often
submitted to this process; and Laches is quite willing to learn from
Socrates, because his actions, in the true Dorian mode, correspond to
his words.
Socrates proceeds: We might ask who are our teachers? But a better and
more thorough way of examining the question will be to ask, 'What is
Virtue?'--or rather, to restrict the enquiry to that part of virtue
which is concerned with the use of weapons--'What is Courage?' Laches
thinks that he knows this: (1) 'He is courageous who remains at his
post.' But some nations fight flying, after the manner of Aeneas in
Homer; or as the heavy-armed Spartans also did at the battle of Plataea.
(2) Socrates wants a more general definition, not only of military
courage, but of courage of all sorts, tried both amid pleasures and
pains. Laches replies that this universal courage is endurance.
But courage is a good thing, and mere endurance may be hurtful and
injurious. Therefore (3) the element of intelligence must be added. But
then again unintelligent endurance may often be more courageous than
the intelligent, the bad than the good. How is this contradiction to be
solved? Socrates and Laches are not set 'to the Dorian mode' of words
and actions; for their words are all confusion, although their actions
are courageous. Still they must 'endure' in an argument about endurance.
Laches is very willing, and is quite sure that he knows what courage is,
if he could
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JOAN OF ARC
The Warrior Maid
By Lucy Foster Madison
author of "The Peggy Owen Books"
With Illustrations & Decorations by
Frank E Schoonover
The Penn Publishing Company
Philadelphia
1919
COPYRIGHT 1918 BY
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
Joan of Arc
[Illustration: THE WARRIOR MAID]
INTRODUCTION
In presenting this story for the young the writer has endeavored to give
a vivid and accurate life of Jeanne D'Arc (Joan of Arc) as simply told as
possible. There has been no pretence toward keeping to the speech of the
Fifteenth Century, which is too archaic to be rendered literally for
young readers, although for the most part the words of the Maid have been
given verbatim.
The name of this wonderful girl has been variously written. In the
Fifteenth Century the name of the beloved disciple was preferred for
children above all others; so we find numerous Jeans and Jeannes. To
render these holy names more in keeping with the helplessness of little
ones the diminutive forms of Jeannot and Jeannette were given them. So
this girl was named Jeannette, or Jehannette in the old spelling, and so
she was called in her native village. By her own account this was changed
to Jeanne when she came into France. The English translation of Jeanne
D'Arc is Joan of Arc; more properly it should be Joanna. Because it seems
more beautiful to her than the others the writer has retained the name of
Jeanne in her narrative.
It is a mooted question which form of the name of Jeanne's father is
correct: D'Arc or Darc. It is the writer's belief that D'Arc was the
original writing, when it would follow that Jacques D'Arc would be James
of the Bow or James Bowman, as he would have been called had he been an
English peasant. For this reason the Maid's surname has been given as
D'Arc; though there are many who claim that Darc is the nearest the
truth.
Acknowledgments are due to the following authorities into the fruit of
whose labours the writer has entered: M. Jules Quicherat, "Condamnation
et Rehabilitation de Jeanne d'Arc"; H. A. Wallon, "Jeanne d'Arc"; M.
Simeon Luce, "Jeanne d'Arc a Domremy"; M. Anatole France, "Jeanne d'Arc";
Jules Michelet, "Jeanne d'Arc"; Monstrelet's "Chronicles"; Andrew Lang,
"The Maid of France"; Lord Ronald Gower, "Joan of Arc"; F. C. Lowell,
"Joan of Arc"; Mark Twain, "Joan of Arc"; Mrs. Oliphant, "Jeanne D'Arc";
Mrs. M. R. Bangs, "Jeanne D'Arc"; Janet Tuckey, "Joan of Arc, the Maid,"
and many others.
The thanks of the writer are also due to the librarians of New York City,
Albany and Glens Falls who kindly aided her in obtaining books and
information. Thanks are also due to the Rev. Matthew Fortier, S. J., Dean
of Fordham University, New York City, for information upon a point for
which search had been vainly made.
That this book may make a little niche for itself among other books upon
the most marvellous girl the world has ever known, is the wish of
THE WRITER.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I A CHILDREN'S FESTIVAL 11
II THE KNIGHT'S STORY 23
III THE WAVES OF WAR REACH DOMREMY 35
IV THE AFTERMATH 43
V JEANNE'S VISION 53
VI JEANNE'S HARSH WORDS 62
VII FURTHER VISIONS 71
VIII JEANNE RECEIVES A GIFT AND AN ANNOUNCEMENT 79
IX THE CHARGE IS ACCEPTED 90
X THE FIRST STEP 98
XI A TRYING TIME 108
XII A WORSTED SUITOR 119
XIII FAREWELL TO HOME 131
XIV VICTORY OVER DOUBTING HEARTS 140
XV STARTING THE GREAT ADVENTURE 155
XVI JEANNE COMES TO HER KING 166
XVII THE IMPOSSIBLE HAPPENS 181
XVIII THE WARRIOR MAID 196
XIX THE HOUR AND THE GIRL 214
XX JEANNE SHOWS HER SIGN 230
XXI A WEEK OF WONDERS 243
XXII THE CULMINATION 263
XXIII THE TURNING OF THE TIDE 285
XXIV JEANNE'S LAST FIELD 308
XXV IN PRISON CELLS 332
XXVI ON TRIAL 346
XXVII FOR HER COUNTRY 374
XXVIII AT DOMREMY 384
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
The Warrior Maid Frontispiece
The Gooseberry Spring 20
Often they appeared in the little garden 74
"The holy man has been to Rome" 80
There was no smile on his face 142
Far into the night they rode 156
"France and St. Denys!" 234
"Forward! They are ours!" 326
JOAN OF ARC
CHAPTER I
A CHILDREN'S FESTIVAL
"_There is a fountain in the forest called
The Fountain of the Fairies. An ancient oak,
The goodliest of the forest, grows beside._"
SOUTHEY. "_Joan of Arc,_" _Book II._
"Who-oo-ee!" The gleeful shout came from the lips of a little girl who
stood, with her hands cupped about her lips, on the edge of a streamlet
which divided the village of Domremy into two parts.
She was a slight little maiden, of some twelve summers, and as she
gave the call she danced about in the warm sunshine as though unable to
keep still from the mere joy of being. Her hair was very dark and
very abundant. Her eyes were wonderful for their blueness and the
steadfastness of their gaze. Her face, though comely, was remarkable not
so much for its beauty as for the happiness of its expression. She stood
still listening for a moment after sending forth her call, and then, as
the Sabbath quiet remained unbroken, she sent forth the cry again in a
clear, sweet voice that penetrated into the farthest reaches of the
village:
"Who-oo-ee!"
This time the shout was caught up instantly, and answered by many voices.
The village wakened suddenly into life, as there poured forth from the
cottages a goodly number of boys and girls who came running toward the
little maid eagerly. She
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LETTERS OF SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
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LETTERS OF SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Edited by
ERNEST HARTLEY COLERIDGE
In Two Volumes
VOL. I
London
William Heinemann
1895
[All rights reserved.]
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INTRODUCTION
Hitherto no attempt has been made to publish a collection of Coleridge's
Letters. A few specimens were published in his lifetime, both in his own
works and in magazines, and, shortly after his death in 1834, a large
number appeared in print. Allsop's "Letters, Conversations, and
Recollections of S. T. Coleridge," which was issued in 1836, contains
forty-five letters or parts of letters; Cottle in his "Early
Recollections" (1837) prints, for the most part incorrectly, and in
piecemeal, some sixty in all, and Gillman, in his "Life of Coleridge"
(1838), contributes, among others, some letters addressed to himself, and
one, of the greatest interest, to Charles Lamb. In 1847, a series of early
letters to Thomas Poole appeared for the first time in the Biographical
Supplement to the "Biographia Literaria," and in 1848, when Cottle
reprinted his "Early Recollections," under the title of "Reminiscences of
Coleridge and Southey," he included sixteen letters to Thomas and Josiah
Wedgwood. In Southey's posthumous "Life of Dr. Bell," five letters of
Coleridge lie imbedded, and in "Southey's Life and Correspondence"
(1849-50), four of his letters find an appropriate place. An interesting
series was published in 1858 in the "Fragmentary Remains of Sir H. Davy,"
edited by his brother, Dr. Davy; and in the "Diary of H. C. Robinson,"
published in 1869, a few letters from Coleridge are interspersed. In 1870,
the late Mr. W. Mark W. Call printed in the "Westminster Review" eleven
letters from Coleridge to Dr. Brabant of Devizes, dated 1815 and 1816;
and a series of early letters to Godwin, 1800-1811 (some of which had
appeared in "Macmillan's Magazine" in 1864), was included by Mr. Kegan
Paul in his "William Godwin" (1876). In 1874, a correspondence between
Coleridge (1816-1818) and his publishers, Gale & Curtis, was contributed
to "Lippincott's Magazine," and in 1878, a few letters to Matilda Betham
were published in "Fraser's Magazine." During the last six years the vast
store which still remained unpublished has been drawn upon for various
memoirs and biographies. The following works containing new letters are
given in order of publication: Herr Brandl's "Samuel T. Coleridge and the
English Romantic School," 1887; "Memorials of Coleorton," edited by
Professor Knight, 1887; "Thomas Poole and his Friends," by Mrs. H.
Sandford, 1888; "Life of Wordsworth," by Professor Knight, 1889; "Memoirs
of John Murray," by Samuel Smiles, LL. D., 1891; "De Quincey Memorials,"
by Alex. J
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_Wet Magic_
[Illustration]
[Illustration: _The sea came pouring in._]
_Wet Magic_
E. NESBIT
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. R. MILLAR
_Copyright © 1913 by E Nesbit_
_Illustrations copyright © 1913 by H. R. Millar_
_To
Dr. E. N. da C. Andrade_,
FROM
E. NESBIT
[Illustration]
WELL HALL,
KENT
_Contents_
CHAPTER I
SABRINA FAIR 1
CHAPTER II
THE CAPTIVE 13
CHAPTER III
THE RESCUE 30
CHAPTER IV
GRATITUDE 51
CHAPTER V
CONSEQUENCES 61
CHAPTER VI
THE MERMAID’S HOME 69
CHAPTER VII
THE SKIES ARE FALLING 84
CHAPTER VIII
THE WATER-WAR 101
CHAPTER IX
THE BOOK PEOPLE 116
CHAPTER X
THE UNDER FOLK 135
CHAPTER XI
THE PEACEMAKER 154
CHAPTER XII
THE END 167
_Illustrations_
_The sea came pouring in._ _Frontispiece_
“_We die in captivity._” _26_
“_‘Translucent wave,’ indeed!_” _42_
“_The police._” _54_
_And disappeared entirely._ _59_
_She caught Kathleen in her arms._ _79_
_The golden door._ _82_
_The Swordfish Brigade._ _103
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ARS AMATORIA;
or, THE ART OF LOVE.
By Ovid
Literally Translated into English Prose, with Copious Notes, by Henry T. Riley
1885
BOOK THE FIRST.
|Should any one of the people not know the art of loving, let him read
me; and taught by me, on reading my lines, let him love. By art the
ships are onward sped by sails and oars; by art are the light chariots,
by art is Love, to be guided. In the chariot and in the flowing reins
was Automedon skilled: in the Hæmonian ship _of Jason_ Tiphys was the
pilot. Me, too, skilled in my craft, has Venus made the guardian of
Love. Of Cupid the Tiphys and the Automedon shall I be styled. Unruly
indeed he is, and one who oft rebels against me; but he is a child; his
age is tender and easy to be governed. The son of Phillyra made the boy
Achilles skilled at the lyre; and with his soothing art he subdued his
ferocious disposition. He who so oft alarmed his own companions, so
oft the foe, is believed to have stood in dread of an aged man full of
years. Those hands which Hector was doomed to feel, at the request of
his master he held out for stripes [701] as commanded. Chiron was the
preceptor of the grandson of Æacus, I of Love. Both of the boys were
wild; both of a Goddess born. But yet the neck of even the bull is laden
with the plough; and the reins are champed by the teeth of the spirited
steed. To me, too, will Love yield; though, with his bow, he should
wound my breast, and should brandish his torches hurled against me. The
more that Love has pierced me, the more has he relentlessly inflamed me;
so much the fitter avenger shall I be of the wounds so made.
Phoebus, I pretend not that these arts were bestowed on me by thee; nor
by the notes of the birds of the air am I inspired. Neither Clio nor the
sisters of Clio have been beheld by me, while watching, Ascra, in thy
vales, my flocks. To this work experience gives rise; listen to a Poet
well-versed. The truth will I sing; Mother of Love, favour my design.
Be ye afar, [702] ye with the thin fillets on your hair, the mark of
chastity; and thou, long flounce, which dost conceal the middle of the
foot. We will sing of guiltless delights, and of thefts allowed; and in
my song there shall be nought that is criminal.
In the first place, endeavour to find out an object which you may
desire to love, you who are now coming for the first time to engage as a
soldier in a new service. The next task after that, is to prevail on
the fair by pleasing her. The third is, for her love to prove of long
duration. This is my plan; this space shall be marked out by my chariot;
this the turning-place to be grazed by my wheels in their full career.
While you may, and while you are able to proceed with flowing reins;
choose one to whom you may say, "You alone are pleasing to me." She
will not come to you gliding through the yielding air; the fair one that
suits must be sought with your eyes. The hunter knows full well where
to extend the toils for the deer; full well he knows in what vale dwells
the boar gnashing with his teeth. The shrubberies are known to the
fowlers. He who holds out the hooks, knows what waters are swam in by
many a fish. You, too, who seek a subject for enduring love, first learn
in what spot the fair are to be met with. In your search, I will not
bid you give your sails to the wind, nor is a long path to be trodden by
you, that you may find her.
Let Perseus bear away his Andromeda from the tawny Indians, [703] and
let the Grecian fair be ravished by Paris, the Phrygian hero. Rome will
present you damsels as many, and full as fair; so that you will declare,
that whatever has been on the earth, she possesses. As many ears of
corn as Gargara has, as many clusters as Methymna; as many fishes as
are concealed in the seas, birds in the boughs; as many stars as [704]
heaven has, so many fair ones does your own Rome contain; and in her own
City does the mother of Æneas hold her reign. Are you charmed by early
and still dawning years, the maiden in all her genuineness will come
before your eyes; or do you wish a riper fair, [705] a thousand riper
will please
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*ROSE OF THE WORLD*
BY
AGNES & EGERTON CASTLE
AUTHORS OF
"THE SECRET ORCHARD" AND "THE STAR DREAMER"
_O Dream of my Life, my Glory,_
_O Rose of the World, my Dream_
(THE DOMINION OF DREAMS)
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER & CO., 15, WATERLOO PLACE
1905
(_All rights reserved_)
PRINTED BY
WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED,
LONDON AND BECCLES.
*BOOK I*
*ROSE OF THE WORLD*
*CHAPTER I*
It is our fate as a nation, head and heart of a world empire, that much
of our manhood must pursue its career far away from home. And it is our
strength
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English Men of Action
LORD LAWRENCE
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[Illustration: LORD LAWRENCE
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LORD LAWRENCE
BY
SIR RICHARD TEMPLE
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND NEW YORK
1889
_The right of translation and reproduction is reserved_
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER II
EARLY LIFE, 1811-1829 7
CHAPTER III
THE DELHI TERRITORY, 1829-1846 15
CHAPTER IV
THE
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THE FEMALE GAMESTER
A TRAGEDY
By Gorges Edmond Howard
Et quando uberior vitiorum copia? quando
Major avaritiae patuit sinus? alea quando
Hos animos? neq; enim loculis comitantibus itur,
Ad casum tabulae, posita sed luditur arca.
Juv. Sat. I.
Sure none in crimes could erst beyond us go!
None such a lust for sordid avarice show!
Was e'er the Die so worn in ages past?
Purses, nay Chests, are now stak'd on a cast.
To the
Countess of Charlemont,
the Lady Viscountess Southwell,
and Lady Lifford.
As the example of Persons of rank and quality, must ever have
a powerful influence upon all others in society, and as I know
none among the many eminently virtuous characters of your sex,
(for which this kingdom is above all others distinguished) with
whom I have the honour of being acquainted, more conspicuous
than your Ladyships, for excellence of conduct in every female
department in life, I, therefore, thus presume in taking the
liberty of presenting the following DRAMATIC ESSAY to your
patronage, and am, with the highest respect,
Your Ladyships'
Most obedient servant, &c.
The Author.
To the Reader.
I have always been of the same opinion with the Author of
the Preface to the translation of Brumoy's Greek Theatre;
in which, speaking of Tragedy, he hath expressed himself
in the following lines: "In England, the subject is frequently
too much exalted, and the Scenes are too often laid too high.
We deal almost solely in the fate of Kings and Princes, as if
misfortunes were chiefly peculiar to the great. But our Poets
might consider, that we feel not so intensely the sorrows of
higher powers, as we feel the miseries of those who are nearer
upon a level with ourselves. The revolution and fall of empires
affect us less, than the distresses of a private family. Homer
himself had wandered like Ulysses, and although by the force
of imagination he so nobly described the din of battle, and
the echoing contests of fiery princes, yet his heart still
sensibly felt the indigence of the wandering Ithacan, and
the contemptuous treatment shewn to the beggar, whose soul
and genius deserved a better fate."
This having confirmed me in my opinion, I set about the following
dramatic attempt upon that horrid vice of Gaming, of all others
the most pernicious to society, and growing every day more and
more predominant amongst all ranks of people, so that even the
examples of a Prince, and Princess, pious, virtuous, and every way
excellent, as ever a people were blessed with, contrary to the
well-known axiom,
Regis ad exemplum totus componitur orbis,
have had but small effect.
I finished it, part in prose, and part in blank verse, in about six
weeks, and having shewn it to several of my literary acquaintance,
the far greater part were of opinion, that it should be entirely
one, or the other; but, as the scene was laid in private life, and
chiefly among those of middling rank, it ought to be entirely prose;
and that, not much exalted; and accordingly, with no small labour,
I turned it all into prose. But in some short time after, having
communicated this to Dr. Samuel Johnson, his words (as well as I
remember) were, "That he could hardly consider a prose Tragedy as
dramatic; that it was difficult for the Performers to speak it;
that let it be either in the middling or in low life, it may,
though in metre and spirited, be properly familiar and colloquial;
that, many in the middling rank are not without erudition;
that they have the feelings and sensations of nature, and every
emotion in consequence thereof, as well as the great, and that
even the lowest, when impassioned, raise their language; that
the writing of prose is generally the plea and excuse of poverty
of Genius." And some others being of the same opinion, I have
now chang'd it all into metre.
Fired is the Muse! and let the Muse be fired.
Who's not inflam'd, when what he speaks he feels?
Young.
The introduction by the moderns of confidents, those friends
in Tragedy, to whom the chief personages discover their secrets
and situation, has been also objected to by critics. The discovery
is indeed purposely made to the audience, and supplies the want of
a chorus. But to speak in Monsieur Brumos's own stile: "If Homer,
in his Epic poem, found a Patroclus necessary to his Achilles, and
Virgil an Achates to Aeneas, such examples may well justify the
Dramatic Poets in calling in the assistance of associates, who
generally appear of more use than ornament to the piece." Besides,
were it not for them, long and disgusting soliloquies must be
innumerable, especially if there be any plot in the piece of
either love, ambition, or conspiracy. In short, as he again says,
"they are the mortar which forms the proper cement to fix the
corner stones of the building."
But I declare, that the avoiding on the one hand, a style too high,
as on the other, too mean and vulgar for the subject, or the persons
concerned therein, has been a talk far more difficult to me than
any of the best formed lines in either of my other Tragedies,
so that I
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THREE WEEKS
BY
ELINOR GLYN
1907
INTRODUCTION TO
MY AMERICAN READERS
I feel now, when my "Three Weeks" is to be launched in a new land,
where I have many sympathetic friends, that, owing to the
misunderstanding and misrepresentation it received from nearly the
entire press and a section of the public in England, I would like to
state my view of its meaning. (As I wrote it, I suppose it could be
believed I know something about that!) For me "the Lady" was a deep
study, the analysis of a strange Slav nature, who, from circumstances
and education and her general view of life, was beyond the ordinary
laws of morality. If I were making the study of a Tiger, I would not
give it the attributes of a spaniel, because the public, and I myself,
might prefer a spaniel! I would still seek to portray accurately
every minute instinct of that Tiger, to make a living picture. Thus,
as you read, I want you to think of her as such a study. A great
splendid nature, full of the passionate realisation of primitive
instincts, immensely cultivated, polished, blase. You must see her at
Lucerne, obsessed with the knowledge of her horrible life with her
brutal, vicious husband, to whom she had been sacrificed for political
reasons when almost a child. She suddenly sees this young Englishman,
who comes as an echo of something straight and true in manhood which,
in outward appearance at all events, she has met in her youth in the
person of his Uncle Hubert. She perceives in him at once the Soul
sleeping there; and it produces in her a strong emotion. Then I want
you to understand the effect of Love on them both. In her it rose from
caprice to intense devotion, until the day at the
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BILL NYE'S CHESTNUTS OLD AND NEW
With New Illustrations From Original Sketches, Photographs, Memoranda,
and Authentic Sources, by Williams, Opper, and Hopkins.
NEW YORK
JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY
1888
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[Illustration: 0006]
[Illustration: 0007]
CHESTNUTS OLD AND NEW.
<b>CHESTNUT-BURR</b>. I.--THE SHAKESPEARE-BACON PUZZLE WRESTLED WITH
CONSCIENTIOUSLY.
_Why Bill favors the Claims of Bill Shakespeare--His Handwriting
skillfully touched upon--Its Likeness to Horace Greeley's--Difference
between Shakespeare and Bacon--A kind Lift for the Yeomanry._
|Trusting that it will not in any way impair the sale of Mr. Donnelly's
book, I desire to offer here a few words in favor of the theory that
William Shakespeare wrote his own works and thought his own thinks. The
time has fully arrived when we humorists ought to stand by each other.
I do not undertake to stand up for the personal character of
Shakespeare, but I say that he wrote good pieces, and I don't care who
knows it. It is doubtless true that at the age of eighteen he married a
woman eight years his senior, and that children began to cluster about
their hearthstone in a way that would have made a man in a New York flat
commit suicide. Three little children within fourteen months, including
twins, came to the humble home of the great Bard, and he began to go
out and climb upon the haymow to do his writing. Sometimes he would stay
away from home for two or three weeks at a time, fearing that when he
entered the house some one would tell him that he was again a parent.
Yet William Shakespeare knew all the time that he was a great man, and
that some day he would write pieces to speak. He left Stratford at the
age of twenty-one and went to London, where he attracted very little
attention, for he belonged to the Yeomanry, being a kind of dramatic
Horace Greeley, both in the matter of clothes and penmanship. Thus it
would seem that while Sir Francis Bacon was attending a business college
and getting himself familiar with the whole-arm movement, so as to be
able to write a free, cryptogamous hand, poor W. Shakespeare was slowly
thinking the hair off his head, while ever and anon he would bring out
his writing materials and his bright ready tongue, and write a sonnet on
an empty stomach.
Prior to leaving Stratford he is said to have dabbled in the poaching
business in a humble way on the estates of Sir Thomas Lucy, since
deceased, and that he wrote the following encomium or odelet in a free,
running hand, and pinned it on the knight's gate:=
````O, deer Thomas Lucy,
````Your venison's juicy,
````Juicy is your venison;
````Hence I append my benison.=
```The rose is red; the violet's blue;
```The keeper is a chump and so are you,
```Which is why I remark and my language is plain,
```Yours truly,
````High Low Jack
`````And the Game.=
[Illustration: 0017]
Let me now once more refer to the matter of the signature. Much has
been said of Mr. Shakespeare's coarse, irregular and vulgar penmanship,
which, it is claimed, shows the ignorance of its owner, and hence his
inability to write the immortal plays. Let us compare the signature
of Shakespeare with that of Mr. Greeley, and we notice a wonderful
similarity. There is the same weird effort in both cases to
out-cryptogam Old Cryptogamous himself, and enshrine immortal thought
and heaven-born genius in a burglar-proof panoply of worm fences, and
a chirography that reminds the careful student of the general direction
taken in returning to Round Knob, N. C., by a correspondent who visited
the home of a moonshiner, with a view toward ascertaining the general
tendency of homebrewed whisky to fly to the head.
If we judge Shakespeare by his signature, not one of us will be safe.
Death will wipe out our fame with a wet sponge. John Hancock in one
hundred years from now will be regarded as the author of the Declaration
of Independence, and Compendium Gaskell as the author of the Hew York
_Tribune_.
I have every reason to believe that while William Shakespeare was
going about the streets of London, poor but brainy, erratic but smart,
baldheaded but filled with a nameless yearning to write a play with
real water and a topical song in it, Francis Bacon was practicing on his
signature, getting used to the full-arm movement, spoiling sheet
after sheet of paper, trying to make a violet swan on a red woven wire
mattress of shaded loops without taking his pen off the paper
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University (http://hearth.library.cornell.edu/)
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SEX IN EDUCATION;
Or, A Fair Chance for Girls.
by
EDWARD H. CLARKE, M.D.,
Member of the Massachusetts Medical Society;
Fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences;
Late Professor of Materia Medica in Harvard College,
Etc., Etc.
Boston:
James R. Osgood and Company,
(Late Ticknor & Fields, and Fields, Osgood, & Co.)
1875.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by
Edward H. Clarke,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington
Boston:
Stereotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery, & Co.
"An American female constitution, which collapses just in the
middle third of life, and comes out vulcanized India-rubber,
if it happen to live through the period when health and
strength are most wanted."
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _Autocrat of the Breakfast Table_.
"He reverenced and upheld, in every form in which it came
before him, _womanhood_.... What a woman should demand is
respect for her as she is a woman. Let her first lesson be,
with sweet Susan Winstanley, _to reverence her sex_."
CHARLES LAMB: _Essays of Elia_.
"We trust that the time now approaches when man's condition
shall be progressively improved by the force of reason and
truth, when the brute part of nature shall be crushed, that
the god-like spirit may unfold."
GUIZOT: _History of Civilization_, I., 34.
CONTENTS.
PART I.
INTRODUCTORY 11
PART II.
CHIEFLY PHYSIOLOGICAL 31
PART III.
CHIEFLY CLINICAL 61
PART IV.
CO-EDUCATION 118
PART V.
THE EUROPEAN WAY 162
PREFACE.
About a year ago the author was honored by an invitation to address
the New-England Women's Club in Boston. He accepted the invitation,
and selected for his subject the relation of sex to the education of
women. The essay excited an unexpected amount of discussion. Brief
reports of it found their way into the public journals. Teachers and
others interested in the education of girls, in different parts of the
country, who read these reports, or heard of them, made inquiry, by
letter or otherwise, respecting it. Various and conflicting criticisms
were passed upon it. This manifestation of interest in a brief and
unstudied lecture to a small club appeared to the author to indicate a
general appreciation of the importance of the theme he had chosen,
compelled him to review carefully the statements he had made, and has
emboldened him to think that their publication in a more comprehensive
form, with added physiological details and clinical illustrations,
might contribute something, however little, to the cause of sound
education. Moreover, his own conviction, not only of the importance of
the subject, but of the soundness of the conclusions he has reached,
and of the necessity of bringing physiological facts and laws
prominently to the notice of all who are interested in education,
conspires with the interest excited by the theme of his lecture to
justify him in presenting these pages to the public. The leisure of
his last professional vacation has been devoted to their preparation.
The original address, with the exception of a few verbal alterations,
is incorporated into them.
Great plainness of speech will be observed throughout this essay. The
nature of the subject it discusses, the general misapprehension both
of the strong and weak points in the physiology of the woman question,
and the ignorance displayed by many, of what the co-education of the
sexes really means, all forbid that ambiguity of language or euphemism
of expression should be employed in the discussion. The subject is
treated solely from the standpoint of physiology. Technical terms
have been employed, only where their use is more exact or less
offensive than common ones.
If the publication of this brief memoir does nothing more than excite
discussion and stimulate investigation with regard to a matter of such
vital moment to the nation as the relation of sex to education, the
author will be amply repaid for the time and labor of its preparation.
No one can appreciate more than he its imperfections. Notwithstanding
these, he hopes a little good may be extracted from it, and so
commends it to the consideration of all who desire the _best_
education of the sexes.
BOSTON, 18 ARLINGTON STREET, October, 1873.
PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION.
The demand for a second edition of this book in little more than a
week after the publication of the first, indicates the interest which
the public take in the relation of Sex to Education, and justifies the
author in appealing to physiology and pathology for light upon the
vexed question of the appropriate education of girls. Excepting a few
verbal alterations, and the correction of a few typographical errors,
there is no difference between this edition and the first. The author
would have been glad to add to this edition a section upon the
relation of sex to women's work in life, after their technical
education is completed, but has not had time to do so.
BOSTON, 18 ARLINGTON STREET,
Nov. 8, 1873.
NOTE TO THE FIFTH EDITION.
The attention of the reader is called to the definition of "education"
on the twentieth page. It is there stated, that, throughout this
essay, education is not used in the limited sense of mental or
intellectual training alone, but as comprehending the whole manner of
life, physical and psychical, during the educational period; that is,
following Worcester's comprehensive definition, as comprehending
instruction, discipline, manners, and habits. This, of course,
includes home-life and social life, as well as school-life; balls and
parties, as well as books and recitations; walking and riding, as much
as studying and sewing. When a remission or intermission is necessary,
the parent must decide what part of education shall be remitted or
omitted,--the walk, the ball, the school, the party, or all of these.
None can doubt which will interfere most with Nature's laws,--four
hours' dancing, or four hours' studying. These remarks may be
unnecessary. They are made because some who have noticed this essay
have spoken of it as if it treated only of the school, and seem to
have forgotten the just and comprehensive signification in which
education is used throughout this memoir. Moreover, it may be well to
remind the reader, even at the risk of casting a reflection upon his
intelligence, that, in these pages, the relation of sex to mature life
is not discussed, except in a few passages, in which the large
capacities and great power of woman are alluded to, provided the epoch
of development is physiologically guided.
SEX IN EDUCATION.
PART I.
INTRODUCTORY.
"Is there any thing better in a State than that both women and
men be rendered the very best? There is not."--PLATO.
It is idle to say that what is right for man is wrong for woman. Pure
reason, abstract right and wrong, have nothing to do with sex: they
neither recognize nor know it. They teach that what is right or wrong
for man is equally right and wrong for woman. Both sexes are bound by
the same code of morals; both are amenable to the same divine law.
Both have a right to do the best they can; or, to speak more justly,
both should feel the duty, and have the opportunity, to do their
best. Each must justify its existence by becoming a complete
development of manhood and womanhood; and each should refuse whatever
limits or dwarfs that development.
The problem of woman's sphere, to use the modern phrase, is not to be
solved by applying to it abstract principles of right and wrong. Its
solution must be obtained from physiology, not from ethics or
metaphysics. The question must be submitted to Agassiz and Huxley, not
to Kant or Calvin, to Church or Pope. Without denying the self-evident
proposition, that whatever a woman can do, she has a right to do, the
question at once arises, What can she do? And this includes the
further question, What can she best do? A girl can hold a plough, and
ply a needle, after a fashion. If she can do both better than a man,
she ought to be both farmer and seamstress; but if, on the whole, her
husband can hold best the plough, and she ply best the needle, they
should divide the labor. He should be master of the plough, and she
mistress of the loom. The _quaestio vexata_ of woman's sphere will be
decided by her organization. This limits her power, and reveals her
divinely-appointed tasks, just as man's organization limits his power,
and reveals his work. In the development of the organization is to be
found the way of strength and power for both sexes. Limitation or
abortion of development leads both to weakness and failure.
Neither is there any such thing as inferiority or superiority in this
matter. Man is not superior to woman, nor woman to man. The relation
of the sexes is one of equality, not of better and worse, or of higher
and lower. By this it is not intended to say that the sexes are the
same. They are different, widely different from each other, and so
different that each can do, in certain directions, what the other
cannot; and in other directions, where both can do the same things,
one sex, as a rule, can do them better than the other; and in still
other matters they seem to be so nearly alike, that they can
interchange labor without perceptible difference. All this is so well
known, that it would be useless to refer to it, were it not that much
of the discussion of the irrepressible woman-question, and many of the
efforts for bettering her education and widening her sphere, seem to
ignore any difference of the sexes; seem to treat her as if she were
identical with man, and to be trained in precisely the same way; as if
her organization, and consequently her function, were masculine, not
feminine. There are those who write and act as if their object were to
assimilate woman as much as possible to man, by dropping all that is
distinctively feminine out of her, and putting into her as large an
amount of masculineness as possible. These persons tacitly admit the
error just alluded to, that woman is inferior to man, and strive to
get rid of the inferiority by making her a man. There may be some
subtle
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PROLEGOMENA
TO THE STUDY OF
HEGEL'S PHILOSOPHY
AND
_ESPECIALLY OF HIS LOGIC_
BY
WILLIAM WALLACE, M.A., LL.D.
FELLOW OF MERTON COLLEGE
AND WHYTE'S PROFESSOR OF MORAL PHILOSOPHY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD
SECOND EDITION, REVISED AND AUGMENTED
OXFORD
AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
1894
IN REMEMBRANCE OF
B. JOWETT
LATE REGIUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK
AND
MASTER OF BALLIOL COLLEGE
OXFORD
PREFACE
The present volume of Prolegomena completes the second edition of my
LOGIC OF HEGEL which originally appeared in 1874. The translation,
which was issued as a separate volume in the autumn of 1892, had been
subjected to revision throughout: such faults as I could detect had
been amended, and many changes made in the form of expression with the
hope of rendering the interpretation clearer and more adequate. But,
with a subject so abstruse and complicated as Hegel's Logic, and a
style so abrupt and condensed as that adopted in his _Encyclopaedia_,
a satisfactory translation can hardly fall within the range of
possibilities. Only the enthusiasm of youth could have thrown itself
upon such an enterprise; and later years have but to do what they may
to fulfil the obligations of a task whose difficulties have come to
seem nearly insuperable. The translation volume was introduced by a
sketch of the growth of the _Encyclopaedia_ through the three editions
published in its author's lifetime: and an appendix of notes supplied
some literary and historical elucidations of the text, with quotations
bearing on the philosophical development between Kant and Hegel.
The Prolegomena, which have grown to more than twice their original
extent, are two-thirds of them new matter. The lapse of twenty years
could not but involve a change in the writer's attitude, at least in
details, towards both facts and problems. The general purpose of the
work, however, still remains the same, to supply an introduction to the
study of Hegel, especially his _Logic,_ and to philosophy in general.
But, in the work of altering and inserting, I can hardly imagine that
I have succeeded in adjusting the additions to the older work with
that artful juncture which would simulate the continuity of organic
growth. To perform that feat would require a master who surveyed from
an imperial outlook the whole system of Hegelianism in its history
and meaning; and I at least do not profess such a mastery. Probably
therefore a critical review will discern inequalities in the ground,
and even discrepancies in the statement, of the several chapters. To
remove these strains of inconsistency would in any case have been a
work of time and trouble: and, after all, mere differences in depth
or breadth of view may have their uses. The writer cannot always
compel the reader to understand him, as he himself has not always
the same faculty to penetrate and comprehend the problems he deals
with. In these arduous paths of research it may well happen that the
clearest and truest perceptions are not always those which communicate
themselves with fullest persuasion and gift of insight. Schopenhauer
has somewhere compared the structure of his philosophical work to the
hundred-gated Thebes: so many, he says, are the points of access it
offers for the pilgrims after truth to reach its central dogma. So--if
one may parallel little things with his adventurous quest--even the
less speculative chapters, and the less consecutive discourse, of
these Prolegomena may prove helpful to some individual mood or phase
of mind. If--as I suspect--the Second Book should elicit the complaint
that the reader has been kept wandering too long and too deviously in
the _Porches of Philosophy_, I will hope that sometimes in the course
of these rovings he may come across a wicket-gate where he can enter,
and--which is the main thing--gather truth fresh and fruitful for
himself.
Fourteen chapters, viz. II, XXIV, and the group from VII to XVIII
inclusive, are in this edition almost entirely new. Three chapters of
the first edition, numbered XIX, XXII, XXIII, have been dropped. For
the rest, Chaps. III-VI in the present correspond to Chaps. II-V in
the first edition: Chap. XIX to parts of VII, VIII: Chaps. XX-XXIII to
Chaps. IX-XII: Chaps. XXV-XXX to Chaps. XIII-XVIII: and Chaps. XXXI,
XXXII to Chaps. XX, XXI. But some of those nominally retained have been
largely rewritten.
The new chapters present, amongst other things, a synopsis of the
progress of thought in Germany during the half-century
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THE CHAUTAUQUAN.
_A MONTHLY MAGAZINE DEVOTED TO THE PROMOTION OF TRUE CULTURE. ORGAN OF
THE CHAUTAUQUA LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC CIRCLE._
VOL. III. FEBRUARY, 1883. No. 5.
Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle.
_President_, Lewis Miller, Akron, Ohio.
_Superintendent of Instruction_, J. H. Vincent, D. D., Plainfield, N. J.
_General Secretary_, Albert. M. Martin, Pittsburgh, Pa.
_Office Secretary_, Miss Kate F. Kimball, Plainfield, N. J.
_Counselors_, Lyman Abbott, D. D.; J. M. Gibson, D. D.; Bishop H. W.
Warren, D. D.; W. C. Wilkinson, D. D.
Transcriber's Note: This table of contents of this
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Contents
REQUIRED READING
History of Russia.
Chapter VII.—Galitsch and the Great Republic of Novgorod 241
A Glance at the History and Literature of Scandinavia
IV.—The Eddas: Later Swedish History 244
Pictures from English History
V.—The Battle of Pancake Creek 246
SUNDAY READINGS.
[February 4.]
Social and Religious Life of the Israelites from Saul to
Christ 248
[February 11.]
Christ and the Apostles 249
[February 18.]
The Bible and Other Religious Books 251
[February 25.]
The
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The Guerilla Chief
And other Tales
By Mayne Reid
Published by George Routledge and Sons Ltd. London.
This edition dated 1884.
The Guerilla Chief, by Mayne Reid.
________________________________________________________________________
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THE GUERILLA CHIEF, BY MAYNE REID.
Story 1, Chapter I.
CERRO GORDO.
"_Agua! por amor Dios, agua--aguita_!" (Water! for the love of God, a
little water!)
I heard these words, as I lay in my tent, on the field of Cerro Gordo.
It was the night after the battle bearing this name--fought between the
American and Mexican armies in the month of April, 1847.
The routed regiments of Santa Anna--saving some four thousand men
captured upon the ground--had sought safety in flight, the greater body
taking the main road to Jalapa, pursued by our victorious troops; while
a large number, having sprawled down the almost perpendicular cliff that
overhangs the "Rio del Plan" escaped, unperceived and unpursued, into
the wild chapparals that cover the _piedmont_ of Perote.
Among these last was the _lame_ tyrant himself, or rather should I say,
_at their head leading the retreat_. This has always been his favourite
position at the close of a battle that has gone against him; and a score
of such defeats can be recorded.
I could have captured him on that day but for the cowardice of a colonel
who had command over me and mine. I alone, of all the American army,
saw Santa Anna making his escape from the field, and in such a direction
that I could without difficulty have intercepted his retreat. With the
strength of a corporal's guard, I could have taken both him and his
glittering staff; but even this number of men was denied me, and _nolens
volens_ was I constrained to forego the pleasure of taking prisoner this
truculent tyrant, and hanging him to the nearest tree, which, as God is
my judge, I should most certainly have done. Through the imbecility of
my superior officer, I lost the chance of a triumph calculated to have
given me considerable fame; while Mexico missed finding an avenger.
Strictly speaking, I was not _in_ the engagement of Cerro Gordo. My
orders on that day--or rather those of the spruce colonel who commanded
me--were to guard a battery of mountain howitzers, that had been dragged
to the top of the cliff overlooking El plan--not that already mentioned
as the field of battle, and which was occupied by the enemy, but the
equally precipitous height on the opposite side of the river.
From early daylight until the Mexicans gave way, we kept firing at them
across the stupendous chasm that lay between us, doing them no great
damage, unless they were frightened by the whizz of an occasional
rocket, which our artillerist, Ripley--now a second-rate Secesh
general--succeeded in sending into their midst.
As to ourselves and the battery, there was no more danger of either
being assaulted by the enemy than there was of our being whisked over
the cliff by the tail of a comet. There was not a Mexican soldier on
our side of the _barranca_; and as to any of them crossing over to us,
they could only have performed the feat in a balloon, or by making a
circuitous march of nearly a dozen miles.
For all this security, our stick-to-the-text colonel held close to the
little battery of howitzers; and would not have moved ten paces from it
to have accomplished the capture of the whole Mexican army.
Perfectly satisfied, from the "lights with which we had been furnished,"
that there was no danger to our battery, and chafing at the ill-luck
that had placed me so far away from the ground where laurels were
growing, and where others were in the act of reaping them, I lost all
interest in Ripley and his popguns; and straying along the summit of the
cliff, I sat me down upon its edge.
A yucca stood stiffly out from the brow of the precipice. It was the
tree-yucca, and a huge bole of bayonet-shaped leaves crowning its
corrugated trunk shaded a spot of grass-covered turf, on the very edge
of the escarpment.
Had I not scaled the Andes, I might have hesitated to trust myself under
the shadow of that tree. But a cliff, however sheer and stupendous,
could
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[Illustration: FIRST PERIOD.
PAPER, ASPHALTUM, &C.
THOMAS WEDGWOOD.
_From a Plaster Cast._
JOSEPH NICEPHORE NIEPCE.
_From a Painting by L. Berger._
Rev. J. B. READE.
_From a Photograph
by Maull & Fox._
HENRY FOX TALBOT.
_From a Calotype._
SIR JOHN HERSCHEL.
_From a Daguerreotype._]
THE EVOLUTION OF PHOTOGRAPHY.
With a Chronological Record of Discoveries, Inventions, Etc.,
Contributions to Photographic Literature, and
Personal Reminiscences Extending over Forty Years.
by
JOHN WERGE.
Illustrated.
London: Piper & Carter, 5, Furnival Street, Holborn, E.C.;
and John Werge, 11A, Berners Street, Oxford Street, W.
1890.
[All Rights Reserved.]
Printed by Piper & Carter, 5, Furnival Street, Holborn, London, E.C.
PREFACE.
No previous history of photography, that I am aware of, has ever assumed
the form of a reminiscence, nor have I met with a photographic work, of
any description, that is so strictly built upon a chronological
foundation as the one now placed in the hands of the reader. I therefore
think, and trust, that it will prove to be an acceptable and readable
addition to photographic literature.
It was never intended that this volume should be a text-book, so I have
not entered into elaborate descriptions of the manipulations of this or
that process, but have endeavoured to make it a comprehensive and
agreeable summary of all that has been done in the past, and yet convey
a perfect knowledge of all the processes as they have appeared and
effected radical changes in the practice of photography.
The chronological record of discoveries, inventions, appliances, and
publications connected with the art will, it is hoped, be received and
considered as a useful and interesting table of reference; while the
reminiscences, extending over forty years of unbroken contact with every
phase of photography, and some of its pioneers, will form a vital link
between the long past and immediate present, which may awaken pleasing
recollections in some, and give encouragement to others to enter the
field of experiment, and endeavour to continue the work of evolution.
At page 10 it is stated, on the authority of the late Robert Hunt, that
some of Niepce's early pictures may be seen at the British Museum. That
was so, but unfortunately it is not so now. On making application, very
recently, to examine these pictures, I ascertained that they were never
placed in the care of the curator of the British Museum, but were the
private property of the late Dr. Robert Brown, who left them to his
colleague, John Joseph Bennett, and that at the latter's death they
passed into the possession of his widow. I wrote to the lady making
enquiries about them, but have not been able to trace them further;
there are, however, two very interesting examples of Niepce's
heliographs, and one photo-etched plate and print, lent by Mr. H. P.
Robinson, on view at South Kensington, in the Western Gallery of the
Science Collection.
For the portrait of Thomas Wedgwood, I am indebted to Mr. Godfrey
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HISTORY OF FRIEDRICH II. OF PRUSSIA
FREDERICK THE GREAT
By Thomas Carlyle
BOOK XVIII.--SEVEN-YEARS WAR RISES TO A HEIGHT.--1757-1759.
Chapter I.--THE CAMPAIGN OPENS.
Seldom was there seen such a combination against any man as this against
Friedrich, after his Saxon performances in 1756. The extent of his sin,
which is now ascertained to have been what we saw, was at that time
considered to transcend all computation, and to mark him out for
partition, for suppression and enchainment, as the general enemy of
mankind. "Partition him, cut him down," said the Great Powers to one
another; and are busy, as never before, in raising forces, inciting new
alliances and calling out the general POSSE COMITATUS of mankind, for
that salutary object. What tempestuous fulminations in the Reichstag,
and over all Europe, England alone excepted, against this man!
Latterly the Swedes, who at first had compunctions on the score of
Protestantism, have agreed to join in the Partitioning adventure: "It
brings us his Pommern, all Pommern ours!" cry the Swedish Parliamentary
Eloquences (with French gold in their pocket): "At any rate," whisper
they, "it spites the Queen his Sister!"--and drag the poor Swedish
Nation into a series of disgraces and disastrous platitudes it was
little anticipating. This precious French-Swedish Bargain ("Swedes to
invade with 25,000; France to give fair subsidy," and bribe largely) was
consummated in March; ["21st March, 1757" (Stenzel, v. 38; &c.).] but
did not become known to Friedrich for some months later; nor was it of
the importance he then thought it, in the first moment of surprise and
provocation. Not indeed of importance to anybody, except, in the reverse
way, to poor Sweden itself, and to the French, who had spent a great
deal of pains and money on it, and continued to spend, with as good as
no result at all. For there never was such a War, before or since,
not even by Sweden in the Captainless state! And the one profit the
copartners reaped from it, was some discountenance it gave to the rumor
which had risen, more extensively than we should now think, and even
some nucleus of fact in it as appears, That Austria, France and the
Catholic part of the Reich were combining to put down Protestantism. To
which they could now answer, "See, Protestant Sweden is with us!"--and
so weaken a little what was pretty much Friedrich's last hold on the
public sympathies at this time.
As to France itself,--to France, Austria, Russia,--bound by such
earthly Treaties, and the call of very Heaven, shall they not, in united
puissance and indignation, rise to the rescue? France, touched to the
heart by such treatment of a Saxon Kurfurst, and bound by Treaty of
Westphalia to protect all members of the Reich (which it has sometimes,
to our own knowledge, so carefully done), is almost more ardent than
Austria itself. France, Austria, Russia; to these add Polish Majesty
himself; and latterly the very Swedes, by French bribery at Stockholm:
these are the Partitioning Powers;--and their shares (let us spare one
line for their shares) are as follows.
The Swedes are to have Pommern in whole; Polish-Saxon Majesty gets
Magdeburg, Halle, and opulent slices thereabouts; Austria's share,
we need not say, is that jewel of a Silesia. Czarish Majesty, on the
extreme East, takes Preussen, Konigsberg-Memel Country in whole; adds
Preussen to her as yet too narrow Territories. Wesel-Cleve Country, from
the other or Western extremity, France will take that clipping, and make
much of it. These are quite serious business-engagements, engrossed on
careful parchment, that Spring, 1757, and I suppose not yet boiled down
into glue, but still to be found in dusty corners, with the tape much
faded. The high heads, making preparation on the due scale, think them
not only executable, but indubitable, and almost as good as done. Push
home upon him, as united Posse Comitatus of Mankind; in a sacred cause
of Polish Majesty and Public Justice, how can one malefactor resist?"AH,
MA TRES-CHERE" and "Oh, my dearest Princess and Cousin," what a chance
has turned up!
It is computed that there are arrayed against this one King, under
their respective Kings, Empress-Queens, Swedish Senates, Catins and
Pompadours, populations to the amount of above 100 millions,--in after
stages, I remember to have
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LONG LIVE THE KING
By Mary Roberts Rinehart
CONTENTS
I. The Crown Prince runs away
II. And sees the World
III. Disgraced
IV. The Terror
V. At the Riding-School
VI. The Chancellor pays a Visit
VII. Tea in the Schoolroom
VIII. The Letter
IX. A Fine Night
X. The Right to live and love
XI. Rather a Wild Night
XII. Two Prisoners
XIII. In the Park
XIV. Nikky does a Reckless Thin
XV. Father and Daughter
XVI. On the Mountain Road
XVII. The Fortress
XVIII. Old Adelbert
XIX. The Committee of Ten
XX. The Delegation
XXI. As a Man may love a Woman
XXII. At Etzel
XXIII. Nikky Makes a Promise
XXIV. The Birthday
XXV. The Gate of the Moon
XXVI. At the Inn
XXVII. The Little Door
XXVIII. The Crown Prince's Pilgrimage
XXIX. Old Adelbert the Traitor
XXX. King Karl
XXXI. Let Mettich guard his Treasure
XXXII. Nikky and Hedwig
XXXIII. The Day of the Carnival
XXXIV. The Pirate's Den
XXXV. The Paper Crown
XXXVI. The King is dead
XXXVII. Long live the King
XXXVIII. In the Road of the Good Children
XXXIX. The Lincoln Penny
LONG LIVE THE KING!
CHAPTER I. THE CROWN PRINCE RUNS AWAY
The Crown Prince sat in the royal box and swung his legs. This was
hardly princely, but the royal legs did not quite reach the floor from
the high crimson-velvet seat of his chair.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto was bored. His royal robes, consisting of
a pair of blue serge trousers, a short Eton jacket, and a stiff, rolling
collar of white linen, irked him.
He had been brought to the Opera House under a misapprehension. His
aunt, the Archduchess Annunciata, had strongly advocated "The Flying
Dutchman," and his English governess, Miss Braithwaite, had read him
some inspiring literature about it. So here he was, and the Flying
Dutchman was not ghostly at all, nor did it fly. It was, from the
royal box, only too plainly a ship which had length and height, without
thickness. And instead of flying, after dreary aeons of singing, it was
moved off on creaky rollers by men whose shadows were thrown grotesquely
on the sea backing.
The orchestra, assisted by a bass solo and intermittent thunder in the
wings, was making a deafening din. One of the shadows on the sea backing
took out its handkerchief and wiped its nose.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto looked across at the other royal box, and
caught his Cousin Hedwig's eye. She also had seen the handkerchief;
she took out her own scrap of linen, and mimicked the shadow. Then, Her
Royal Highness the Archduchess Annunciata being occupied with the storm,
she winked across at Prince Ferdinand William Otto.
In the opposite box were his two cousins, the Princesses Hedwig and
Hilda, attended by Hedwig's lady in waiting. When a princess of the
Court becomes seventeen, she drops governesses and takes to ladies in
waiting. Hedwig was eighteen. The Crown Prince liked Hedwig better than
Hilda. Although she had been introduced formally to the Court at the
Christmas-Eve ball, and had been duly presented by her grandfather,
the King, with the usual string of pearls and her own carriage with the
spokes of the wheels gilded halfway, only the King and Prince Ferdinand
William Otto had all-gold wheels,--she still ran off now and then to
have tea with the Crown Prince and Miss Braithwaite in the schoolroom at
the Palace; and she could eat a great deal of bread-and-butter.
Prince Ferdinand William Otto winked back at the Princess Hedwig. And
just then--"Listen, Otto," said the Archduchess, leaning
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OUR BIRD COMRADES
By
LEANDER S. KEYSER
Author of "Birddom," "In Bird Land,"
and "Birds of the Rockies," etc.
[Frontispiece: American Sparrow-hawk]
Rand, McNally & Company
Chicago New York London
Copyright, 1907
by Rand, McNally & Co.
The Rand-McNally Press
Chicago
_To
ALL WHO LOVE THE BIRDS FOR THEIR
OWN SAKES,
who desire to cultivate comradeship with them in books
and in the field, and who will study them
with the glass and without the gun._
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
To know the birds intimately, to interpret their lives in all their
varied conditions, one must get close to them. For the purpose of
accomplishing this object the author of this volume has gone to their
haunts day after day and watched them persistently at not a little cost
of time, effort, and money. While the limits of a single volume do not
permit him to present all of his observations, it is hoped that those
here offered will be satisfactory as far as they go, and that the
reader will be able to glean from these pages some new as well as
interesting facts relative to bird life.
The writer has had another purpose in view in preparing this book: He
wishes to inspire others, especially the young, to use their eyes and
ears in the study of the enchanting volume of Nature. This object, he
believes, will be best accomplished by furnishing concrete examples of
what may be achieved by earnest research. For purposes of stimulus an
ounce of example is worth a pound of precept. If another sees you and
me doing a thing joyfully, earnestly, we need scarcely say to him, "Go
thou and do likewise."
There is not much in the book that is technical, yet it aims at
scientific accuracy in all of its statements, no bird being described
whose status in the avian system has not been determined. If strange
exploits are sometimes recited, the author has simply to say that he
has been veracious in all of his statements, and that all the stories
are "true bird stories." The author modestly believes that it will not
be found uninteresting to nature lovers in general.
Much of the material included in this volume has previously appeared in
various periodicals, to the publishers of which the writer would hereby
make grateful acknowledgment for their courtesy in waiving their
copyright privileges. A number of the journals are given due credit
elsewhere in the book.
THE AUTHOR.
_THE TABLE OF CONTENTS_
THE PREFACE
THE ILLUSTRATIONS
BEGINNING THE STUDY
MAKING NEW FRIENDS
WILDWOOD MINSTRELS
CHICKADEE WAYS
THE NUTHATCH FAMILY
A FEATHERED PARASITE
A BLUE CANNIBAL
A HANDSOME SCISSORSTAIL
AN ALPINE ROSY FINCH
HAPPENINGS BY THE WAY
ODDS AND ENDS
WAYSIDE OBSERVATIONS
TROUBLE AMONG THE BIRDS
A BIRD'S EDUCATION
ARE BIRDS SINGERS OR WHISTLERS?
BIRD FLIGHT
A BIRD'S FOOT
_THE ILLUSTRATIONS_
AMERICAN SPARROW-HAWK......... _Frontispiece_
CHIPPING SPARROW
YELLOW WARBLER
CHICKADEE
NUTHATCH
BLUE JAY
PEWEE, OR PHOEBE
SONG SPARROW
CARDINAL
WHITE-EYED VIREO
BALTIMORE ORIOLE
BOB-WHITE, OR QUAIL
ROBIN
MEADOW LARK
BARN SWALLOW
SPOTTED SANDPIPER, OR "PEET-WEET"
BEGINNING THE STUDY
Why should not people ride natural history hobbies as well as other
kinds of hobbies? Almost all persons become interested in some special
study, recreation, or pastime, and their choice is not always as
profitable as the selection of a specific branch of nature lore would
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[Illustration: PAUL REVERE AROUSING THE INHABITANTS ALONG THE
ROAD TO LEXINGTON.]
AMERICAN LEADERS
AND HEROES
A PRELIMINARY TEXT-BOOK IN
UNITED STATES HISTORY
BY
WILBUR F. GORDY
PRINCIPAL OF THE NORTH SCHOOL, HARTFORD, CONN.; AUTHOR OF
"A HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES FOR SCHOOLS"; AND
CO-AUTHOR OF "A PATHFINDER IN AMERICAN HISTORY"
_WITH MANY ILLUSTRATIONS AND MAPS_
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1907
COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
[Illustration]
PREFACE
In teaching history to boys and girls from ten to twelve years old
simple material should be used. Children of that age like action. They
crave the dramatic, the picturesque, the concrete, the personal. When
they read about Daniel Boone or Abraham Lincoln they do far more than
admire their hero. By a mysterious, sympathetic process they so identify
themselves with him as to feel that what they see in him is possible for
them. Herein is suggested the ethical value of history. But such ethical
stimulus, be it noted, can come only in so far as actions are translated
into the thoughts and feelings embodied in the actions.
In this process of passing from deeds to the hearts and heads of the
doers the image-forming power plays a leading part. Therefore a special
effort should be made to train the sensuous imagination by furnishing
picturesque and dramatic incidents, and then so skilfully presenting
them that the children may get living pictures. This I have endeavored
to do in the preparation of this historical reader, by making prominent
the personal traits of the heroes and leaders, as they are seen, in
boyhood and manhood alike, in the environment of their every-day home
and social life.
With the purpose of quickening the imagination, questions "To the Pupil"
are introduced at intervals throughout the book, and on almost every
page additional questions of the same kind might be supplied to
advantage. "What picture do you get in that paragraph?" may well be
asked over and over again, as children read the book. If they get clear
and definite pictures, they will be likely to see the past as a living
present, and thus will experience anew the thoughts and feelings of
those who now live only in their words and deeds. The steps in this
vital process are imagination, sympathy, and assimilation.
To the same end the excellent maps and illustrations contribute a
prominent and valuable feature of the book. If, in the elementary stages
of historical reading, the image-forming power is developed, when the
later work in the study of organized history is reached the imagination
can hold the outward event before the mind for the judgment to determine
its inner significance. For historical interpretation is based upon the
inner life quite as much as upon the outward expression of that life in
action.
Attention is called to the fact that while the biographical element
predominates, around the heroes and leaders are clustered typical and
significant events in such a way as to give the basal facts of American
history. It is hoped, therefore, that this little volume will furnish
the young mind some conception of what our history is, and at the same
time stimulate an abiding interest in historical and biographical
reading.
Perhaps it is needless to say that the "Review Outline" may be used in
many ways. It certainly will furnish excellent material for language
work, oral or written. In so using it pupils may well be encouraged to
enlarge the number of topics.
I wish to acknowledge my obligations to Professor William E. Mead, of
Wesleyan University, who has read the manuscript and made invaluable
suggestions; also to my wife, whose interest and assistance have done
much to give the book whatever of merit it may possess.
WILBUR F. GORDY.
HARTFORD, CONN., May 1, 1901.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS AND THE DISCOVERY OF AMERICA, 1
II. HERNANDO DE SOTO AND THE DISCOVERY OF THE MISSISSIPPI, 22
III. SIR WALTER RALEIGH AND THE FIRST ENGLISH ATTEMPTS TO
COLONIZE AMERICA, 31
IV. JOHN SMITH AND THE SETTLEMENT OF JAMESTOWN, 42
V.
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STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
BY
MRS. GODDARD ORPEN
_ILLUSTRATED_
BOSTON
D LOTHROP COMPANY
WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD
COPYRIGHT, 1890,
BY
D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
CONTENTS.
I.
THE REGENT 9
II.
THE ORLOFF 37
III.
LA PELEGRINA 59
IV.
THE KOH-I-NUR 79
V.
THE FRENCH BLUE 111
VI.
THE BRAGANZA 131
VII.
THE BLACK PRINCE'S RUBY 149
VIII.
THE SANCI 177
IX.
THE GREAT MOGUL 198
X.
THE AUSTRIAN YELLOW 218
XI.
A FAMOUS NECKLACE 238
XII.
THE TARA BROOCH AND THE SHRINE OF ST. PATRICK'S BELL 262
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page.
The Regent 14
The Orloff 40
The Koh-i-Nur 83
Koh-i-Nur, as recut 95
Tavernier's Blue Diamond 118
The "Hope Blue" Diamond 119
"Brunswick" Blue Diamond 123
"Hope Blue" Diamond, as mounted 126
The Crown of England 171
The Sanci 183
The Great Mogul 209
The Austrian Yellow 220
Diamond in the rough 229
Diamond after cutting 232
"The Necklace of History" 243
The Tara Brooch 265
St. Patrick's Bell 279
STORIES ABOUT
FAMOUS PRECIOUS STONES
I.
THE REGENT.
Of all the gems which have served to adorn a crown or deck a beauty the
Regent has perhaps had the most remarkable career. Bought, sold, stolen
and lost, it has passed through many hands, always however leaving some
mark of its passage, so that the historian can follow its devious course
with some certainty. From its extraordinary size it has been impossible
to confound it with any other diamond in the world; hence the absence of
those conflicting statements with regard to it which puzzle one at every
turn in the cases of certain other historical jewels.
The first authentic appearance of this diamond in history was in
December, 1701. In that month it was offered for sale by a diamond
merchant named Jamchund to the Governor of Fort St. George near Madras,
Mr. Thomas Pitt, the grandfather of the great Earl of Chatham.
Although, as we shall see later on, the diamond came fairly into the
hands of Mr. Pitt, it had already a taint of blood upon it. I allude to
the nebulous and gloomy story that has drifted down to us along with
this sparkling gem. How far the story is true it is now impossible to
ascertain. The Regent itself alone could throw any light upon the
subject, and that, notwithstanding its myriad rays, it refuses to do.
Tradition says the stone was found by a slave at Partreal, a hundred and
fifty miles south of Golconda. The native princes who worked these
diamond mines were very particular to see that all the large gems should
be reserved to deck their own swarthy persons; hence there were most
stringent regulations for the detection of theft. No person who was not
above suspicion--and who indeed was ever above the suspicion of an
absolute Asiatic prince?--might leave the mines without being thoroughly
examined, inside and out, by means of purgatives, emetics and the like.
Notwithstanding all these precautions however, the Regent was concealed
in a wound made in the calf of the leg of a slave. The inspectors, I
suppose, did not probe the wound deeply enough, for the slave got away
safely with his prize and reached Madras. Alas! poor wretch, it was an
evil day for him when he found the great rough diamond. On seeking out a
purchaser he met with an English skipper who offered him a considerable
sum for it; but on going to the ship, perhaps to get his money, he was
slain and thrown overboard. The skipper then sold the stone to Jamchund
for one thousand pounds ($5000), took to drink and speedily succumbing
to the combined effects of an evil conscience and delirium tremens
hanged himself. Thus twice baptized in blood the great diamond was
fairly launched upon its life of adventure.
And now we come to the authentic part of its history.
Mr. Pitt has left a solemn document under his own hand and seal
recounting his mercantile encounter with the Eastern Jamchund. It would
appear from this notable writing that Mr. Pitt himself had been accused
of stealing the diamond, for he begins with lamentations over the "most
unparalleled villainy of William Fraser Thomas Frederick and Smapa, a
black merchant," who it would seem had sent a paper to Governor Addison
(Mr. Pitt's successor in Madras) intimating that Mr. Pitt had come
unfairly by his treasure. The writer then calls down God to witness to
his truthfulness and invokes His curse upon himself and his children
should he here tell a lie.
After this solemn preamble, Mr. Pitt goes on minutely to describe his
transaction with the diamond merchant; how in the end of 1701 Jamchund,
in company with one Vincaty Chittee, called upon him in order to effect
the sale of a very large diamond. Mr. Pitt, who seems to have been
himself a very considerable trader in precious stones, was appalled at
the sum, two hundred thousand pagodas ($400,000), asked for this
diamond. He accordingly offered thirty thousand pagodas; but Jamchund
went away unable to sacrifice his pebble for such a sum. They haggled
over the matter for two months, meeting several times in the interval.
The Indian merchant made use of the classical expressions of his trade,
as, for example, that it was only to Mr. Pitt that he would sell it for
so insignificant a sum as a hundred thousand pagodas. But all this was
of no avail and they consequently parted again without having effected a
bargain.
[Illustration: THE REGENT: TOP AND SIDE VIEWS.]
Finally Jamchund having resolved to go back into his own country once
more presented himself, always attended by the faithful Vincaty
Chittee, before the Governor, and offered his stone now for fifty
thousand pagodas. Pitt then offered forty-five thousand, thinking that
"if good it must prove a pennyworth." Then Jamchund fell a thousand and
Pitt rose a thousand. Now the bargain seemed pretty near conclusion; but
it often happens that hucksters who have risen or fallen by pounds come
to grief at the last moment over the pence that still separate them, so
these two seemed unable to move further towards a settlement. Mr. Pitt
went into his closet to
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“Keyword” headers, noting the places and subjects mentioned on the page,
have been placed before the most appropriate paragraph.
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[Map:
Index and Railway Map of France]
SOUTH OF FRANCE
EAST HALF
GUIDES BY C. B. BLACK.
SPAS of CHELTENHAM and BATH, with Maps and Plan of BATH. 1s.
TOURIST’S CAR GUIDE in the pleasant Islands of JERSEY, GUERNSEY,
ALDERNEY and SARK. Illustrated with 6 Maps and Plan of the Town of
SAINT HELIER. Second edition. 1s.
CORSICA, with large Map of the Island. 1s.
BELGIUM, including ROTTERDAM, FLUSHING, MIDDELBURG, SCHIEDAM and
LUXEMBOURG. Illustrated by 10 Plans and 5 Maps. 2s. 6d.
NORTH FRANCE, LORRAINE AND ALSACE, including the MINERAL WATERS OF
CONTREXÉVILLE, VITTEL, MARTIGNY, PLOMBIÈRES, LUXEUIL, AIX-LA-CHAPELLE,
etc. Illustrated with 5 Maps and 7 Plans. Third Edition. 2s. 6d.
TOURAINE, NORMANDY and BRITTANY. Illustrated with 14 Maps and 15
Plans. Eighth edition. 5s.
The above two contain the NORTH HALF of France; or France from the
Loire to the North Sea and from the Bay of Biscay to the Rhine.
THE RIVIERA, or the coast of the Mediterranean from MARSEILLES to
LEGHORN, including LUCCA, PISA and FLORENCE. Illustrated with 8 Maps
and 6 Plans. Second edition. 2s. 6d.
FRANCE--SOUTH-EAST HALF--including the whole of the VALLEY OF THE
RHÔNE in France, with the adjacent Departments; the VALLEY OF THE
UPPER LOIRE, with the adjacent Departments; the RIVIERA; the PASSES
between France and Italy; and the Italian towns of TURIN, PIACENZA,
MODENA, BOLOGNA, FLORENCE, LEGHORN and PISA. Illustrated with numerous
Maps and Plans. Fourth edition. 5s.
From “Scotsman,” June 2, 1884.
“_C. B. Black’s Guide-books have a character of their own; and that
character is a good one. Their author has made himself personally
acquainted with the localities with which he deals in a manner in
which only a man of leisure, a lover of travel, and an intelligent
observer of Continental life could afford to do. He does not ‘get up’
the places as a mere hack guide-book writer is often, by the necessity
of the case, compelled to do. Hence he is able to correct common
mistakes, and to supply information on minute points of much interest
apt to be overlooked by the hurried observer._”
The
SOUTH OF FRANCE
EAST HALF
Including the Valleys of
THE RHÔNE, DRÔME AND DURANCE
The BATHS of
VICHY, ROYAT, AIX, MONT-DORE AND BOURBOULE
The Whole of the
RIVIERA FROM CETTE TO LEGHORN
With the Inland Towns of
TURIN, BOLOGNA, PARMA, FLORENCE AND PISA
and
THE PASSES BETWEEN FRANCE AND ITALY
Illustrated with Maps and Plans
FOURTH EDITION
C. B. BLACK
EDINBURGH: ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK
1885
_Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh_.
PREFACE.
This Guide-book consists of _Routes_ which follow the course of the main
Railways. To adapt these Routes as far as possible to the requirements
of every one the Branch
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CONISTON
By Winston Churchill
BOOK 2.
CHAPTER IX
When William Wetherell and Cynthia had reached the last turn in the road
in Northcutt's woods, quarter of a mile from Coniston, they met the nasal
Mr. Samuel Price driving silently in the other direction. The word
"silently" is used deliberately, because to Mr. Price appertained a
certain ghostlike quality of flitting, and to Mr. Price's horse and wagon
likewise. He drew up for a brief moment when he saw Wetherell.
"Wouldn't hurry back if I was you, Will."
"Why not?"
Mr. Price leaned out of the wagon.
"Bije has come over from Clovelly to spy around a little mite."
It was evident from Mr. Price's manner that he regarded the storekeeper
as a member of the reform party.
"What did he say, Daddy?" asked Cynthia, as Wetherell stood staring after
the flitting buggy in bewilderment.
"I haven't the faintest idea, Cynthia," answered her father, and they
walked on.
"Don't you know who 'Bije' is?
"No," said her father, "and I don't care."
It was almost criminal ignorance for a man who lived in that part of the
country not to know Bijah Bixby of Clovelly, who was paying a little
social visit to Coniston that day on his way home from the state
capital,--tending, as it were, Jethro's flock. Still, Wetherell must be
excused because he was an impractical literary man with troubles of his
own. But how shall we chronicle Bijah's rank and precedence in the Jethro
army, in which there are neither shoulder-straps nor annual registers? To
designate him as the Chamberlain of that hill Rajah, the Honorable Heth
Sutton, would not be far out of the way. The Honorable Heth, whom we all
know and whom we shall see presently, is the man of substance and of
broad acres in Clovelly: Bijah merely owns certain mortgages in that
town, but he had created the Honorable Heth (politically) as surely as
certain prime ministers we could name have created their sovereigns. The
Honorable Heth was Bijah's creation, and a grand creation he was, as no
one will doubt when they see him.
Bijah--as he will not hesitate to tell you--took Heth down in his pocket
to the Legislature, and has more than once delivered him, in certain
blocks of five and ten, and four and twenty, for certain considerations.
The ancient Song of Sixpence applies to Bijah, but his pocket was
generally full of proxies instead of rye, and the Honorable Heth was
frequently one of the four and twenty blackbirds. In short, Bijah was the
working bee, and the Honorable Heth the ornamental drone.
I do not know why I have dwelt so long on such a minor character as
Bijah, except that the man fascinates me. Of all the lieutenants in the
state, his manners bore the closest resemblance to those of Jethro Bass.
When he walked behind Jethro in the corridors of the Pelican, kicking up
his heels behind, he might have been taken for Jethro's shadow. He was of
a good height and size, smooth-shaven, with little eyes that kindled, and
his mouth moved not at all when he spoke: unlike Jethro, he "used"
tobacco.
When Bijah had driven into Coniston village and hitched his wagon to the
rail, he went direct to the store. Chester Perkins and others were
watching him with various emotions from the stoop, and Bijah took a seat
in the midst of them, characteristically engaging in conversation without
the usual conventional forms of greeting, as if he had been there all
day.
"H-how much did you git for your wool, Chester--h-how much?"
"Guess you hain't here to talk about wool, Bije," said Chester, red with
anger.
"Kind of neglectin' the farm lately, I hear," observed Bijah.
"Jethro Bass sent you up to find out how much I was neglectin' it,"
retorted Chester, throwing all caution to the winds.
"Thinkin' of upsettin' Jethro, be you? Thinkin' of upsettin' Jethro?"
remarked Bije, in a genial tone.
"Folks in Clovelly hain't got nothin' to do with it, if I am," said
Chester.
"Leetle early for campaignin', Chester, leetle early."
"We do our campaignin' when we're a mind to."
Bijah looked around.
"Well, that's funny. I could have took oath I seed Rias Richardson here."
There was a deep silence.
"And Sam Price," continued Bijah, in pretended astonishment, "wahn't he
settin' on the edge of the stoop when I drove up?"
Another silence, broken only by the enraged breathing of Chester, who was
unable to retort. Moses Hatch laughed. The discreet departure of these
gentlemen certainly had its comical side.
"Rias as indoostrious as ever, Mose?" inquired Bijah.
"He has his busy times," said Mose, grinning broadly.
"
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TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER
or
The Quickest Flight on Record
By
VICTOR APPLETON
CONTENTS
I The Prize Offer
II Mr. Swift Is Ill
III The Plans Disappear
IV Anxious Days
V Building the Sky Racer
VI Andy Foger Will Contest
VII Seeking a Clue
VIII The Empty Shed
IX A Trial Flight
X A Midnight Intruder
XI Tom Is Hurt
XII Miss Nestor Calls
XIII A Clash with Andy
XIV The Great Test
XV A Noise in the Night
XVI A Mysterious Fire
XVII Mr. Swift Is Worse
XVIII The Broken Bridge
XIX A Nervy Specialist
XX Just in Time
XXI "Will He Live?"
XXII Off to the Meet
XXIII The Great Race
XXIV Won by a Length
XXV Home Again--Conclusion
TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER
Chapter One
The Prize Offer
"Is this Tom Swift, the inventor of several airships?"
The man who had rung the bell glanced at the youth who answered his
summons.
"Yes, I'm Tom Swift," was the reply. "Did you wish to see me?"
"I do. I'm Mr. James Gunmore, secretary of the Eagle Park Aviation
Association. I had some correspondence with you about a prize contest
we are going to hold. I believe--"
"Oh, yes, I remember now," and the young inventor smiled pleasantly as
he opened wider the door of his home. "Won't you come in? My father
will be glad to see you. He is as much interested in airships as I am."
And Tom led the way to the library, where the secretary of the aviation
society was soon seated in a big, comfortable leather chair.
"I thought we could do better, and perhaps come to some decision more
quickly, if I came to see you, than if we corresponded," went on Mr.
Gunmore. "I hope I haven't disturbed you at any of your inventions,"
and the secretary smiled at the youth.
"No. I'm through for to-day," replied Tom. "I'm glad to see you. I
thought at first it was my chum, Ned Newton. He generally runs over in
the evening."
"Our society, as I wrote you, Mr. Swift, is planning to hold a very
large and important aviation meet at Eagle Park, which is a suburb of
Westville, New York State. We expect to have all the prominent
'bird-men' there, to compete for prizes, and your name was mentioned. I
wrote to you, as you doubtless recall, asking if you did not care to
enter."
"And I think I wrote you that my big aeroplane-dirigible, the Red
Cloud, was destroyed in Alaska, during a recent trip we made to the
caves of ice there, after gold," replied Tom.
"Yes, you did," admitted Mr. Gunmore, "and while our committee was very
sorry to hear that, we hoped you might have some other air craft that
you could enter at our meet. We want to make it as complete as
possible, and we all feel that it would not be so unless we had a Swift
aeroplane there."
"It's very kind of you to say so," remarked Tom, "but since my big
craft was destroyed I really have nothing I could enter."
"Haven't you an aeroplane of any kind? I made this trip especially to
get you to enter. Haven't you anything in which you could compete for
the prizes? There are several to be offered, some for distance flights,
some for altitude, and the largest, ten thousand dollars, for the
speediest craft. Ten thousand dollars is the grand prize, to be awarded
for the quickest flight on record."
"I surely would like to try for that," said Tom, "but the only craft I
have is a small monoplane, the Butterfly, I call it, and while it is
very speedy, there have been such advances made in aeroplane
construction since I made mine that I fear I would be distanced if I
raced in her. And I wouldn't like that."
"No," agreed Mr. Gunmore. "I suppose not. Still, I do wish we could
induce you to enter. I don't mind telling you that we consider you a
drawing-card. Can't we induce you, some way?"
"I'm afraid not. I haven't any machine which--"
"Look here!" exclaimed the secretary eagerly. "Why can't you build a
special aeroplane to enter in the next meet? You'll have plenty of
time, as
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THE PACE THAT KILLS
A Chronicle
By EDGAR SALTUS
"_Pourquoi la mort? Dites, plutot, pourquoi la vie?_"
--RADUSSON
CHICAGO, NEW YORK, AND SAN FRANCISCO
BELFORD, CLARKE & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
London: H. J. DRANE, Lovell's Court, Paternoster Row
Copyright, 1889,
BY EDGAR SALTUS.
TO
JOHN A. RUTHERFURD.
NEW YORK, _June 10, 1889_.
PART I.
I.
"I wish you a happy New Year, sir."
It was the servant, green of livery, the yellow waistcoat slashed with
black, bearing the coffee and fruit.
"Put it there, please," Roland answered. And then, in recognition of the
salutation, he added, "Thanks: the same to you."
"H'm," he mused, as the man withdrew, "I ought to have tipped him, I
suppose."
He leaned from the bed, poured some milk into a cup, and for a second
nibbled at a slice of iced orange. Through the transom came a faint odor
of home-made bread, and with it the rustle of a gown and a girl's clear
laugh. The room itself was small. It was furnished in a fashion which
was unsuggestive of an hotel, and yet did not resemble that of a
private house. The curtain had been already drawn. Beyond was a lake,
very blue in the sunlight, bulwarked by undulant hills. Below, on the
road, a dogcart fronted by a groom was awaiting somebody's pleasure.
"It is late," he reflected, and raised a napkin to his lips. As he did
so he noticed a package of letters which the napkin must have concealed.
He took up the topmost and eyed it. It had been addressed to the
Athenaeum Club, Fifth Avenue; but the original direction was erased, and
Tuxedo Park inserted in its stead. On the upper left-hand corner the
impress of a firm of tailors shone in blue. Opposite was the engraving
of a young woman supported by 2-1/2_d._ He put it down again and glanced
at the others. The superscriptions were characterless enough; each bore
a foreign stamp, and to one as practised as was he, each bore the token
of the dun.
"If they keep on bothering me like this," he muttered, "I shall
certainly place the matter in the hands of my attorney." And thereat,
with the air of a man who had said something insultingly original, he
laughed aloud, swallowed some coffee, and dashed his head in the pillow.
In and out of the corners of his mouth a smile still played; but
presently his fancy must have veered, for the muscles of his lips
compressed, and as he lay there, the arms clasped behind the head, the
pink silk of his sleeves framing and tinting his face, and in the eyes
the expression of one prepared to meet Fate and outwit it, a possible
observer who could have chanced that way would have sat himself down to
study and risen up perplexed.
Anyone who was at Columbia ten years ago will remember Roland
Mistrial,--Roland Mistrial 3d, if you please,--and will recall the wave
of bewilderment which swept the campus when that young gentleman, on the
eve of graduation, popularity on one side and honors on the other,
suddenly, without so much as a p. p. c., left everything where it was
and betook himself to other shores. The flight was indeed erratic, and
numerous were the rumors which it excited; but Commencement was at hand,
other issues were to be considered, bewilderment subsided as
bewilderment ever does, the college dispersed, and when it assembled
again the Mistrial mystery, though unelucidated, was practically forgot.
In the neighborhood of Washington Square, however, on the northwest
corner of Tenth Street and Fifth Avenue to be exact, there were others
whose memories were more retentive. Among them was Roland's grandfather,
himself a graduate, founder of the Mistrial fellowship, and judge of the
appellate court. And there was Roland's father, a graduate too, a
gentleman widely respected, all the more so perhaps because he had run
for the governor
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Is the Devil a Myth?
By C. F. WIMBERLY
_Author of "The Vulture's Claw," "New Clothes for
the Old Man," "The Cry in the Night," "The
Winepress," "The Lost Legacy," Etc., Etc._
NEW YORK CHICAGO TORONTO
Fleming H. Revell Company
LONDON AND EDINBURGH
Copyright, 1913, by
FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
New York: 158 Fifth Avenue
Chicago: 17 North Wabash Ave.
London: 21 Paternoster Square
Edinburgh: 75 Princes Street
_With the fondest recollections and
appreciation of one, "in age and
feebleness extreme," who taught me
the first lessons about the Being of
these studies; one who contributed
her all to the rearing of noble ideals,
MARTHA M. WIMBERLY,
My Mother,
this book is lovingly dedicated by
the Author_
Preface
It is the writer's firm conviction, in these days when the most
enthusiastic "bookworm" cannot even keep up with the titles of the book
output, that an earnest, sensible reason should be given for adding
another to the already endless list of books. We have enough books to-day,
"good, bad, indifferent," with which, if they were collected, to build
another Cyclops pyramid. The sage of the Old Testament declared in his
day, concerning the endless making of books; such a statement, compared
with modern
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[Illustration]
TREAT 'EM ROUGH
LETTERS FROM
JACK THE KAISER KILLER
_By_
RING W. LARDNER
AUTHOR OF
My Four Weeks in France, Gullible's Travels, Etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY
FRANK CRERIE
INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT 1913
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO. BOOK MANUFACTURERS BROOKLYN, N.Y.
[Illustration]
JACK THE KAISER KILLER
CAMP GRANT, Sept. 23.
_FRIEND AL:_ Well Al I am writeing this in the recreation room at our
barracks and they's about 20 other of the boys write
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[Illustration: "And sing to the praise of the Doll"]
_CHILDREN'S CRIMSON SERIES_
PINAFORE PALACE
BY
KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
AND
NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
_Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company_
* * * * *
PREFACE
TO THE MOTHER
_"A Court as of angels,
A public not to be bribed,
Not to be entreated,
Not to be overawed."_
_Such is the audience--in long clothes or short frocks, in pinafores
or kilts, or in the brief trousers that bespeak the budding man--such
is the crowing, laughing court, the toddling public that awaits these
verses._
_Every home, large or small, poor or rich, that has a child in it, is
a Pinafore Palace, and we have borrowed the phrase from one of
childhood's most whimsical and devoted poets-laureate, thinking no
other words would so well express our meaning._
_If the two main divisions of the book--"The Royal Baby" and "Little
Prince and Princess"--should seem to you a trifle sentimental it will
be because you forget for the moment the gayety and humor of the
title with its delightful assumptions of regal dignity and state.
Granted the Palace itself, everything else falls easily into line, and
if you cannot readily concede the royal birth and bearing of your
neighbor's child you will see nothing strange in thinking of your own
nursling as little prince or princess, and so you will be able to
accept gracefully the sobriquet of Queen Mother, which is yours by the
same invincible logic!_
_Oh, yes, we allow that instead of being gravely editorial in our
attitude, we have played with the title, as well as with all the
sub-titles and classifications, feeling that it was the next
pleasantest thing to playing with the babies themselves. It was so
delightful to re-read the well-loved rhymes of our own childhood and
try to find others worthy to put beside them; so delicious to imagine
the hundreds of young mothers who would meet their old favorites in
these particular pages; and so inspiring to think of the thousands of
new babies whose first hearing of nursery classics would be associated
with this red-covered volume, that we found ourselves in a joyous mood
which we hope will be contagious. Nothing is surer than that a certain
gayety of heart and mind constitute the most wholesome climate for
young children. "The baby whose mother has not charmed him in his
cradle with rhyme and song has no enchanting dreams; he is not gay and
he will never be a great musician," so runs the old Swiss saying._
_Youthful mothers, beautifully and properly serious about their
strange new duties and responsibilities, need not fear that Mother
Goose is anything but healthful nonsense. She holds a place all her
own, and the years that have rolled over her head (some of the rhymes
going back to the sixteenth century) only give her a firmer footing
among the immortals. There are no real substitutes for her unique
rhymes, neither can they be added to nor imitated; for the world
nowadays is seemingly too sophisticated to frame just this sort of
merry, light-hearted, irresponsible verse which has mellowed with the
years. "These ancient rhymes," says Andrew Lang, "are smooth stones
from the brook of time, worn round by constant friction of tongues
long silent."_
_Nor is your use of this "light literature of the infant scholar" in
the nursery without purpose or value. You are developing ear, mind,
and heart, and laying a foundation for a later love of the best things
in poetry. Whatever else we may do or leave undone, if we wish to
widen the spiritual horizon of our children let us not close the
windows on the emotional and imaginative sides. "There is in every one
of us a poet whom the man has outlived." Do not let the poetic
instinct die of inanition; keep it alive in the child by feeding his
youthful ardor, strengthening his insight, guarding the sensitiveness
and delicacy of his early impressions, and cherishing the fancies that
are indeed "the trailing clouds of glory" he brings with him "from God
who is his home."_
_The rhythm of verse will charm his senses even in his baby days;
later on he will feel the beauty of some exquisite lyric phrase as
keenly as you do, for the ear will have been opened and will be
satisfied only with what is finest and best._
_The second division of the book "Little Prince and Princess" will
take the children out of the nursery into the garden, the farmyard,
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[Illustration]
THE ILLUSTRATIONS ENGRAVED BY DALZIEL BROTHERS.
THE COLOURED PLATES BY KRONHEIM & CO.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
COMIC INSECTS.
BY
The Rev. F. A. S. REID, M.A.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
BY
BERRY F. BERRY.
[Illustration]
LONDON:
FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.,
BEDFORD STREET, STRAND.
[Illustration: Camden Press
DALZIEL BROTHERS
ENGRAVERS & PRINTERS]
CONTENTS.
PAGE
THE CATERPILLAR 1
THE MOTH 7
THE SNAIL 13
THE BEE 19
THE BLACK-BEETLE 25
THE SPIDER 31
[Illustration]
[Illustration: PREFACE]
OH, wonder I much what this book contains!
Can Insects talk, and do they have brains?
I always thought that these queer little things
Were made up entirely of legs, wings, and stings.
A Black-Beetle teach me! And what, Bumble-Bee,
In all the wide world can you say unto me?
And surely a Caterpillar never has read?
With green leaves for books, he would eat them instead;
While neither a Moth nor a Spider could tell
How a pen should be held, or correctly could spell.
And as for poor Snailey,--it's more than absurd,
He never could read a one-syllable word!
But I've heard of the School Board, and now it's appalling
To think that a Moth or a Snail may be calling
And telling me too, as their little eyes glisten,
Their funny wee lessons, if only I'll listen.
* * * * *
Yes! they talk in a language that all is their own,
And here into English you'll find it has grown;
Where pictures will shew, and the rhymes they will say,
How Insects can work, talk, and laugh, and be gay.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: INTRODUCTION]
COMIC INSECTS.
How queer a procession is passing this way,
Of insects all talking; come, hear what they say!
The sight is as strange as their words they are true,
And you'll laugh as they offer their lessons to you.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: "_Led astray._"]
THE CATERPILLAR.
I'M a Caterpillar green,
Not the prettiest you have seen,
And my Chrysalis I enter rather loth;
Though I know that in the spring
I shall rise on feathered wing
In the costume of a fascinating Moth.
[Illustration: "_I'm a Caterpillar green._"]
Little likeness you will spy,
With the cleverest little eye,
'Twixt your green-coated friend of to-day
And the airy form that sails
When the golden sunlight pales,
And the owl flies abroad for his prey.
[Illustration: "_And my Chrysalis I enter rather loth._"]
Yet the same we are indeed,
Though the riddle's hard to read,
One, the Moth and the Caterpillar green;
And still stranger things than this,
Which no little one should miss,
In the Picture Book of Nature can be seen.
[Illustration: "_If you'll only deign to lend your ear._"]
So I think, my little friend,
If you'll only deign to lend
Your ear to these few words that I say,
Ne'er again will you rely
For convictions on the eye,
As appearances have often led astray.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: "_Oh, what a beautiful Moth am I._"]
THE MOTH.
OH, what a beautiful Moth am I!
Colours so gay, and sparkling each eye,
Nobody ever would guess, I ween,
I once was a Caterpillar all in green.
[Illustration: "_With silver and gold I have decked me too._"]
I've taken me feathers of brightest hue,
With silver and gold I have decked me too:
No, no! you never would guess, I ween,
I once was a Caterpillar all in green.
With a tardy foot no longer I crawl
'Neath the shady leaves, or on ivied wall;
But, joyously floating in airy height,
I wander abroad in the pale moonlight;
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HAND AND RING
by
ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
* * * * *
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
=The Leavenworth Case.= A LAWYER'S STORY. 16mo, cloth,
$1.00; paper, 50 cents; 4to, paper 20
=A Strange Disappearance.= 16mo, cloth, $1.00; paper 50
=The Sword of Damocles.= 16mo, cloth, $1.00; paper 50
=X. Y. Z.= A DETECTIVE STORY. 16mo, paper 25
=The Defence of the Bride, and other Poems.= Square,
8vo., flexible cloth 1 00
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS, PUBLISHERS,
NEW YORK AND LONDON.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "'Look out,' cried the detective, 'or you will get
yourself into trouble,' and he tightened his grip on the old creature's
arm."--(Page 43.) (_Frontispiece_.)]
HAND AND RING
by
ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
Author of "The Leavenworth Case", "The Sword of Damocles", "The
Defense of the Bride" Etc., Etc.
"For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
with most miraculous organ."
G. P. Putnam's Sons
New York: 27 & 29 West 23d Street
London: 25 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden
1883
Copyright by
Anna Katharine Green
1883
Press of
G. P. Putnam's Sons
New York
CONTENTS.
_BOOK I._
THE GENTLEMAN FROM TOLEDO.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. A Startling Coincidence 1
II. An Appeal to Heaven 17
III. The Unfinished Letter 31
IV. Imogene 49
V. Horace Byrd 67
VI. The Skill of an Artist 85
VII. Miss Firman 95
VIII. The Thick-set Man 115
IX. Close Calculations 128
X. The Final Test 146
XI. Decision 162
_BOOK II._
THE WEAVING OF A WEB.
XII. The Spider 168
XIII. The Fly 175
XIV. A Last Attempt 189
XV. The End of a Tortuous Path 199
XVI. Storm 205
XVII. A Surprise 213
XVIII. A Brace of Detectives 214
XIX. Mr. Ferris 233
XX. A Crisis 245
XXI. A Heart's Martyrdom 258
XXII. Craik Mansell 264
XXIII. Mr. Orcutt 278
XXIV. A True Bill 299
XXV. Among Telescopes and Charts 306
XXVI. "He Shall Hear Me!" 313
_BOOK III._
THE SCALES OF JUSTICE.
XXVII. The Great Trial 315
XXVIII. The Chief Witness for the Prosecution 322
XXIX. The Opening of the Defence 350
XXX. Byrd Uses his Pencil Again 356
XXXI. The Chief Witness for the Defence 369
XXXII. Hickory 383
XXXIII. A Late Discovery 392
XXXIV. What Was Hid Behind Imogene's Veil 411
XXXV. Pro and Con 436
XXXVI. A Mistake Rectified 465
XXXVII. Under the Great Tree 475
XXXVIII. Unexpected Words 502
XXXIX. Mr. Gryce 516
XL. In the Prison 529
XLI. A Link Supplied 555
XLII. Consultations 568
XLIII. Mrs. Firman 573
XLIV. The Widow Clemmens 587
XLV. Mr. Gryce Says Good-bye 600
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE
"'Look out,' cried the detective, 'or you will get yourself
into trouble,' and he tightened his grip on the old
creature's arm." _Frontispiece_
"Taking her hand in his, he looked at her long and
searchingly. 'Imogene,' he exclaimed, 'there is
something weighing on your heart.'" 58
"He paused, sick and horror-stricken. Her face had risen
upon him from the back of the chair, and was staring
at him like that of a Medusa." 252
Diagram 364
"The curtains parted and disclosed the form of Imogene.
'I am coming,' she murmured, and stepped forth." 402
NOTE.--A portion of these illustrations originally
appeared in _Frank Leslie's Illustrated
Newspaper_, and have been used in this volume
through the courtesy of Mrs. Leslie.
HAND AND RING.
BOOK I.
THE GENTLEMAN FROM TOLEDO.
I.
A STARTLING COINCIDENCE.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
--MACBETH.
THE town clock of Sibley had just struck twelve. Court had adjourned,
and Judge Evans, with one or two of the leading lawyers of the county,
stood in the door-way of the court-house discussing in a friendly way
the eccentricities of criminals as developed in the case then before the
court. Mr. Lord had just ventured the assertion that crime as a fine art
was happily confined to France; to which District Attorney Ferris had
replied:
"And why? Because atheism has not yet acquired such a hold upon our
upper classes that gentlemen think it possible to meddle with such
matters. It is only when a student, a doctor, a lawyer, determines to
put aside from his path the secret stumbling-block to his desires or
his ambition that the true intellectual crime is developed. That brute
whom you see slouching along over the way is the type of the average
criminal of the day."
And he indicated with a nod a sturdy, ill-favored man, who,
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Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
A superscript is denoted by ^x or ^{x}; for example, und^r or 19^{th}.
Obvious typographical errors 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.
[Illustration:
BY COMMAND OF His late Majesty WILLIAM THE IV^{TH}.
_and under the Patronage of_
Her Majesty the Queen
HISTORICAL RECORDS,
_OF THE_
British Army
_Comprising the
History of every Regiment
IN HER MAJESTY'S SERVICE._
_By Richard Cannon Esq^{re}._
_Adjutant Generals Office, Horse Guards._
London
_Printed by Authority_:
1837.
_Silvester & C^o. 27 Strand._
HISTORICAL RECORDS
OF THE
BRITISH ARMY.
PREPARED FOR PUBLICATION UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE
ADJUTANT-GENERAL.
THE FOURTH,
OR
ROYAL IRISH REGIMENT OF DRAGOON GUARDS.
LONDON:
Printed by WILLIAM CLOWES and SONS,
14, Charing Cross.
GENERAL ORDERS.
_HORSE-GUARDS,
1st January, 1836._
His Majesty has been pleased to command, that, with a view of doing
the fullest justice to Regiments, as well as to Individuals who have
distinguished themselves by their Bravery in Action with the Enemy,
an Account of the Services of every Regiment in the British Army
shall be published under the superintendence and direction of the
Adjutant-General; and that this Account shall contain the following
particulars: _viz._,
---- The Period and Circumstances of the Original Formation of
the Regiment; The Stations at which it has been from time to time
employed; The Battles, Sieges, and other Military Operations,
in which it has been engaged, particularly specifying any
Achievement it may have performed, and the Colours, Trophies,
&c., it may have captured from the Enemy.
---- The Names of the Officers and the number of Non-Commissioned
Officers and Privates, Killed or Wounded by the Enemy, specifying
the Place and Date of the Action.
---- The Names of those Officers, who, in consideration of their
Gallant Services and Meritorious Conduct in Engagements with the
Enemy, have been distinguished with Titles, Medals, or other
Marks of His Majesty's gracious favour.
---- The Names of all such Officers, Non-Commissioned Officers
and Privates as may have specially signalized themselves in
Action.
And,
---- The Badges and Devices which the Regiment may have been
permitted to bear, and the Causes on account of which such Badges
or Devices, or any other Marks of Distinction, have been granted.
By Command of the Right Honourable
GENERAL LORD HILL,
_Commanding-in-Chief_.
JOHN MACDONALD,
_Adjutant-General_.
PREFACE.
The character and credit of the British Army must chiefly depend upon
the zeal and ardour, by which all who enter into its service are
animated, and consequently it is of the highest importance that any
measure calculated to excite the spirit of emulation, by which alone
great and gallant actions are achieved, should be adopted.
Nothing can more fully tend to the accomplishment of this desirable
object, than a full display of the noble deeds with which the
Military History of our country abounds. To hold forth these bright
examples to the imitation of the youthful soldier, and thus to incite
him to emulate the meritorious conduct of those who have preceded him
in their honourable career, are among the motives that have given
rise to the present publication.
The operations of the British Troops are, indeed, announced in the
'London Gazette,' from whence they are transferred into the public
prints: the achievements of our armies are thus made known at the
time of their occurrence, and receive the tribute of praise and
admiration to which they are entitled. On extraordinary occasions,
the Houses of Parliament have been in the habit of conferring on the
Commanders, and the Officers and Troops acting under their orders,
expressions of approbation and of thanks for their skill and bravery,
and these testimonials, confirmed by the high honour of their
Sovereign's Approbation, constitute the reward which the soldier most
highly prizes.
It has not, however, until late years, been the practice (which
appears to have long prevailed in some of the Continental armies)
for British Regiments
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CHETWYND CALVERLEY
By William Harrison Ainsworth,
Author Of “Constable Of The Tower,”
“Lord Mayor Of London,”
“The Tower Of London,”
“Cardinal Pole,” Etc.
New Edition.
Chapman And Hall, 193 Piccadilly. 1877.
CHETWYND CALVERLEY.
INTRODUCTION.--THE YOUNG STEPMOTHER.
I. OUSELCROFT.
|One summer evening, Mildred Calverley, accounted the prettiest girl in
Cheshire, who had been seated in the drawing-room of her father's house,
Ouselcroft, near Daresbury, vainly trying to read, passed out from the
open French window, and made her way towards two magnificent cedars of
Lebanon, at the farther end of the lawn.
She was still pacing the lawn with distracted steps, when a well-known
voice called out to her, and a tall figure emerged from the shade of the
cedars, and Mildred uttered a cry of mingled surprise and delight.
“Is that you, Chetwynd?”
“Ay I don't you know your own brother, Mildred?”
And as they met, they embraced each other affectionately.
“Have you been here long, Chetwynd?” she asked. “Why didn't you come
into the house?”
“I didn't know whether I should be welcome, Mildred. Tell me how all is
going on?”
“Then you have not received my letters, addressed to Bellagio and Milan?
I wrote to tell you that papa is very seriously ill, and begged you to
return immediately. Did you get the letters?”
“No; in fact, I have heard nothing at all from any one of you, directly
nor indirectly, for more than two months.”
“How extraordinary! But how can the letters have miscarried?”
“I might give a guess, but you would think me unjustly suspicious. Is my
father really ill, Mildred?”
“Really very seriously ill. About a month ago he caught a bad cold, and
has never since been able to shake it off. Doctor Spencer, who has been
attending him the whole time, didn't apprehend any danger at first; but
now he almost despairs of papa's recovery.”
“Gracious heaven!” exclaimed the young man; “I didn't expect to be
greeted by this sad intelligence!”
“You have only just come in time to see papa alive! Within the last few
days a great change for the worse has taken place in him. Mamma has been
most attentive, and has scarcely ever left him.”
“She is acting her part well, it seems,” cried Chetwynd, bitterly. “But
don't call her mamma when you speak of her to me, Mildred. Let it be
Mrs. Calverley, if you please.”
“I don't wish to pain you, Chetwynd, but I must tell you the truth. Mrs.
Calverley, as you desire me to call her, has shown the greatest devotion
to her husband, and Doctor Spencer cannot speak too highly of her. She
has had a great deal to go through, I assure you. Since his illness,
poor papa has been very irritable and fretful, and would have tried
anybody's patience--but she has an angelic temper.”
“You give her an excellent character, Mildred,” he remarked, in a
sceptical tone.
“I give her the character she deserves, Chetwynd. Everybody will tell
you the same thing. All the servants idolise her. You know what my
opinion of her is, and how dearly I love her. She is quite a model of a
wife.”
“Don't speak of her in those rapturous terms to me, Mildred, unless you
desire to drive me away. I can't bear it. I wish to think kindly of
my father now. He has caused me much unhappiness, but I forgive him. I
never can forgive _her_.”
“I own you have a good deal to complain of, Chetwynd, and I have always
pitied you.”
“You are the only person who does pity me, I fancy, Mildred. It is not
often that a man is robbed of his intended bride by his own father.
It is quite true that Teresa and I had quarrelled, and that my father
declared if I didn't marry her, he would marry her himself. But I didn't
expect he would put his threats into execution--still less that she
would accept him. I didn't know the fickleness of your sex.”
“It is entirely your own fault, Chetwynd, that this has happened,” said
his sister. “But I know how much you have suffered in consequence of
your
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PELLUCIDAR
By
Edgar Rice Burroughs
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
PROLOGUE
I LOST ON PELLUCIDAR
II TRAVELING WITH TERROR
III SHOOTING THE CHUTES--AND AFTER
IV FRIENDSHIP AND TREACHERY
V SURPRISES
VI A PENDENT WORLD
VII FROM PLIGHT TO PLIGHT
VIII CAPTIVE
IX HOOJA'S CUTTHROATS APPEAR
X THE RAID ON THE CAVE-PRISON
XI ESCAPE
XII KIDNAPED!
XIII RACING FOR LIFE
XIV GORE AND DREAMS
XV CONQUEST AND PEACE
PROLOGUE
Several years had elapsed since I had found the opportunity to do any
big-game hunting; for at last I had my plans almost perfected for a
return to my old stamping-grounds in northern Africa, where in other
days I had had excellent sport in pursuit of the king of beasts.
The date of my departure had been set; I was to leave in two weeks. No
schoolboy counting the lagging hours that must pass before the
beginning of "long vacation" released him to the delirious joys of the
summer camp could have been filled with greater impatience or keener
anticipation.
And then came a letter that started me for Africa twelve days ahead of
my schedule.
Often am I in receipt of letters from strangers who have found
something in a story of mine to commend or to condemn. My interest in
this department of my correspondence is ever fresh. I opened this
particular letter with all the zest of pleasurable anticipation with
which I had opened so many others. The post-mark (Algiers) had aroused
my interest and curiosity, especially at this time, since it was
Algiers that was presently to witness the termination of my coming sea
voyage in search of sport and adventure.
Before the reading of that letter was completed lions and lion-hunting
had fled my thoughts, and I was in a state of excitement bordering upon
frenzy.
It--well, read it yourself, and see if you, too, do not find food for
frantic conjecture, for tantalizing doubts, and for a great hope.
Here it is:
DEAR SIR: I think that I have run across one of the most remarkable
coincidences in modern literature. But let me start at the beginning:
I am, by profession, a wanderer upon the face of the earth. I have no
trade--nor any other occupation.
My father bequeathed me a competency; some remoter ancestors lust to
roam. I have combined the two and invested them carefully and without
extravagance.
I became interested in your story, At the Earth's Core, not so much
because of the probability of the tale as of a great and abiding wonder
that people should be paid real money for writing such impossible
trash. You will pardon my candor, but it is necessary that you
understand my mental attitude toward this particular story--that you
may credit that which follows.
Shortly thereafter I started for the Sahara in search of a rather rare
species of antelope that is to be found only occasionally within a
limited area at a certain season of the year. My chase led me far from
the haunts of man.
It was a fruitless search, however, in so far as antelope is concerned;
but one night as I lay courting sleep at the edge of a little cluster
of date-palms that surround an ancient well in the midst of the arid,
shifting sands, I suddenly became conscious of a strange sound coming
apparently from the earth beneath my head.
It was an intermittent ticking!
No reptile or insect with which I am familiar reproduces any such
notes. I lay for an hour--listening intently.
At last my curiosity got the better of me. I arose, lighted my lamp
and commenced to investigate.
My bedding lay upon a rug stretched directly upon the warm sand. The
noise appeared to be coming from beneath the rug. I raised it, but
found nothing--yet, at intervals, the sound continued.
I dug into the sand with the point of my hunting-knife. A few inches
below the surface of the sand I encountered a solid substance that had
the feel of wood beneath the sharp steel.
Excavating about it, I unearthed a small wooden box. From this
receptacle issued the strange sound that I had heard.
How had it come here?
What did it contain?
In attempting to lift it from its burying place I discovered that it
seemed to be held fast by means of a very small insulated cable running
farther into the sand beneath it.
My first impulse was to drag the thing loose by main strength; but
fortunately I thought better of this and fell to examining the box. I
soon saw that it was covered by a hinged lid, which was held closed by
a simple screwhook and eye.
It took but a moment to loosen this and raise the cover, when, to my
utter astonishment, I discovered an ordinary telegraph instrument
clicking away within.
"What in the world,"
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THE
ELEMENTS OF GEOLOGY;
ADAPTED TO THE USE OF
SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES.
BY
JUSTIN R. LOOMIS,
PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY AND GEOLOGY IN WATERVILLE COLLEGE.
WITH NUMEROUS ILLUSTRATIONS.
BOSTON:
GOULD AND LINCOLN,
59 WASHINGTON STREET.
1852
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1852,
By GOULD & LINCOLN,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
Massachusetts.
Stereotyped by
HOBART & ROBBINS,
BOSTON.
PRESS OF G. C. RAND, CORNHILL, BOSTON.
PREFACE
In preparing the following work, it was intended to present a systematic
and somewhat complete statement of the principles of Geology, within
such limits that they may be thoroughly studied in the time usually
allotted to this science.
A sufficient number of leading facts has been introduced to enable the
learner to feel that every important principle is a conclusion to which
he has himself arrived; and yet, for the purpose of compression, that
fullness of detail has been avoided with which more extended works
abound. In furtherance of the same object, authorities are seldom cited.
The consideration of geological changes is made a distinct chapter,
subsequent to the one on the arrangement of materials. It should,
however, be remembered that these processes of arranging and disturbing
are not thus separated in time. In nature the two processes are always
going on together.
It seemed important to exhibit the science with as much unity and
completeness as possible; and hence, discussions upon debatable points
in Theoretical Geology, so interesting to mature geologists, would have
been out of place here; and yet those more intricate subjects have not
been omitted. A large proportion of the work is devoted to the
explanation of geological phenomena, in order to convey an idea of the
modes of investigation adopted, and the kind of evidence relied on.
Where diversities of opinion exist, that view has been selected which
seemed most in harmony with the facts; and the connection has not often
been interrupted to combat, or even to state, the antagonist view.
Technical terms have, in a few instances, been introduced, and
principles referred to, which are subsequently explained. The index
will, however, enable the student to understand them, without a separate
glossary.
Some may prefer to commence with the second chapter, deferring the study
of the elementary substances, minerals and rocks, to the last. Such a
course may be pursued without special inconvenience.
Questions have been added, for the convenience of those teachers who may
prefer to conduct their recitations by this means. But, when the
circumstances of the case admit of it, a much more complete knowledge of
the subject will be acquired by pupils who are required to analyze the
sections, and proceed with the recitation themselves; while the teacher
has only to correct misapprehension, explain what may seem obscure, and
introduce additional illustrations.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
1. Columnar Trap, New Holland. (_Dana._)
2. The four divisions of rocks, and their relative positions. _A_,
Volcanic Rocks. _B_, Granite. 1, 2, 3, 4, Granite of different
ages. _C_, Metamorphic Rocks. _D_, Fossiliferous Rocks.
(_Lyell._)
3. Granite veins in slate, Cape of Good Hope. (_Hall._)
4. Granite veins traversing granite. (_Hitchcock._)
5. Extinct volcanoes of Auvergne. (_Scrope._)
6. Lava of different ages, Auvergne. (_Lyell._)
7. Strata folded and compressed by upheaval of granite.
8. Favosites Gothlandica.
9. Catenipora escharoides. (Chain coral.)
10. Caryocrinus ornatus. (_Hall._)
{ Leptaena alternate. Orthis testudinaria. }
11. { }(_Hall._)
{ Delthyris Niagarensis. }
12. Section of a chambered shell, showing the chambers and the
siphuncle.
13. Orthoceras.
14. Curved Cephalopoda, _a_, Ammonite; _b_, Crioceras; _c_,
Scaphite; _d_, Ancyloceras; _e_, Hamite; _f_, Baculite;
_g_, Turrilite. (_Agassiz and Gould._)
15. Trilobite.
16. Cephalaspis Lyellii. (_Agassiz._)
17. Pterichthys oblongus. (_Ag
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[Illustration: Cover]
[Illustration: The Fairies
and the Christmas
Child]
[Illustration]
[Illustration: _Fr._ "We rocked the cradle"
(_Page 182_)]
[Illustration: Title Page]
The
Fairies and
the Christmas Child
By Lilian Gask
The Illustrations are by
Willy Pogany
T. Y. Crowell & Co
New York
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Contents
Chapter Page
I. The Fairy Ring 1
II. The Princess with the Sea-Green Hair 25
III. Rose-Marie and the Poupican 45
IV. The Bird at the Window 67
V. The White Stone of Happiness 89
VI. The Seven Fair Queens of Pirou 109
VII. In the Dwarf's Palace 133
VIII. The Silver Horn 157
IX. The Little White Feather 175
X. The Wild Huntsman 197
XI. The White Princess 217
XII. The Favourite of the Fates 239
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
List of Illustrations
"We rocked the cradle" _Frontispiece_
Page
"I fancied that I had seen those wee brown men" 11
"The Fairy Ring was thronged with dancing Elves" 20
"Here a Fairy Princess awaited him" 33
Rose-Marie and the Poupican 54
"They tossed him three times in the air" 63
"She hid herself behind a curtain" 83
"What ails you, Madame Marguerite?" 99
"The Lord of Argouges threw himself on his knees" 114
"They instantly changed into snow-white birds" 129
"The Dwarf invited me to be seated" 141
"Elberich had jeered him finely" 151
"'She is yours, O Otnit!' cried the Dwarf" 154
"In the old man's place sat a little Dwarf" 167
"A little white feather danced above their heads" 189
"'How now?' cried a reassuring voice" 196
"He entreated the maiden to come down" 205
"Went shyly down to meet him" 212
"Lowered herself from her window by means of a rope
of pearls" 224
"He tickled the monster's nose" 233
"Pepita rushed into his arms" 253
[Illustration: _To
"The Doctor"
and
Mrs. Macnaughton-Jones
my "Good Fairies"
and best of
Friends_]
[Illustration]
Chapter I
The Fairy Ring
The worst of being a Christmas Child is that you don't get birthday
presents, but only Christmas ones. Old Naylor, who was Father's
coachman, and had a great gruff voice that came from his boots and was
rather frightening, used to ask how I expected to grow up without proper
birthdays, and I thought I might have to stay little always. When I told
Father this he laughed, but a moment later he grew quite grave.
"Listen, Chris," he said. And then he took me on his knee--I was a small
chap then--and told me things that made me forget old Naylor, and wish
and wish that Mother could have stayed with us. The angels had wanted
her, Father explained; well, we wanted her too, and there were plenty
of angels in heaven, anyway. When I said this Father gave me a great
squeeze and put me down, and I tried to be glad that I was a Christmas
child. But I wasn't really until a long time afterwards, when I had
found the Fairy Ring, and met the Queen of the Fairies.
This was how it happened. Father and I lived at one end of a big town,
in a funny old house with an orchard behind it, where the sparrows ate
the cherries and the apple trees didn't flower. Once upon a time, said
Father, there had been country all round it, but the streets and the
roads had grown and grown until they drove the country away, and now
there were trams outside the door, and not a field to be seen. I often
thought that our garden must be sorry to be so crowded up, and that this
was why it wouldn't grow anything but weedy nasturtiums and evening
primroses.
Father is a doctor, and most awfully clever. If you cut off the top of
your finger, he'd pop it on again in no time, and he used to cure all
sorts of illnesses with different medicines he made himself
behind a screen.
But though he had lots and lots of patients--sometimes the surgery was
full of them,'specially on cold nights when there was a fire--they
didn't seem to have much money to give him, and sometimes they ran
away with their furniture in the night so's not to pay their bills.
This worried Father dreadfully, and even Santa Claus was scared away
by the things he said. On Christmas Eve the old fellow quite forgot
to fill my stocking. It was all limp and empty when I woke in the
morning, and if I hadn't remembered that when I grew up I was going to
be a Commander-in-Chief, I should never have swallowed that lump in my
throat.
Father couldn't even take me to hear
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THE DOWNFALL
(LA DÉBÂCLE)
_A STORY OF THE HORRORS OF WAR_
BY
ÉMILE ZOLA
TRANSLATED BY ERNEST A. VIZETELLY
WAR CORRESPONDENT 1870-1
_NEW AND REVISED EDITION_
CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY
1893
PREFACE
Before the present translation of M. Zola's novel, 'La Débâcle,'
appeared in 'The Weekly Times and Echo,' in which it was originally
issued, the author was interviewed for that journal by Mr. Robert H.
Sherard, whom he favoured with some interesting particulars concerning
the scope and purport of his narrative. By the courtesy both of Mr.
Sherard and of the proprietor of 'The Weekly Times,' the translator
is here able to republish the remarks made by M. Zola on the occasion
referred to. They will be found to supply an appropriate preface to the
story:--
'"La Débâcle" has given me infinitely more trouble than any of my
previous works. When I began writing it, I had no conception of the
immensity of the task which I had imposed on myself. The labour of
reading up all that has been written on my subject in general,
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MY EXPERIENCES AS AN EXECUTIONER.
[Illustration: James Berry]
MY
EXPERIENCES
AS AN
EXECUTIONER
BY
JAMES BERRY
_Edited by H. Snowden Ward._
LONDON:
PERCY LUND & CO
MEMORIAL HALL, LUDGATE CIRCUS, E.C.
COPYRIGHT IN UNITED STATES AND BRITISH ISLES.
PRINTED BY
[Publisher's mark]
PERCY LUND AND CO.,
BRADFORD.
Copyright in United States and British Isles.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 7
CHAPTER I.
THE EXECUTIONER AT HOME 11
CHAPTER II.
HOW I BECAME AN EXECUTIONER 16
CHAPTER III.
MY FIRST EXECUTION 23
CHAPTER IV.
MY METHOD OF EXECUTION--CALCULATIONS AND APPARATUS 30
CHAPTER V.
MY METHOD OF EXECUTION--THE PROCEEDINGS 45
CHAPTER VI.
OTHER METHODS OF EXECUTION 50
CHAPTER VII.
TWO TERRIBLE EXPERIENCES 59
CHAPTER VIII.
HOW MURDERERS DIE 66
CHAPTER IX.
FROM THE MURDERER'S POINT OF VIEW 95
CHAPTER X.
ON CAPITAL PUNISHMENT 106
CHAPTER XI.
HANGING: FROM A BUSINESS POINT OF VIEW 117
CHAPTER XII.
THE PRESS AND THE PUBLIC 124
CHAPTER XIII.
INCIDENTS AND ANECDOTES 132
APPENDIX.
THE TROUBLE WITH "ANSWERS" LIMITED 141
INTRODUCTION.
The intention of both the author and the editor of this little book
has been to set forth, as plainly and as simply as possible, certain
facts and opinions with regard to what is undoubtedly a most important
subject--the carrying out of the ultimate sentence of the law. While
facts have not been in any way shirked or misrepresented, much that
is horrible in detail has been suppressed; so that people who may be
tempted to take up the book in search of ghastly descriptive writing,
are warned at the outset that they will be disappointed.
It is believed that a publication of Mr. Berry's experiences will
correct many errors and misconceptions as to the way in which capital
sentences are carried out in England; and that it will lead to a
consideration of the whole subject, from a practical, rather than from
a sentimental, point of view.
The management, and, if possible, the regeneration of the criminal
classes, is one of the most serious tasks that civilisation has to
face; and those who undertake such a task require all the light that
can possibly be thrown upon the subject. The public executioner has
many and special opportunities of studying the criminal classes, and
of knowing their attitude and feelings with regard to that capital
punishment which civilisation regards as its strongest weapon in the
war against crime. When, as in the case of Mr. Berry, several years'
experience in various police forces can be added to his experience as
an executioner, the man who has had these exceptional opportunities
of studying criminals and crime, must necessarily have gathered much
information and formed opinions that are worthy of attention.
Therefore, this book has a higher aim than the mere recording of the
circumstances and incidents of the most painful business in which a man
can engage. The recording is necessary, for without the facts before
them, readers could not form their own opinions; but it is hoped that
the facts will be read with more than mere curiosity, that the readers
will be led to take a personal interest in the weak and erring brethren
who form the criminal classes, the canker-worm of our social system.
* * * * *
An explanation of how this book was written may not be out of place.
The statements are _entirely_ those of the author, though in many cases
the words are those of the editor, whose task consisted of re-arranging
and very greatly condensing the mass of matter placed in his hands
by Mr. Berry. The narrative and descriptive portion of the work is
taken from a series of note-books and a news-cuttings book kept by
Mr. Berry; who includes the most minute particulars in his diaries.
One chapter--"My First Execution"--is word for word as written in the
diary, with the exception that a few whole pages of descriptive detail
are omitted, and indicated by points (thus....) The chapter "On Capital
Punishment," and portions of other chapters, were not written out at
length by Mr. Berry, but were supplied in the form of full notes, and
the principal portions
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The Badminton Library
of
SPORTS AND PASTIMES
EDITED BY
HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT, K.G.
ASSISTED BY ALFRED E. T. WATSON
_YACHTING_
II.
[Illustration: Old Flags.]
YACHTING
BY
R. T. PRITCHETT
THE MARQUIS OF DUFFERIN AND AVA, K.P.
JAMES McFERRAN
REV. G. L. BLAKE, T. B. MIDDLETON
EDWARD WALTER CASTLE AND ROBERT CASTLE
G. CHRISTOPHER DAVIES, LEWIS HERRESHOFF
THE EARL OF ONSLOW, G.C.M.G., H. HORN
SIR GEORGE LEACH, K.C.B., VICE-PRESIDENT Y.R.A.
[Illustration: Yachts.]
IN TWO VOLUMES--VOL. II.
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY R. T. PRITCHETT
AND FROM PHOTOGRAPHS_
LONDON
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
1894
_All rights reserved_
CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME
CHAPTER PAGE
I. ROYAL YACHTS AND ENGLISH YACHT CLUBS 1
_By R. T. Pritchett, Marquis of Dufferin and Ava,
K.P., James McFerran, and Rev. G. L. Blake._
II. SCOTTISH CLUBS 72
_By R. T. Pritchett and Rev. G. L. Blake._
III. IRISH CLUBS 99
_By R. T. Pritchett, Rev. G. L. Blake, and T. B.
Middleton._
IV. THE THAMES CLUBS AND WINDERMERE 152
_By Edward Walter Castle, Robert Castle, and R. T.
Pritchett._
V. YACHTING ON THE NORFOLK BROADS 190
_By G. Christopher Davies._
VI. YACHTING IN AMERICA 227
_By Lewis Herreshoff._
VII. YACHTING IN NEW ZEALAND 287
_By the Earl of Onslow, G.C.M.G._
VIII. FOREIGN AND COLONIAL YACHTING 304
_By R. T. Pritchett and Rev. G. L. Blake._
IX. SOME FAMOUS RACES 324
_By R. T. Pritchett._
X. RACING IN A 40-RATER IN 1892 332
_By R. T. Pritchett._
XI. YACHT RACING IN 1893 349
_By H. Horn._
XII. THE AMERICAN YACHTING SEASON OF 1893 400
_By Lewis Herreshoff._
XIII. THE AMERICA CUP RACES, 1893 416
_By Sir George Leach, K.C.B., Vice-President Y.R.A._
APPENDIX: THE 'GIRALDA' 425
INDEX 427
ILLUSTRATIONS IN THE SECOND VOLUME
(_Reproduced by J. D. Cooper and Messrs. Walker & Boutall_)
FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS
ARTIST TO FACE PAGE
OLD FLAGS _R. T. Pritchett_ _Frontispiece_
HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN GOING TO SCOTLAND
" 6
THE ROYAL YACHT 'VICTORIA AND ALBERT,' 1843
" 8
'PEARL,' 'FALCON,' AND 'WATERWITCH'
" 12
'MYSTERY' WINNING THE CUP PRESENTED BY R.Y.S. TO R.T.Y.C.
" 14
'CORSAIR,' R.Y.S., WINNING THE QUEEN'S CUP AT COWES, 1892
" 16
YACHT CLUB BURGEES _Club Card_ 48
'IREX' _From a photograph by Adamson_ 58
'YARANA' " 64
'ARROW,' ROYAL CINQUE PORTS YACHT CLUB, 1876
_R. T. Pritchett_ 68
'REVERIE' _From a photograph_ 70
NORTHERN YACHT CLUB CRUISING OFF GARROCH HEAD, 1825
_From a painting by Hutcheson_ 76
ROYAL NORTHERN YACHT CLUB, ROTHESAY
_From a photograph by Secretary_ 78
THE START FOR ARDRISHAIG CUP
_From a photograph by Adamson_ 84
'MARJORIE' " " 86
'MAY' " " 88
'THISTLE' " " 90
'LENORE' " " 92
'VERVE' " " 94
YACHT CLUB FLAGS 104
'ERYCINA' _From a photograph by Adamson_ 106
ROYAL IRISH YACHT CLUB CUP, KINGSTOWN, 1873
_From a picture by Admiral Beechy_ 108
MERMAIDS OF DUBLIN BAY SAILING CLUB 146
START OF 25-TONNERS, R.T.Y.C., FROM GREENWICH, 1848
_R. T. Pritchett_ 170
'DECIMA' _From a photograph by Symonds_ 176
'GIMCRACK' _R. T. Pritchett_ 240
MODEL ROOM OF NEW YORK YACHT CLUB
_From a photograph sent by
Secretary N.Y.Y.C._ 242
'BLACK MARIA,' SLOOP, BEATING 'AMERICA,' SCHOONER, IN TEST RACE,
NEW YORK, 1850 _Sent by Mr. Stevens of Hoboken,
New York_ 244
INTERNATIONAL RACE, 1886; 'GALATEA' PASSING SANDY HOOK LIGHTSHIP
_Photograph sent by Lieutenant W. Henn,
R.N._ 258
'VOLUNTEER' _From a photograph sent by General
Paine, N.Y.Y.C._ 262
'VALKYRIE' _From a photograph by Adamson_ 308
'YSEULT' " " 328
'IVERNA' AND 'METEOR,' DEAD HEAT IN THE CLYDE, JULY 4, 1892
" " 330
'QUEEN MAB' " " 346
'SAMOENA' " " 352
ILLUSTRATIONS IN TEXT
ARTIST PAGE
VARUNA, VENDETTA, AND LAIS (_Vignette_) _Title-page_
DUTCH YACHT. (_From drawing by Vandervelde, dated 1640_)
_R. T. Pritchett_ 2
'EEN BEZAN JAGT,' 1670 " 3
LINES OF CUTTER, 1781 _From Stalkart's 'Naval
Architecture'_ 4
YACHT STERN, 1781 " 5
COWES CASTLE. (_From drawing by Loutherburg_)
_R. T. Pritchett_ 10
SEAL OF ROYAL YACHT CLUB, COWES _R.Y.S._ 11
'PEARL,' R.Y.S. _R. T. Pritchett_ 13
'DOLPHIN,' R.Y.S. " 14
'ESMERALDA,' R.Y.S. " 14
'DE EMMETJE,' LUGGER " 15
'NEW MOON,' R.Y.S. " 16
CHART OF THE ROYAL YACHT SQUADRON--(QUEEN'S COURSE) 19
'THE LADY HERMIONE' _From working drawings lent by
Marquis of Dufferin_ 26
'THE LADY HERMIONE,' DECK PLAN " 28
'THE LADY HERMIONE,' FITTINGS " 30
'FOAM,' R.V.S. 'IN HIGH LATITUDES' 38
VIEW FROM THE ROYAL WESTERN YACHT CLUB, PLYMOUTH
_R. T. Pritchett_ 40
CHART OF THE ROYAL WESTERN YACHT CLUB. PLYMOUTH COURSE
_Club Card_ 41
CHART OF THE ROYAL VICTORIA YACHT CLUB COURSE
_Club Card_ 44
INTERNATIONAL GOLD CUP. ROYAL VICTORIA YACHT CLUB.
WON BY 'BRITANNIA' _R.V.Y. Club_ 45
FIRST RACE OF THE MERSEY YACHT CLUB, JUNE 16, 1845
_R. T. Pritchett_ 47
'QUEEN OF THE OCEAN,' R.M.Y.C., SAVING EMIGRANTS FROM
'OCEAN MONARCH' " 47
CHART OF THE ROYAL MERSEY YACHT CLUB COURSES
_From Club Card_ 48
CHART OF THE ROYAL PORTSMOUTH CORINTHIAN YACHT CLUB COURSES
" 51
'MADGE,' 1880--LINES AND MIDSHIP SECTION
_G. L. Watson_ 53
'NEPTUNE,' CUTTER, 1875--LINES AND MIDSHIP SECTION
_W. Fife_ 61
'REVERIE,' 1891--LINES AND MIDSHIP SECTION
_J. M. Soper_ 70
NORTHERN YACHT CLUB SEAL _From Secretary R.N.Y. Club_ 72
CHART OF THE ROYAL NORTHERN YACHT CLUB COURSES
_Club Card_ 73
ROYAL NORTHERN FLAGS _From Secretary R.N.Y.C._ 75
'GLEAM,' 1834--LINES AND MIDSHIP SECTION
_Fife of Fairlie_ 78
CHART OF THE ROYAL CLYDE YACHT CLUB COURSES
_From Secretary_ 80
'CLARA'--MIDSHIP SECTION _W. Fife_ 91
CHART OF THE ROYAL FORTH YACHT CLUB COURSES
_Club Card_ 97
YACHTS OF CORK WATER CLUB, 1720
_R. T. Pritchett_ 101
CHART OF THE ROYAL CORK YACHT CLUB
_Club Card_ 103
CORK WATER CLUB PUTTING OUT TO SEA, 1720
_R. T. Pritchett_ 105
CHART OF THE ROYAL ST. GEORGE'S YACHT CLUB COURSES 107
OUTWARD BOUND _Honourable Artists of the 'Iris'_ 125
'IRIS'--SECTION " 127
'IRIS'--SECTION SHOWING PERMAN
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*THE GREY MAN*
BY
*S. R. Crockett*
_POPULAR EDITION_
LONDON
T. FISHER UNWIN
ADELPHI TERRACE
MCMX
_To
W. R. NICOLL
are affectionately inscribed
these Chronicles of a Stormy Time--
in memory of
unforgotten Days of Peace and Quietness
spent with him and his._
[_All rights reserved_]
*CONTENTS*
I. The Oath of Swords
II. The Lass of the White Tower
III. The Second Taunting of Spurheel
IV. The Inn on the Red Moss
V. The Throwing of the Bloody Dagger
VI. The Crown of the Causeway
VII. My Lady's Favours
VIII. The Laird of Auchendrayne
IX. Cartel of Contumely
X. Sir Thomas of the Top-Knot
XI. Sword and Spit
XII. The Flitting of the Sow
XIII. The Tryst at Midnight
XIV. The Adventure of the Garden
XV. A Midnight Leaguer
XVI. Greybeards and Dimple Chins
XVII. The Corbies at the Eagle's Nest
XVIII. Bairns' Play
XIX. Fighting the Beasts
XX. The Secret of the Caird
XXI. Mine Ancient Sweetheart
XXII. A Marriage made in Hell
XXIII. A Galloway Raid
XXIV. The Slaughter in the Snow
XXV. Marjorie bids her Love Good-night
XXVI. Days of Quiet
XXVII. On the Heartsome Heather
XXVIII. Warm Backs make Braw Bairns
XXIX. The Murder among the Sandhills
XXX. I seek for Vengeance
XXXI. The Blue Blanket
XXXII. Greek meets Greek
XXXIII. The Devil is a Gentleman
XXXIV. In the Enemy's Country
XXXV. The Ogre's Castle
XXXVI. The Defence of Castle Ailsa
XXXVII. The Voice out of the Night
XXXVIII. A Rescue from the Sea
XXXIX. The Cleft in the Rock
XL. The Cave of Death
XLI. The Were-Wolf of Benerard
XLII. Ane Lochaber Aix gied Him his Paiks
XLIII. The Moot Hill of Girvan
XLIV. The Murder upon the Beach
XLV. The Man in the Wide Breeches
XLVI. The Judgment of God
XLVII. The Place of the Legion of Devils
XLVIII. The Finding of the Treasure of Kelwood
XLIX. The Great Day of Trial
L. The Last of the Grey Man
LI. Marjorie's Good-night
LII. Home-coming
*THE GREY MAN*
*CHAPTER I*
*THE OATH OF SWORDS*
Well do I mind the first time that ever I was in the heartsome town of
Ballantrae. My father seldom went thither, because it was a hold of the
Bargany folk, and it argued therefore sounder sense to give it the
go-by. But it came to pass upon a time that it was necessary for my
father to adventure from Kirrieoch on the border of Galloway, where we
dwelt high on the moors, to the seaside of Ayr.
My father's sister had married a man named Hew Grier, an indweller in
Maybole, who for gear's sake had settled down to his trade of tanner in
Ballantrae. It was to his burying that we went. We had seen him snugly
happed up, and the burial supper was over. We were already in a mind to
set about returning, when we heard the sound of a great rushing of
people hither and thither. I went aloft and looked through a gable
window upon the street. Arms were hastily being brought from beneath
the thatch, to which the laws of the King had committed them under the
late ordinance anent weapons of war. Leathern jackets were being
donned, and many folk cried 'Bargany!' in the streets without knowing
why.
My Aunt Grisel went out to ask what the stir might be, and came in again
with her face as white as a clout.
'It is the Cassillis folk that are besieging the Tower of Ardstinchar,
and they have come near to the taking of it, they say. Oh, what will
the folk of Ballantrae do to you, John, if they ken that you are here?
They will hang you for a spy, and that without question.'
'That,' said my father, 'is surely impossible. The Ballantrae folk
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