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THE HERMIT OF ------ STREET.
By Anna Katharine Green (Mrs. Charles Rohlfs)
Copyright, 1898, by Anna Katharine Rohlfs
CHAPTER I. I COMMIT AN INDISCRETION.
I should have kept my eyes for the many brilliant and interesting sights
constantly offered me. Another girl would have done so. I myself might
have done so, had I been over eighteen, or, had I not come from
the country, where my natural love of romance had been fostered by
uncongenial surroundings and a repressed life under the eyes of a severe
and unsympathetic maiden aunt.
I was visiting in a house where fashionable people made life a perpetual
holiday. Yet of all the pleasures which followed so rapidly, one upon
another, that I have difficulty now in separating them into distinct
impressions, the greatest, the only one I never confounded with any
other, was the hour I spent in my window after the day's dissipations
were all over, watching--what? Truth and the necessities of my story
oblige me to say--a man's face, a man's handsome but preoccupied face,
bending night after night over a study-table in the lower room of the
great house in our rear.
I had been in the city three weeks, and I had already received--pardon
the seeming egotism of the confession--four offers, which, considering I
had no fortune and but little education or knowledge of the great world,
speaks well for something: I leave you to judge what. All of these
offers were from young men; one of them from a very desirable young man,
but I had listened to no one's addresses, because, after accepting them,
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Transcriber's Note.
A list of the changes made can be found at the end of the book.
Mark-up: _italic_
=bold=
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==blackletter==
Woodward's Historical Series.
No. V.
THE
==Witchcraft Delusion==
IN
NEW ENGLAND:
ITS
RISE, PROGRESS, AND TERMINATION,
AS EXHIBITED BY
Dr. COTTON MATHER,
IN
_THE WONDERS OF THE INVISIBLE WORLD;_
AND BY
Mr. ROBERT CALEF,
IN HIS
_MORE WONDERS OF THE INVISIBLE WORLD_.
WITH A
==Preface, Introduction, and Notes==,
BY SAMUEL G. DRAKE.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
_The Wonders of the Invisible World._
PRINTED FOR W. ELLIOT WOODWARD,
ROXBURY, MASS.
MDCCCLXVI.
No. 103
Entered according to Act of Congress in the Year 1865,
By SAMUEL G. DRAKE,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States
for the District of Massachusetts.
EDITION IN THIS SIZE 280 COPIES.
MUNSELL, PRINTER.
TO
MY MORE THAN BROTHER,
HARLOW ROYS,
WHO AT ALL TIMES
ALIKE IN PROSPERITY AND AD | 4.314579 |
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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
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RUGGLES of RED GAP
By Harry Leon Wilson
1915
{Illustration: "I TAKE IT YOU FAILED TO WIN THE HUNDRED POUNDS, SIR?"}
{Dedication}
TO HELEN COOKE WILSON
CHAPTER ONE
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A CLAIM ON KLONDIKE
A Romance
OF
THE ARCTIC EL DORADO
BY
EDWARD ROPER, F.R.G.S.
AUTHOR OF
'BY TRACK AND TRAIL THROUGH CANADA,' ETC., ETC.
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THE
BAYEUX
TAPESTRY
ELUCIDATED
JOHN COLLINGWOOD BRUCE,
LL.D., F.S.A.
LONDON, J. RUSSELL SMITH.
[Illustration: PLATE XVII.]
THE
BAYEUX TAPESTRY
ELUCIDATED.
BY
REV. JOHN COLLINGWOOD BRUCE, LL.D., F.S.A.,
CORRESPONDING MEMBER OF THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF SCOTLAND,
OF THE IMPERIAL SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF FRANCE, AND OF THE
SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF NORMANDY; ONE OF THE COUNCIL OF
THE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES OF NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE; AN
HONORARY MEMBER OF THE SURREY ARCHÆOLOGICAL SOCIETY;
AND ONE OF THE COMMITTEE OF THE LITERARY AND
PHILOSOPHICAL SOCIETY OF NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE.
“...They burning both with fervent fire
Their countrey’s auncestry to understond.”
_Spenser._
LONDON:
JOHN RUSSELL SMITH, 36, SOHO SQUARE.
M.DCCC.LVI.
NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE:
PRINTED BY J. G. FORSTER AND CO., CLAYTON STREET.
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PROTESTANTISM
AND
CATHOLICITY
COMPARED IN THEIR
EFFECTS ON THE CIVILIZATION OF EUROPE.
WRITTEN IN SPANISH
BY THE REV. J. BALMES.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.
Second Edition.
BALTIMORE:
PUBLISHED BY JOHN MURPHY & CO.
No. 178 MARKET STREET.
PITTSBURG: GEORGE QUIGLEY.
_Sold by Booksellers generally._
1851.
ENTERED, according to the Act of Congress, in the year eighteen
hundred and fifty, by JOHN MURPHY & CO., in the Clerk's Office of the
District Court of Maryland.
AUTHOR'S PREFACE.
Among the many and important evils which have been the necessary
result of the profound revolutions of modern times, there appears a
good extremely valuable to science, and which will probably have a
beneficial influence on the human race,--I mean the love of studies
having for their object man and society. The shocks have been so rude,
that the earth has, as it were, opened under our feet; and the human
mind, which, full of pride and haughtiness, but lately advanced on a
triumphal car amid acclamations and cries of victory, has been alarmed
and stopped in its career. Absorbed by an important thought, overcome
by a profound reflection, it has asked itself, "What am I? whence do I
come? what is my destination?" Religious questions have regained their
high importance; and when they might have been supposed to have been
scattered by the breath of indifference, or almost annihilated by the
astonishing development of material interests, by the progress of the
natural and exact sciences, by the continually increasing ardour of
political debates,--we have seen that, so far from having been stifled
by the immense weight which seemed to have overwhelmed them, they have
reappeared on a sudden in all their magnitude, in their gigantic form,
predominant over society, and reaching from the heavens to the abyss.
This disposition of men's minds naturally drew their attention to the
religious revolution of the sixteenth century; it was natural that they
should ask what this revolution had done to promote the interests of
humanity. Unhappily, great mistakes have been made in this inquiry.
Either because they have looked at the facts through the distorted
medium of sectarian prejudice, or because they have only considered
them superficially, men have arrived at the conclusion, that the
reformers of the sixteenth century conferred a signal benefit on the
nations of Europe, by contributing to the development of science, of
the arts, of human liberty, and of every thing which is comprised in
the word _civilization_.
What do history and philosophy say on this subject? How has man,
either individually or collectively, considered in a religious,
social, political, or literary point of view, been benefited by the
reform of the sixteenth century? Did Europe, under the exclusive
influence of Catholicity, pursue a prosperous career? Did Catholicity
impose a single fetter on the movements of civilization? This is the
examination which I propose to make in this work. Every age has its
peculiar wants; and it is much to be wished that all Catholic writers
were convinced, that the complete examination of these questions is
one of the most urgent necessities of the times in which we live.
Bellarmine and Bossuet have done what was required for their times; we
ought to do the same for ours. I am fully aware of the immense extent
of the questions I have adverted to, and I do not flatter myself that I
shall be able to elucidate them as they deserve; but, however this may
be, I promise to enter on my task with the courage which is inspired
by a love of truth; and when my strength shall be exhausted, I shall
sit down with tranquillity of mind, in expectation that another, more
vigorous than myself, will carry into effect so important an enterprise.
PREFACE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION.
The work of Balmes on the comparative influence of Protestantism
and Catholicity on European civilization, which is now presented to
the American public, was written in Spanish, and won for the author
among his own countrymen a very high reputation. A French edition
was published simultaneously with the Spanish, and the work has
since been translated into the Italian and English languages, and
been widely circulated as one of the most learned productions of the
age, and most admirably suited to the exigencies of our times. When
Protestantism could no longer maintain its position in the field of
theology, compelling its votaries by its endless variations to espouse
open infidelity, or to fall back upon the ancient church, it adopted
a new mode of defence, in pointing to its pretended achievements as
the liberator of the human mind, the friend of civil and religious
freedom, the patron of science and the arts; in a word, the active
element in all social ameliorations. This is the cherished idea and
boasted argument of those who attempt to uphold Protestantism as a
system. They claim for it the merit of having freed the intellect of
man from a degrading bondage, given a nobler impulse to enterprise
and industry, and sown in every direction the seed of national and
individual prosperity. Looking at facts superficially, or through the
distorted medium of prejudice, they tell us that the reformers of the
16th century contributed much to the development of science and the
arts, of human liberty, and of every thing which is comprised in the
word _civilization_. To combat this delusion, so well calculated to
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Transcriber's Notes:
(1) Obvious spelling, punctuation, and typographical errors have been
corrected.
(2) Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
(3) Table V in the Appendix has been split into two parts (Scotland and
Ireland), in view of its page width.
____________________________________________
THE HISTORY OF
THE BRITISH POST OFFICE
BY
J. C. HEMMEON, PH.D.
_PUBLISHED FROM THE INCOME OF THE
WILLIAM H. BALDWIN, JR., 1885, FUND_
[Illustration]
CAMBRIDGE
HARVARD UNIVERSITY
1912
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY THE PRESIDENT AND FELLOWS OF HARVARD COLLEGE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published January 1912_
PREFACE
In justice to those principles which influenced the policy of the Post
Office before the introduction of penny postage, it is perhaps
unnecessary to call attention to the fact that no opinion as to their
desirability or otherwise is justifiable which does not take into
consideration the conditions and prejudices which then prevailed. Some
of the earlier writers on the Post Office have made the mistake of
condemning everything which has not satisfied the measure of their own
particular rule. If there is anything that the historical treatment of a
subject teaches the investigator it is an appreciation of the fact that
different conditions call for different methods of treatment. For
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DIO'S ROME
AN
HISTORICAL NARRATIVE
ORIGINALLY COMPOSED IN GREEK
DURING THE REIGNS OF
SEPTIMIUS SEVERUS, GETA
AND CARACALLA, MACRINUS,
ELAGABALUS AND ALEXANDER SEVERUS:
AND
NOW PRESENTED IN ENGLISH FORM
BY
HERBERT BALDWIN FOSTER,
A.B. (Harvard), Ph.D. (Johns Hopkins),
Acting Professor of Greek in Lehigh University
_FIFTH VOLUME: Extant Books 61-76 (A.D. 54-211)._
1906
* * * * *
VOLUME CONTENTS
* * * * *
Book Sixty-one
Book Sixty-two
Book Sixty-three
Book Sixty-four
Book Sixty-five
Book Sixty-six
Book Sixty-seven
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MISSY
_A Novel_
BY
THE AUTHOR OF "RUTLEDGE"
"THE SUTHERLANDS," "LOUIE'S LAST TERM AT ST. MARY'S," "FRANK
WARRINGTON," "RICHARD VANDERMARCK," "ST. PHILIP'S,"
"A PERFECT ADONIS," ETC., ETC., ETC.
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
Copyright, 1880,
BY G. W. CARLETON & CO.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
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CERTAIN NOBLE PLAYS OF JAPAN:
From The Manuscripts Of Ernest Fenollosa,
Chosen And Finished
By Ezra Pound
With An Introduction By William Butler Yeats
INTRODUCTION
I
In the series of books I edit for my sister I confine myself to those
that have I believe some special value to Ireland, now or in the future.
I have asked Mr. Pound for these beautiful plays because I think they
will help me to explain a certain possibility of the Irish dramatic
movement. I am writing these words with my imagination stirred by a visit
to the studio of Mr. Dulac, the distinguished illustrator of the Arabian
Nights. I saw there the mask and head-dress to be worn in a play of mine
by the player who will speak the part of Cuchulain, and who wearing
this noble half-Greek half-Asiatic face will appear perhaps like an image
seen in revery by some Orphic worshipper. I hope to have attained the
distance from life which can make credible strange events, elaborate
words. I have written a little play that can be played in a room for so
little money that forty or fifty readers of poetry can pay the price.
There will be no scenery, for three musicians, whose seeming sun-burned
faces will I hope suggest that they have wandered from village to village
in some country of our dreams, can describe place and weather, and at
moments action, and accompany it all by drum and gong or flute and
dulcimer. Instead of the players working themselves into a violence of
passion indecorous in our sitting-room, the music, the beauty of form and
voice all come to climax in pantomimic dance.
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Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=).
THE PRIDE OF JENNICO
[Illustration: logo]
THE PRIDE OF JENNICO
Being a Memoir of Captain Basil Jennico
by
AGNES AND EGERTON CASTLE
New York
The Macmillan Company
London: Macmillan & Co., Ltd.
1899
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1897, 1898,
By The Macmillan Company.
Set up and electrotyped February, 1898. Reprinted February, April, June
three times, July, September, October, December, twice, 1898.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith
Norwood, Mass. U.S.A.
CONTENTS
PART I
Page
CHAPTER I. MEMOIR OF CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO (BEGUN,
APPARENTLY IN GREAT TROUBLE AND STRESS OF
MIND, AT THE CASTLE OF TOLLENDHAL, IN MORAVIA,
ON THE THIRD DAY OF THE GREAT STORM, LATE IN
THE YEAR 1771) 1
CHAPTER II. BASIL JENNICO’S MEMOIR CONTINUED 23
CHAPTER III. 45
CHAPTER IV. 59
CHAPTER V. 72
CHAPTER VI. 90
CHAPTER VII. 101
CHAPTER VIII. 113
CHAPTER IX. 124
PART II
CHAPTER I. MEMOIR OF CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO (A PORTION,
WRITTEN EARLY IN THE YEAR 1772, IN HIS ROOMS
AT GRIFFIN’S, CUR ZON STREET) 143
CHAPTER II. CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO’S MEMOIR CONTINUED 173
CHAPTER III. CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO’S MEMOIR, RESUMED THREE
MONTHS LATER, AT FARRINGDON DANE 183
CHAPTER IV. NARRATIVE OF AN EPISODE AT WHITE’S CLUB, IN
WHICH CAPTAIN JENNICO WAS CONCERNED, SET FORTH
FROM CONTEMPORARY ACCOUNTS 201
CHAPTER V. NARRATIVE OF AN EPISODE AT WHITE’S CONTINUED 218
PART III
CHAPTER I. MEMOIR OF CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO
(RESUMED IN THE SPRING OF THE YEAR 1773) 230
CHAPTER II. 252
CHAPTER III. 266
CHAPTER IV. 287
CHAPTER V. 306
CHAPTER VI. 319
CHAPTER VII. 332
THE PRIDE OF JENNICO
PART I
CHAPTER I
MEMOIR OF CAPTAIN BASIL JENNICO (BEGUN, APPARENTLY IN GREAT TROUBLE
AND STRESS OF MIND, AT THE CASTLE OF TOLLENDHAL, IN MORAVIA, ON THE
THIRD DAY OF THE GREAT STORM, LATE IN THE YEAR 1771)
AS the wind rattles the casements with impotent clutch, howls down
the stair-turret with the voice of a despairing soul, creeps in long
irregular waves between the tapestries and the granite walls of my
chamber and wantons with the flames of logs and candles; knowing, as I
do, that outside the snow is driven relentlessly by the gale, and that
I can hope for no relief from the company of my wretched self,—for
they who have learnt the temper of these wild mountain winds tell me
the storm must last at least three days more in its fury,—I have
bethought me, to keep from going melancholy crazed altogether, to set
me some regular task to do.
And what can more fitly occupy my poor mind than the setting forth,
as clearly as may be, the divers events that have brought me to this
strange plight in this strange place? although, I fear me, it may not
in the end be over-clear, for in sooth I cannot even yet see a way
through the confusion of my thoughts. Nay, I could at times howl in
unison with yonder dismal wind for mad regret; and at times again rage
and hiss and break myself, like the fitful gale, against the walls of
this desolate house for anger at my fate and my folly!
But since I can no more keep my thoughts from wandering to her and
wondering upon her than I can keep my hot blood from running—running
with such swiftness that here, alone in the wide vaulted room, with
blasts from the four corners of the earth playing a very demon’s dance
around me, I am yet all of a fever heat—I will try whether, by laying
bare to myself all I know of her and of myself, all I surmise and guess
of the parts we acted towards each other in this business, I may not
at least come to some understanding, some decision, concerning the
manner in which, as a man, I should comport myself in my most singular
position.
Having reached thus far in his writing, the scribe after shaking the
golden dust of the pounce box over his page paused, musing for a
moment, loosening with unconscious fingers the collar of his coat from
his neck and gazing with wide grey eyes at the dancing flames of the
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THE SILVER BULLET
---------------------------
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
THE SILENT HOUSE IN PIMLICO
THE BISHOP'S SECRET
THE CRIMSON CRYPTOGRAM
THE GOLDEN WANG-HO
THE TURNPIKE HOUSE
A TRAITOR IN LONDON
WOMAN--THE SPHINX
THE JADE EYE
----------------------------
John Long, Publisher, London
THE SILVER BULLET
BY
FERGUS HUME
London
John Long
13 & 14 Norris Street, Haymarket
THE SILVER BULLET
CHAPTER I
THE HOUSE IN THE PINE WOOD
"We had better lie down and die," said Robin peevishly. "I can't go a
step further," and to emphasise his words he deliberately sat.
"Infernal little duffer," growled Herrick. "Huh! Might have guessed
you would Joyce." He threw himself down beside his companion and
continued grumbling. "You have tobacco, a fine night, and a heather
couch of the finest, yet you talk as though the world were coming to
an end."
"I'm sure this moor never will," sighed Joyce, reminded of his
cigarettes, "we have been trudging it since eight in the morning, yet
it still stretches to the back-of-beyond. Hai!"
The pedestrians were pronouncedly isolated. A moonless sky thickly
jewelled with stars, arched over a treeless moor, far-stretching as
the plain of Shinar. In the luminous summer twilight, the eye could
see for a moderate distance, but to no clearly defined horizon; and
the verge of sight was limited by vague shadows, hardly definite
enough to be mists.
The moor exhaled the noonday heats in thin white vapour, which shut
out from the external world those who nestled to its bosom. A sense of
solitude, the brooding silence, the formless surroundings, and above
all, the insistence of the infinite, would have appealed on ordinary
occasions to the poetical and superstitious side of Robin's nature.
But at the moment, his nerves were uppermost. He was worn-out,
fractious as a child, and in his helplessness could have cried like
one. Herrick knew his friend's frail physique and inherited neurosis:
therefore he forebore to make bad worse by ill advised sympathy.
Judiciously waiting until Joyce had in some degree soothed himself
with tobacco, he talked of the common-place.
"Nine o'clock," said he peering at his watch; "thirteen hour's
walking. Nothing to me Robin, but a goodish stretch to you. However we
are within hail of civilization, and in England. A few miles further
we'll pick up a village of sorts no doubt. One would think you were
exploiting Africa the way you howl."
He spoke thus callously, in order to brace his friend; but Joyce
resented the tone with that exaggerated sense of injury peculiar to
the neurotic. "I am no Hercules like you Jim," he protested sullenly;
"all your finer feelings have been blunted by beef and beer. You can't
feel things as I do. Also," continued Robin still more querulously,
"it seems to have escaped your memory, that I returned only last night
from a two day's visit to Town."
"If you _will_ break up your holiday into fragments, you must not
expect to receive the benefit its enjoyment as a whole would give you.
It was jolly enough last week sauntering through the Midlands, till
you larked up to London, and fagged yourself with its detestable
civilization."
Joyce threw aside his cigarette and nervously began to roll another.
"It was no lark which took me up Jim. The letter that came to the
Southberry Inn was about--her business."
"Sorry old man. I keep forgetting your troubles. Heat and the want of
food make me savage. We'll rest here for a time, and then push on. Not
that a night in the open would matter to me."
Joyce made no reply but lying full length on the dry herbage, stared
at the scintillating sky. At his elbow, Herrick, cross-legged like a
fakir, gave himself up to the enjoyment of a disreputable pipe. The
more highly-strung man considered the circumstances which had placed
him where he was.
Two months previously, Robin Joyce had lost his mother, to whom he had
been devotedly attached: and the consequent grief had made a wreck of
him. For weeks he had shut himself up in the flat once brightened by
her presence to luxuriate in woe. He possessed in a large degree that
instinct for martyrdom, latent in many people, which searches for
sorrow, as a more joyous nature hunts for pleasure. The blow of Mrs.
Joyce's death had fallen unexpectedly, but it brought home to Robin,
the knowledge--strange as it may sound--that a mental pleasure can be
plucked from misfortune. He locked himself in his room, wept much, and
ate little; neglected his business of contributor to several
newspapers, and his personal appearance. Thus the pain of his loss
merged itself in that delight of self-mortification, which must have
been experienced by the hermits of the Thebiad. Not entirely from
religious motives was the desert made populous with hermits in the
days of Cyril and Hypatia.
Herrick did not realize this transcendental indulgence, nor would he
have understood it, had he done so. Emphatically a sane man, he would
have deemed it a weakness degrading to the will, if not a species of
lunacy. As it was, he merely saw that Robin yielded to an unrestrained
grief detrimental to his health, and insisted upon carrying him off
for a spell in the open air. With less trouble than he anticipated,
Robin's consent was obtained. The mourner threw himself with ardour
into the scheme, selected the county of Berks as the most inviting for
a ramble; and when fairly started, showed a power of endurance amazing
in one so frail.
Jim however being a doctor, was less astonished than a layman would
have been. He knew that in Joyce a tremendous nerve power dominated
the feebler muscular force, and that the man would go on like a
blood-horse until he dropped from sheer exhaustion. The collapse on
the moor did not surprise him. He only wondered that Robin had held
out for so many days.
"But I wish you had not gone to London," said Herrick pursuing aloud
this train of thought.
"I had to go," replied Joyce not troubling to query the remark. "The
lawyer wrote about my poor mother's property. In my sorrow, I had
neglected to look after it, but at Southberry Junction feeling better,
thanks to your open air cure, I thought it wise to attend to the
matter."
Then Joyce went on to state with much detail, how he had caught the
Paddington express at Marleigh--their last stopping place--and had
seen his lawyer. The business took some time to settle; but it
resulted in the knowledge that Joyce found himself possessed of five
hundred a year in Consols. "Also the flat and the furniture," said
Robin, "so I am not so badly off. I can devote myself wholly to novels
now, and shall not have to rack my brains for newspaper articles."
Herrick nodded over a newly-filled pipe. "Did you sleep at the flat?"
"No, I went up on Tuesday as you know, and slept that night at the
Hull Hotel, a small house in one of the Strand side streets. Last
night, I joined you at Southberry."
"And it is now Thursday," said Herrick laughing. "How particular you
are as to detail Robin. Well, Southberry is a goodish way behind us
now and Saxham is our next resting place. Feel better?"
"Yes, thanks. In another quarter of an hour, I shall make the attempt
to reach Saxham. But we are so late, I fear no bed----"
"Oh, that's alright. We can wake the landlord, I calculate we have only
three miles."
"Quite enough too. By the way Jim, what did you do, when I left you?"
In the semi-darkness Herrick chuckled. "Fell in love!" said he.
"H'm! You lost no time about it. And she?"
"A daughter of the gods, divinely tall; dark hair, creamy skin,
sea-blue eyes the figure and gait of Diana, and--"
"More of the Celt than the Greek," interrupted Joyce, "blue eyes,
black hair, that is the Irish type. Where did you see her?"
"In Southberry Church, talking to a puny curate, who did not deserve
such a companion. Oh, Robin, her voice! like an Eolian harp."
"It must possess a variety of tones then Jim. Did she see you?"
Herrick nodded and laughed again. "She looked and blushed. Beauty drew
me with a single hair, therefore I thrilled responsive. Love at first
sight Robin. Heigh-ho! never again shall I see this Helen of
Marleigh."
"Live in hope," said Joyce, springing to his feet. "Allons, mon ami."
The more leisurely Herrick rose, markedly surprised at this sudden
recuperation. "Wonderful man. One minute you are dying, the next
skipping like a two year old. Hysterical all the same," he added as
Joyce laughed.
"Those three miles," explained the other feverishly, "I feel that I
have to walk them, and my determination is braced to breaking point."
"That means you'll collapse half way," retorted the doctor unstrapping
his knapsack. "Light a match. Valerian for you my man."
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By W.W. Jacobs
1909
SELF-HELP
The night-watchman sat brooding darkly over life and its troubles. A
shooting corn on the little toe of his left foot, and a touch of liver,
due, he was convinced, to the unlawful cellar work of the landlord of the
Queen's Head, had induced in him a vein of profound depression. A
discarded boot stood by his side, and his gray-stockinged foot protruded
over the edge of the jetty until a passing waterman gave it a playful rap
with his oar. A subsequent inquiry as to the price of pigs' trotters
fell on ears rendered deaf by suffering.
"I might 'ave expected it," said the watchman, at last. "I done that
man--if you can call him a man--a kindness once, and this is my reward
for it. Do a man a kindness, and years arterwards 'e comes along and
hits you over your tenderest corn with a oar."
[Illustration: "''E comes along and hits you over your tenderest corn
with a oar.'"]
He took up his boot, and, inserting his foot with loving care, stooped
down and fastened the laces.
Do a man a kindness, he continued, assuming a safer posture, and 'e tries
to borrow money off of you; do a woman a kindness and she thinks you want
tr marry 'er; do an animal a kindness and it tries to bite you--same as a
horse bit a sailorman I knew once, when 'e sat on its head to 'elp it get
up. He sat too far for'ard, pore chap.
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BILLY BOUNCE
by
W. W. DENSLOW and DUDLEY A. BRAGDON
Pictures by Denslow
G. W. Dillingham Co.
Publishers New York
Copyright 1906 by W. W. Denslow
All rights reserved.
Issued September, 1906.
To
"Pete" and "Ponsie"
List of Chapters.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. DARK PLOT OF NICKEL PLATE, THE POLISHED
VILLAIN 9
II. A JUMP TO SHAMVILLE 22
III. BILLY IS CAPTURED BY TOMATO 34
IV. ADVENTURES IN EGGS-AGGERATION 47
V. PEASE PORRIDGE HOT 63
VI. BLIND MAN'S BUFF 77
VII. THE WISHING BOTTLE 88
VIII. GAMMON AND SPINACH 97
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THE BRIDE OF THE SUN
By Gaston Leroux
1915, McBride, Nabt & Co.
BOOK I--THE GOLDEN SUN BRACELET
I
As the liner steamed into Callao Roads, and long before it had
anchored, it was surrounded by a flotilla of small boats. A moment
later, deck, saloons and cabins were invaded by a host of gesticulating
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[Illustration: coverpage]
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_The World's Great Sermons_
VOLUME IX
CUYLER TO VAN <DW18>
THE
WORLD'S
GREAT
SERMONS
COMPILED BY
GRENVILLE KLEISER
Formerly of Yale Divinity School Faculty;
Author of "How to Speak
in Public," Etc.
With Assistance from Many of the Foremost
Living Preachers and Other Theologians
INTRODUCTION BY
LEWIS O. BRASTOW, D.D.
Professor Emeritus of Practical Theology
in Yale University
IN TEN VOLUMES
VOLUME IX--CUYLER TO VAN <DW18>
FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY
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COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY
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_Printed in the United States of America_
CONTENTS
VOLUME IX
CUYLER (Born in 1822). Page
The Value of Life 1
BROADUS (1827-1895).
Let us Have Peace With God 19
WILBERFORCE (Born in 1840 | 11.836633 |
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CLARISSA HARLOWE
or the
HISTORY OF A YOUNG LADY
Nine Volumes
Volume I.
Comprehending
The most Important Concerns of Private Life.
And particularly shewing,
The Distresses that may attend the Misconduct
Both of Parents and Children,
In Relation to Marriage.
PREFACE
The following History is given in a series of letters, written
Principally in a double yet separate correspondence;
Between two young ladies of virtue and honor, bearing an inviolable
friendship for each other, and writing not merely for amusement, but
upon the most interesting subjects; in which every private family, more
or less, may find itself concerned; and,
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LOVE, WORSHIP AND DEATH
Some renderings from the Greek Anthology
BY
SIR RENNELL RODD
AUTHOR OF
'BALLADS OF THE FLEET'
'THE VIOLET CROWN,' ETC.
LONDON
EDWARD ARNOLD
1916
INTRODUCTION
Among the many diverse forms of expression in which the Greek genius has
been revealed to us, that which is preserved in the lyrics of the
anthology most typically reflects the familiar life of men, the thought
and feeling of every day in the lost ancient world. These little flowers
of song reveal, as does no other phase of that great literature, a
personal outlook on life, kindly, direct and simple, the tenderness
which characterised family relations, the reciprocal affection of master
and slave, sympathy with the domestic animals, a generous sense of the
obligations of friendship, a gentle piety and a close intimacy with the
nature gods, of whose presence, malignant or benign, the Greek was ever
sensitively conscious. For these reasons they still make so vivid an
appeal to us after a long silence of many centuries. To myself who have
lived for some years in that enchanted world of Greece, and have sailed
from island to island of its haunted seas, the shores have seemed still
quick with the voices of those gracious presences who gave exquisite
form to their thoughts on life and death, their sense of awe and beauty
and love. There indeed poetry seems the appropriate expression of the
environment, and there even still to-day, more than anywhere else in the
world, the correlation of our life with nature may be felt
instinctively; the human soul seems nearest to the soul of the world.
The poems, of which some renderings are here offered to those who cannot
read the originals, cover a period of about a thousand years, broken by
one interval during which the lesser lyre is silent. The poets of the
_elegy_ and the _melos_ appear in due succession after those of the
_epic_ and, significant perhaps of the transition, there are found in
the first great period of the lyric the names of two women, Sappho of
<DW26>s, acknowledged by the unanimous voice of antiquity, which is
confirmed by the quality of a few remaining fragments, to be among the
greatest poets of all times, and Corinna of Tanagra, who contended with
Pindar and rivalled Sappho's mastery. The canon of Alexandria does not
include among the nine greater lyrists the name of Erinna of Rhodes, who
died too young, in the maiden glory of her youth and fame. The earlier
poets of the _melos_ were for the most part natives of
'the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily that overlace the sea.'
Theirs is the age of the austerer mood, when the clean-cut marble
outlines of a great language matured in its noblest expression. Then a
century of song is followed by the period of the dramatists during which
the lyric muse is almost silent, in an age of political and intellectual
intensity.
A new epoch of lyrical revival is inaugurated by the advent of
Alexander, and the wide extension of Hellenic culture to more distant
areas of the Mediterranean. Then follows the long succession of poets
who may generally be classified as of the school of Alexandria. Among
them are three other women singers of high renown, Anyte of Tegea,
Nossis of Locri in southern Italy, and Moero of Byzantium. The later
writers of this period had lost the graver purity of the first lyric
outburst, but they had gained by a wider range of sympathy and a closer
touch with nature. This group may be said to close with Meleager, who
was born in Syria and educated at Tyre, whose contact with the eastern
world explains a certain suggestive and exotic fascination in his poetry
which is not strictly Greek. The Alexandrian is followed by the Roman
period, and the Roman by the Byzantine, in which the spirit of the muse
of Hellas expires reluctantly in an atmosphere of bureaucratic and
religious pedantry.
These few words of introduction should suffice, since the development of
the lyric poetry of Greece and the characteristics of its successive
exponents have been made familiar to English readers in the admirable
work of my friend J.W. Mackail. A reference to his _Select Epigrams from
the Greek Anthology_ suggests one plea of justification for the present
little collection of renderings, since the greater number of them have
been by him translated incomparably well into prose.
Of the quality of verse translation there are many tests: the closeness
with which the intention and atmosphere of the original has been
maintained; the absence of extraneous additions; the omission of no
essential feature, and the interpretation, by such equivalent as most
adequately corresponds, of individualities of style and assonances of
language. But not the least essential justification of poetical
translation is that the version should constitute a poem on its own
account, worthy to stand by itself on its own merits if the reader were
unaware that it was a translation. It is to this test especially that
renderings in verse too often fail to conform. I have discarded not a
few because they seemed too obviously to bear the forced expression
which the effort to interpret is apt to induce. Of those that remain
some at least I hope approach the desired standard, failing to achieve
which they would undoubtedly be better expressed in simple prose. And
yet there is a value in rendering rhythm by rhythm where it is possible,
and if any success has been attained, such translations probably convey
more of the spirit of the original, which meant verse, with all which
that implies, and not prose.
The arrangement in this little volume is approximately chronological in
sequence. This should serve to illustrate the severe and restrained
simplicity of the earlier writers as contrasted with the more complex
and conscious thought, and the more elaborate expression of later
centuries when the horizons of Hellenism had been vastly extended.
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A LITTLE COOK-BOOK FOR A LITTLE GIRL
by
CAROLINE FRENCH BENTON
Author of ``Gala Day Luncheons''
Boston, The Page Company, Publishers
Copyright, 1905
by Dana Estes & Company
For
Katherine, Monica and Betty
Three Little Girls
Who Love To Do
``Little Girl Cooking''
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INTRODUCTION
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but she could not understand the cook-books, and she made dreadful
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Marys Little Lamb
A PICTURE GUESSING STORY
FOR LITTLE CHILDREN
BY
EDITH FRANCIS FOSTER
WITH 500 PICTURES BY THE AUTHOR
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OF THE BRITISH GARRISON
AT LUCKNOW.
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Published by Smith, Elder & Co., Cornhill London 1858.]
THE DEFENCE OF LUCKNOW.
A Diary Recording the Daily Events during the Siege of the European
Residency
From 31st May to 25th September, 1857.
BY A STAFF OFFICER
With a Plan of the Residency.
SECOND EDITION.
London:
Smith, Elder, and Co., 65 Cornhill.
1858.
The right of translation is reserved.
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A PHILOSOPHICAL DICTIONARY
VOLUME IV
By
VOLTAIRE
EDITION DE LA PACIFICATION
THE WORKS OF VOLTAIRE
A CONTEMPORARY VERSION
With Notes by Tobias Smollett, Revised and Modernized
New Translations by William F. Fleming, and an
Introduction by Oliver H.G. Leigh
A CRITIQUE AND BIOGRAPHY
BY
THE RT. HON. JOHN MORLEY
FORTY-THREE VOLUMES
One hundred and sixty-eight designs, comprising reproductions
of rare old engravings, steel plates, photogravures,
and curious fac-similes
VOLUME VIII
E.R. DuMONT
PARIS--LONDON--NEW YORK--CHICAGO
1901
_The WORKS of VOLTAIRE_
_"Between two servants of Humanity, who appeared eighteen hundred
years apart, there is a mysterious relation. * * * * Let us say it
with a sentiment of profound respect: JESUS WEPT: VOLTAIRE SMILED.
Of that divine tear and of that human smile is composed the
sweetness of the present civilization."_
_VICTOR HUGO._
LIST OF PLATES--VOL. IV
VOLTAIRE'S ARREST AT FRANKFORT _Frontispiece_
OLIVER CROMWELL
TIME MAKES TRUTH TRIUMPHANT
FRANCIS I. AND HIS SISTER
[Illustration: Voltaire's arrest at Frankfort.]
* * * * *
VOLTAIRE
A PHILOSOPHICAL DICTIONARY
IN TEN VOLUMES
VOL. IV.
COUNTRY--FALSITY
* * * * *
COUNTRY.
SECTION I
According to our custom, we confine ourselves on this subject to the
statement of a few queries which we cannot resolve. Has a Jew a country?
If he is born at Coimbra, it is in the midst of a crowd of ignorant and
absurd persons, who will dispute with him, and to whom he makes foolish
answers, if he dare reply at all. He is surrounded by inquisitors, who
would burn him if they knew that he declined to eat bacon, and all his
wealth would belong to them. Is Coimbra _his_ country? Can he exclaim,
like the Horatii in Corneille:
_Mourir pour la patrie est un si digne sort_
_Qu'on briguerait en foule, une si belle mort._
So high his meed who for his country dies,
Men should contend to gain the glorious prize.
He might as well exclaim, "fiddlestick!" Again! is Jerusalem his
country? He has probably heard of his ancestors of old; that they had
formerly inhabited a sterile and stony country, which is bordered by a
horrible desert, of which little country the Turks are at present
masters, but derive little or nothing from it. Jerusalem is, therefore,
not his country. In short, he has no country: there is not a square
foot of land on the globe which belongs to him.
The Gueber, more ancient, and a hundred times more respectable than the
Jew, a slave of the Turks, the Persians, or the Great Mogul, can he
regard as his country the fire-altars which he raises in secret among
the mountains? The Banian, the Armenian, who pass their lives in
wandering through all the east, in the capacity of money-brokers, can
they exclaim, "My dear country, my dear country"--who have no other
country than their purses and their account-books?
Among the nations of Europe, all those cut-throats who let out their
services to hire, and sell their blood to the first king who will
purchase it--have they a country? Not so much so as a bird of prey, who
returns every evening to the hollow of the rock where its mother built
its nest! The monks--will they venture to say that they have a country?
It is in heaven, they say. All in good time; but in this world I know
nothing about one.
This expression, "my country," how sounds it from the mouth of a Greek,
who, altogether ignorant of the previous existence of a Miltiades, an
Agesilaus, only knows that he is the slave of a janissary, who is the
slave of an aga, who is the slave of a pasha, who is the slave of a
vizier, who is the slave of an individual whom we call, in Paris, the
Grand Turk?
What, then, is country?--Is it not, probably, a good piece of ground,
in the midst of which the owner, residing in a well-built and commodious
house, may say: "This field which I cultivate, this house which I have
built, is my own; I live under the protection of laws which no tyrant
can infringe. When those who, like me, possess fields and houses
assemble for their common interests, I have a voice in such assembly. I
am a part of the whole, one of the community, a portion of the
sovereignty: behold my country!" What cannot be included in this
description too often amounts to little beyond studs of horses under the
command of a groom, who employs the whip at his pleasure. People may
have a country under a good king, but never under a bad one.
SECTION II.
A young pastry-cook who had been to college, and who had mustered some
phrases from Cicero, gave himself airs one day about loving his country.
"What dost thou mean by country?" said a neighbor to him. "Is it thy
oven? Is it the village where thou wast born, which thou hast never
seen, and to which thou wilt never return? Is it the street in which thy
father and mother reside? Is it the town hall, where thou wilt never
become so much as a clerk or an alderman? Is it the church of Notre
Dame, in which thou hast not been able to obtain a place among the boys
of the choir, although a very silly person, who is archbishop and duke,
obtains from it an annual income of twenty-four thousand louis d'or?"
The young pastry-cook knew not how to reply; and a person of reflection,
who overheard the conversation, was led to infer that a country of
moderate extent may contain many millions of men who have no country at
all. And thou, voluptuous Parisian, who hast never made a longer voyage
than to Dieppe, to feed upon fresh sea-fish--who art acquainted only
with thy splendid town-house, thy pretty villa in the country, thy box
at that opera which all the world makes it a point to feel tiresome but
thyself--who speakest thy own language agreeably enough, because thou
art ignorant of every other; thou lovest all this, no doubt, as well as
thy brilliant champagne from Rheims, and thy rents, payable every six
months; and loving these, thou dwellest upon thy love for thy country.
Speaking conscientiously, can a financier cordially love his country?
Where was the country of the duke of Guise, surnamed Balafre--at Nancy,
at Paris, at Madrid, or at Rome? What country had your cardinals Balue,
Duprat, Lorraine, and Mazarin? Where was the country of Attila situated,
or that of a hundred other heroes of the same kind, who, although
eternally travelling, make themselves always at home? I should be much
obliged to any one who would acquaint me with the country of Abraham.
The first who observed that every land is our country in which we "do
well," was, I believe, Euripides, in his "_Phaedo_":
[Greek: "Os pantakoos ge patris boskousa gei."]
The first man, however, who left the place of his birth to seek a
greater share of welfare in another, said it before him.
SECTION III.
A country is a composition of many families; and as a family is commonly
supported on the principle of self-love, when, by an opposing interest,
the same self-love extends to our town, our province, or our nation, it
is called love of country. The greater a country becomes, the less we
love it; for love is weakened by diffusion. It is impossible to love a
family so numerous that all the members can scarcely be known.
He who is burning with ambition to be edile, tribune, praetor, consul, or
dictator, exclaims that he loves his country, while he loves only
himself. Every man wishes to possess the power of sleeping quietly at
home, and of preventing any other man from possessing the power of
sending him to sleep elsewhere. Every one would be certain of his
property and his life. Thus, all forming the same wishes, the particular
becomes the general interest. The welfare of the republic is spoken of,
while all that is signified is love of self.
It is impossible that a state was ever formed on earth, which was not
governed in the first instance as a republic: it is the natural march
of human nature. On the discovery of America, all the people were found
divided into republics; there were but two kingdoms in all that part of
the world. Of a thousand nations, but two were found subjugated.
It was the same in the ancient world; all was republican in Europe
before the little kinglings of Etruria and of Rome. There are yet
republics in Africa: the Hottentots, towards the south, still live as
people are said to have lived in the first ages of the world--free,
equal, without masters, without subjects, without money, and almost
without wants. The flesh of their sheep feeds them; they are clothed
with their skins; huts of wood and clay form their habitations. They are
the most dirty of all men, but they feel it not, but live and die more
easily than we do. There remain eight republics in Europe without
monarchs--Venice, Holland, Switzerland, Genoa, Lucca, Ragusa, Geneva,
and San Marino. Poland, Sweden, and England may be regarded as republics
under a king, but Poland is the only one of them which takes the name.
But which of the two is to be preferred for a country--a monarchy or a
republic? The question has been agitated for four thousand years. Ask
the rich, and they will tell you an aristocracy; ask the people, and
they will reply a democracy; kings alone prefer royalty. Why, then, is
almost all the earth governed by monarchs? Put that question to the rats
who proposed to hang a bell around the cat's neck. In truth, the
genuine reason is, because men are rarely worthy of governing
themselves.
It is lamentable, that to be a good patriot we must become the enemy of
the rest of mankind. That good citizen, the ancient Cato, always gave it
as his opinion, that Carthage must be destroyed: "_Delenda est
Carthago_." To be a good patriot is to wish our own country enriched by
commerce, and powerful by arms; but such is the condition of mankind,
that to wish the greatness of our own country is often to wish evil to
our neighbors. He who could bring himself to wish that his country
should always remain as it is, would be a citizen of the universe.
CRIMES OR OFFENCES.
_Of Time and Place._
A Roman in Egypt very unfortunately killed a consecrated cat, and the
infuriated people punished this sacrilege by tearing him to pieces. If
this Roman had been carried before the tribunal, and the judges had
possessed common sense, he would have been condemned to ask pardon of
the Egyptians and the cats, and to pay a heavy fine, either in money or
mice. They would have told him that he ought to respect the follies of
the people, since he was not strong enough to correct them.
The venerable chief justice should have spoken to him in this manner:
"Every country has its legal impertinences, and its offences of time
and place. If in your Rome, which has become the sovereign of Europe,
Africa, and Asia Minor, you were to kill a sacred fowl, at the precise
time that you give it grain in order to ascertain the just will of the
gods, you would be severely punished. We believe that you have only
killed our cat accidentally. The court admonishes you. Go in peace, and
be more circumspect in future."
It seems a very indifferent thing to have a statue in our hall; but if,
when Octavius, surnamed Augustus, was absolute master, a Roman had
placed in his house the statue of Brutus, he would have been punished as
seditious. If a citizen, under a reigning emperor, had the statue of the
competitor to the empire, it is said that it was accounted a crime of
high treason.
An Englishman, having nothing to do, went to Rome, where he met Prince
Charles Edward at the house of a cardinal. Pleased at the incident, on
his return he drank in a tavern to the health of Prince Charles Edward,
and was immediately accused of high treason. But whom did he highly
betray in wishing the prince well? If he had conspired to place him on
the throne, then he would have been guilty towards the nation; but I do
not see that the most rigid justice of parliament could require more
from him than to drink four cups to the health of the house of Hanover,
supposing he had drunk two to the house of Stuart.
_Of Crimes of Time and Place, which Ought to Be Concealed._
It is well known how much our Lady of Loretto ought to be respected in
the March of Ancona. Three young people happened to be joking on the
house of our lady, which has travelled through the air to Dalmatia;
which has two or three times changed its situation, and has only found
itself comfortable at Loretto. Our three scatterbrains sang a song at
supper, formerly made by a Huguenot, in ridicule of the translation of
the _santa casa_ of Jerusalem to the end of the Adriatic Gulf. A
fanatic, having heard by chance what passed at their supper, made strict
inquiries, sought witnesses, and engaged a magistrate to issue a
summons. This proceeding alarmed all consciences. Every one trembled in
speaking of it. Chambermaids, vergers, inn-keepers, lackeys, servants,
all heard what was never said, and saw what was never done: there was an
uproar, a horrible scandal throughout the whole March of Ancona. It was
said, half a league from Loretto, that these youths had killed our lady;
and a league farther, that they had thrown the _santa casa_ into the
sea. In short, they were condemned. The sentence was, that their hands
should be cut off, and their tongues be torn out; after which they were
to be put to the torture, to learn--at least by signs--how many
couplets there were in the song. Finally, they were to be burnt to death
by a slow fire.
An advocate of Milan, who happened to be at Loretto at this time, asked
the principal judge to what he would have condemned these boys if they
had violated their mother, and afterwards killed and eaten her? "Oh!"
replied the judge, "there is a great deal of difference; to assassinate
and devour their father and mother is only a crime against men." "Have
you an express law," said the Milanese, "which obliges you to put young
people scarcely out of their nurseries to such a horrible death, for
having indiscreetly made game of the _santa casa,_ which is
contemptuously laughed at all over the world, except in the March of
Ancona?" "No," said the judge, "the wisdom of our jurisprudence leaves
all to our discretion." "Very well, you ought to have discretion enough
to remember that one of these children is the grandson of a general who
has shed his blood for his country, and the nephew of an amiable and
respectable abbess; the youth and his companions are giddy boys, who
deserve paternal correction. You tear citizens from the state, who might
one day serve it; you imbrue yourself in innocent blood, and are more
cruel than cannibals. You will render yourselves execrable to posterity.
What motive has been powerful enough, thus to extinguish reason,
justice, and humanity in your minds, and to change you into ferocious
beasts?" The unhappy judge at last replied: "We have been quarrelling
with the clergy of Ancona; they accuse us of being too zealous for the
liberties of the Lombard Church, and consequently of having no
religion." "I understand, then," said the Milanese, "that you have made
yourselves assassins to appear Christians." At these words the judge
fell to the ground, as if struck by a thunderbolt; and his brother
judges having been since deprived of office, they cry out that injustice
is done them. They forget what they have done, and perceive not that the
hand of God is upon them.
For seven persons legally to amuse themselves by making an eighth perish
on a public scaffold by blows from iron bars; take a secret and
malignant pleasure in witnessing his torments; speak of it afterwards at
table with their wives and neighbors; for the executioners to perform
this office gaily, and joyously anticipate their reward; for the public
to run to this spectacle as to a fair--all this requires that a crime
merit this horrid punishment in the opinion of all well-governed
nations, and, as we here treat of universal humanity, that it is
necessary to the well-being of society. Above all, the actual
perpetration should be demonstrated beyond contradiction. If against a
hundred thousand probabilities that the accused be guilty there is a
single one that he is innocent, that alone should balance all the rest.
_Query: Are Two Witnesses Enough to Condemn a Man to be Hanged?_
It has been for a long time imagined, and the proverb assures us, that
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OXFORD
AND ITS STORY
[Illustration: OXFORD CASTLE (_Photogravure_)]
OXFORD
AND ITS STORY
BY
CECIL HEADLAM, M.A.
AUTHOR OF "NUREMBERG," "CHARTRES,"
ETC. ETC.
[Illustration]
WITH TWENTY-FOUR LITHOGRAPHS
AND OTHER ILLUSTRATIONS BY
HERBERT RAILTON
THE LITHOGRAPHS BEING
TINTED BY
FANNY RAILTON
1912
LONDON
J. M. DENT & SONS, LTD.
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.
_First Edition_, 1904
_Second and Cheaper Edition_, 1912
_All rights reserved_
ALMAE MATRI
FILIUS INDIGNUS HAUD INGRATUS
PREFACE
The Story of Oxford touches the History of England, social and
political, mental and architectural, at so many points, that it is
impossible to deal with it fully even in so large a volume as the
present.
Even as it is, I have been unavoidably compelled to save space by
omitting much that I had written and practically all my references and
acknowledgments. Yet, where one has gathered so much honey from other
men's flowers not to acknowledge the debt in detail appears discourteous
and ungrateful; and not to give chapter and verse jars also upon the
historical conscience. I can only say that, very gratefully, _J'ai pris
mon bien ou je l'ai trouve_, whether in the forty odd volumes of the
Oxford Historical Society, the twenty volumes of the College Histories,
the accurate and erudite monographs of Dr Rashdall ("Mediaeval
Universities") and Sir Henry Maxwell Lyte ("History of the University of
Oxford to the year 1530") or innumerable other works. Where so much has
been so well done by others in the way of dealing with periods and
sections of my whole subject, my chief business has been to read, mark,
digest, and then to arrange my story. But to do that thoroughly has been
no light task. Whether it be well done or ill-done, the story now told
has the great merit of providing an occasion, excuse was never needed,
for the display of Mr Herbert Railton's art.
CONTENTS
.....PAGE
PREFACE.....vii
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.....xi
CHAPTER I
ST FRIDESWIDE AND THE CATHEDRAL.....1
CHAPTER II
THE MOUND, THE CASTLE AND SOME CHURCHES.....22
CHAPTER III
THE ORIGIN OF THE UNIVERSITY.....61
CHAPTER IV
THE COMING OF THE FRIARS.....93
CHAPTER V
THE MEDIAEVAL STUDENT.....148
CHAPTER VI
OXFORD AND THE REFORMATION.....240
CHAPTER VII
THE OXFORD MARTYRS.....276
CHAPTER VIII
ELIZABETH, BODLEY AND LAUD.....291
CHAPTER IX
THE ROYALIST CAPITAL.....312
CHAPTER X
JACOBITE OXFORD--AND AFTER.....349
INDEX.....357
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
OXFORD CASTLE (_Photogravure_)..... _Frontispiece_
_TINTED LITHOGRAPHS_
MAGDALEN TOWER FROM THE WATER WALKS....._Facing page...4_
CHRIST CHURCH....."...20
CORNMARKET STREET....."...26
ENTRANCE FRONT, PEMBROKE COLLEGE....."...46
ARCHWAY AND TURRET, MERTON COLLEGE....."...62
UNIVERSITY COLLEGE....."...78
GARDEN FRONT, S. JOHN'S COLLEGE....."...90
WADHAM COLLEGE, FROM THE GARDENS....."...104
ORIEL COLLEGE AND MERTON TOWER....."...122
BALLIOL COLLEGE....."...130
S. MARY'S PORCH....."...148
S. ALBAN HALL, MERTON COLLEGE....."...174
QUADRANGLE, BRASENOSE COLLEGE....."...202
BELL TOWER AND CLOISTERS, NEW COLLEGE....."...220
THE FOUNDER'S TOWER, MAGDALEN COLLEGE....."...230
FRONT QUADRANGLE, CORPUS CHRISTI COLLEGE....."...250
CLOISTERS, CHRIST CHURCH....."...262
GRAMMAR HALL, MAGDALEN COLLEGE....."...274
PRESIDENT'S LODGE, TRINITY COLLEGE....."...286
QUADRANGLE, JESUS COLLEGE....."...294
THE GARDENS, EXETER COLLEGE....."...302
ORIEL WINDOW, S. JOHN'S COLLEGE....."...308
THE CLOISTERS, NEW COLLEGE....."...330
QUADRANGLE AND LIBRARY, ALL SOULS' COLLEGE....."...340
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
_BLACK AND WHITE ILLUSTRATIONS_
.....PAGE
OXFORD CATHEDRAL (INTERIOR)....._Facing 8_
OXFORD CATHEDRAL (EXTERIOR).....13
HALL STAIRWAY, CHRIST CHURCH.....17
ABINGDON ABBEY.....24
THE BASTION AND RAMPARTS IN NEW COLLEGE....._Facing 30_
CITY WALLS.....31
CHAPEL OF OUR LADY.....32
BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF OXFORD (1578)....._Facing 32_
OXFORD CASTLE.....35
S. PETER'S IN THE EAST....._Facing 42_
THE "BISHOP'S PALACE," S. ALDATE'S.....50
THE RADCLIFFE LIBRARY, FROM BRASENOSE COLLEGE.....85
GABLES IN WORCESTER COLLEGE.....103
GATEWAY, WORCESTER GARDENS.....106
ORIEL COLLEGE....._Facing 108_
DOORWAY, REWLEY ABBEY.....109
OLD GATEWAY, MERTON COLLEGE.....117
MONASTIC BUILDINGS, WORCESTER COLLEGE.....127
ORIEL WINDOW, LINCOLN COLLEGE.....147
THE HIGH STREET.....151
S. MARY'S SPIRE FROM GROVE LANE.....155
GABLES AND TOWER, MAGDALEN COLLEGE.....195
OPEN AIR PULPIT, MAGDALEN COLLEGE.....199
MAGDALEN COLLEGE....._Facing 210_
IN NEW COLLEGE.....223
KEMP HALL....._Facing 228_
MAGDALEN BRIDGE AND TOWER.....233
NICHE AND SUNDIAL, CORPUS CHRISTI COLLEGE.....248
SOUTH VIEW OF BOCARDO.....281
CHAPEL IN JESUS.....298
COOKS BUILDINGS, S. JOHN'S....._Facing 300_
FROM THE HIGH STREET.....314
COURTYARD TO PALACE....._Facing 320_
VIEW FROM THE SHELDONIAN THEATRE.....337
ORIEL WINDOW, QUEEN'S LANE.....342
OXFORD & ITS STORY
CHAPTER I
S. FRIDESWIDE AND THE CATHEDRAL
"He that hath Oxford seen, for beauty, grace
And healthiness, ne'er saw a better place.
If God Himself on earth abode would make
He Oxford, sure, would for His dwelling take."
DAN ROGERS,
_Clerk to the Council of Queen Elizabeth_.
"Vetera majestas quaedam et (ut sic dixerim) religio commendat."
QUINTILIAN.
It is with cities as with men. The manner of our meeting some men, and
the moment, impress them upon our minds beyond the ordinary. And the
chance of our approach to a city is full also of significance. London
approached by the Thames on an ocean-going steamer is resonant of the
romance of commerce, and the smoke-haze from her factories hangs about
her like folds of the imperial purple. But approach her by rail and it
is a tale of mean streets that you read, a tale made yet more sad by the
sight of the pale, drawn faces of her street-bred people. Calcutta is
the London of the East, but Venice, whether you view her first from the
sea, enthroned on the Adriatic, or step at dawn from the train into the
silent gondola, is always different yet ever the same, the Enchanted
City, Queen of the Seas. And many other ports there are which live in
the memory by virtue of the beauty of the approach to them: Lisbon, with
the scar of her earthquake across her face, looking upon the full broad
tide of the Tagus, from the vantage ground of her seven hills; Cadiz,
lying in the sea like a silver cup embossed with a thousand watch
towers; Naples, the Siren City; Sidney and Constantinople; Hong-Kong
and, above all, Rio de Janeiro. But among inland towns I know none that
can surpass Oxford in the beauty of its approach.
Beautiful as youth and venerable as age, she lies in a purple cup of the
low hills, and the water-meads of Isis and the gentle <DW72>s beyond are
besprent with her grey "steeple towers, and spires whose silent finger
points to heaven." And all around her the country is a harmony in
green--the deep, cool greens of the lush grass, the green of famous
woods, the soft, juicy landscapes of the Thames Valley.
You may approach Oxford in summer by road, or rail, or river. Most wise
and most fortunate perhaps is he who can obtain his first view of Oxford
from Headington Hill, her Fiesole. From Headington has been quarried
much of the stone of which the buildings of Oxford, and especially her
colleges, have been constructed.
Oxford owes much of her beauty to the humidity of the atmosphere, for
the Thames Valley is generally humid, and when the floods are out, and
that is not seldom, Oxford rises from the flooded meadows like some
superb Venice of the North, centred in a vast lagoon. And just as the
beauty of Venice is the beauty of marbles blending with the
ever-changing colour of water and water-laden air, so, to a large
extent, the beauty of Oxford is due to this soft stone of Headington,
which blends with the soft humid atmosphere in ever fresh and tender
harmonies, in ever-changing tones of purple and grey. By virtue of its
fortunate softness this stone ages with remarkable rapidity, flakes off
and grows discoloured, and soon lends to quite new buildings a deceptive
but charming appearance of antiquity.
Arriving, then, at the top of Headington Hill, let the traveller turn
aside, and, pausing awhile by "Joe Pullen's" tree, gaze down at the
beautiful city which lies at his feet. Her sombre domes, her dreaming
spires rise above the tinted haze, which hangs about her like a delicate
drapery and hides from the traveller's gaze the grey walls and purple
shadows, the groves and cloisters of Academe. For a moment he will
summon up remembrance of things past; he will fancy that so, and from
this spot, many a mediaeval student, hurrying to learn from the lips of
some famous scholar, first beheld the scene of his future studies; this,
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A LETTER
TO
_THE LORD CHANCELLOR_.
A
LETTER
TO
THE RIGHT HONORABLE
THE
LORD CHANCELLOR,
ON THE
NATURE AND INTERPRETATION
OF
UNSOUNDNESS OF MIND,
AND
_IMBECILITY OF INTELLECT_.
BY
JOHN HASLAM, M.D.
LATE OF PEMBROKE HALL, CAMBRIDGE.
_LONDON:_
PUBLISHED BY R. HUNTER,
ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD.
***
1823.
PRINTED BY G. HAYDEN,
Little College Street, Westminster.
A LETTER.
MY LORD,
THE present address originates in an anxious wish for the advancement of
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[Illustration: THE IDOL OF BUDDHA]
THE
ROMANCE OF THE HAREM.
BY
MRS. ANNA H. LEONOWENS,
AUTHOR OF "THE ENGLISH GOVERNESS AT THE SIAMESE COURT."
Illustrated.
[Illustration: THE EMERALD IDOL.]
B | 18.160513 |
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Yankee Girls in Zulu Land
By Louise Vescelius-Sheldon
Illustrations by G.E. Graves
Published by Worthington Co, New York.
This edition dated 1888.
Yankee Girls in Zulu Land, by Louise Vescelius-Sheldon.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
YANKEE GIRLS IN ZULU LAND, BY LOUISE VESCELIUS-SHELDON.
CHAPTER ONE.
New York City, _November_, 18--.
My Dear Children:
Your Affectionate Mother.
P.S. George wants to know what has set you thinking of going to South
Africa, where there are only Zulus and missionaries. Of course if the
physician orders it for Frank's health, you know what is best.
CHAPTER TWO.
Well, it had rained, and snowed, and "fogged" for six months during the
year we were in London, and we had seen the sun only on ten separate
days during that period. The doctor ordered a change of climate for
Frank, to a land of heat and sunshine, and advised us to go to South
Africa, that land of "Zulus and missionaries."
The old strain ran through my head, "From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strands, Where Afric's sunny fountains," etc, and as
anything that suggested sunshine, even if it were in a diluted state,
was what we wanted, we considered that a health excursion to the
antipodes was worth a trial, if it wrought the desired effect.
There lived in the house with us an African lady who had recently come
"home" for a trip to see the wonders of a civilised world. You must not
imagine that by African I mean a Zulu or a <DW5> or Hottentot. Oh,
dear, no! The lady in question was as white as we, and very much more
fashionable. She never tired of expatiating on the glories of her
country, its marvellous fertility, its thousands of miles of grasslands,
its myriads of birds of dazzling plumage and bewitching song, its flocks
of sheep, flocks so large that even their owners could only
approximately count their numbers, its mighty rivers, and above all, its
immense wealth in gold and diamonds. Then the hospitality of the
farmers, the way in which they welcomed strangers and treated them to
the best of everything, was quite beyond the conception of any one who
had not visited this wonderful country.
These descriptions, tallying with the doctor's directions, decided us,
and having counted up our pounds, shillings, and pence, we made adieus,
packed our Saratogas, and took passage on board the mail steamer
_Trojan_, Captain Lamar, sailing from the London Docks.
We had left ourselves so very little time to make our final arrangements
that, as soon as the cab started, there commenced a running fire of
questions.
"Did you pack the gloves in the big box?"
"Did you put the thin dresses on top, for we shall want them in the
tropics," etc, when all of a sudden Louise sprang up with a gasp and a
shout:
"Stop the cab! stop the cab!"
"What for?"
"Stop the cab, I say!"
"She must be ill," we cried. "Stop the cab!" and an unharmonious trio
immediately assailed the ears of the driver: "Stop the cab!"
The cab stopped. "What's up anyhow?" inquired the London Jehu.
"I have left my diary on the dressing-table!"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
If any of you have kept a diary you will understand the dread horror
that overwhelmed us all at this awful announcement: one gasp, one moment
of terrible silence, and then--action. "I must go back for it at once.
You go on. I will take a hansom and gallop all the way. If I miss the
boat, I will catch you at Dartmouth. I would sooner die than have that
diary read! Hi, driver! Montague Place, Kensington! A half-sovereign
if you drive as fast as you can." Bang! slam! a rush! a roar! and
Louise is whirled away in the hansom cab, with the white-horse and the
dashing-looking driver, with a flower in his button-hole. How the horse
flew! What short cuts the driver took, darting across street-corners,
shaving lamp-posts and imperilling the lives of small boys and old women
selling apples, as only a London hansom-cab driver can! Everybody turns
around as the white horse with the short tail, dragging the cab with its
pale-faced occupant, dashes down the street, through the squares, across
the park, round the crescent, where the policeman looks almost inclined
to stop it, until he sees the anxious look of the girl inside; up the
terrace, down two more streets, and finally, with a clatter, rattle,
bang, a plunge and a bump, horse, cab, and "fare" come to a standstill
at Montague Place. The door is thrown open by the servant-girl. "Have
you seen a red-covered book with a brass lock that I left on the
dressing-table in my room?"
"No, miss."
"Very well, where is Mrs--Oh! there you are! Oh! please, have you seen
a brass book with a red lock, that I left on the--Why, there it is in
your hand! Oh, thank you ever so much! I know you were going to bring
it to me. Good-bye! I shall be just in time.
"London Docks! Cabman, quick! Catch the _Trojan_ before she leaves."
"All right, miss!" A twist, a plunge, a flick with the whip, and the
bob-tailed nag is half-way down Oxford Street before the astonished
landlady can realise the fact that her chance of finding out all the
secrets of Miss Louise is gone forever.
Meanwhile Eva and Frank are anxiously awaiting her arrival on board the
ship: they have visited their state-room and seen their luggage
carefully stored away, and are now left with nothing to do but speculate
as to the result of Louise's expedition. Presently the clanging of the
bell on the bridge gives warning that the warps are to be cast off,
there is a rush to the gangway of the weeping friends of the passengers,
and the hoarse cry passes along the quay: "Ease her off gently there!
Forward! Stand by the cast-off!" The two girls are almost in despair,
and have resigned themselves to the possible postponement of the
journey, for Louise's catching the boat at Dartmouth seems to them only
a bare possibility; when the people idling on the quay suddenly part
from side to side, and a hansom cab with the self-same short-tailed
"white" horse and knowing-looking driver dash triumphantly up the
gangway, already in course of being drawn from the ship, and deposit the
diary (for that seems to be for the moment of the most importance) and
Louise into the arms of the quartermaster. Blessings on that London
hansom cab, its horse, and knowing driver. They had nobly done their
duty and at 11:29, one minute before the ship casts off to drop down the
river, the three sisters with the recovered diary are safe on board the
steamer.
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Moral: Don't keep a diary.
CHAPTER THREE.
Soon after nightfall the lights along the coast began to fade slowly out
of sight, at length entirely disappearing, and we were left in our
little world bounded by the bulwarks of the ship, with the ocean on all
sides, and the star-studded heaven above, sailing out into that "summer
voyage of the world," as it is called. Certainly to us the recollection
of it is like a long, happy summer's dream, passed under the bluest of
skies by day, and the brightest of stars by night. On the sixth day
after leaving Dartmouth (a long passage, we were told) we sighted the
beautiful Island of Madeira. The weather had cleared, the air was
deliciously fresh and balmy, the sea calm; and every one on deck to view
the purple cloud slowly rising from the sea, which, they informed us,
was Madeira.
Gradually the cloud assumed shape, then deeper shadows appeared here and
there, till at last we could discern the graceful uplands, the mountain
island, and the fantastically formed rocks strewn along the coast, with
the sea breaking into foam on the picturesque beach.
For half an hour we skirted along the coast, seeing no other signs of
human habitation than an occasional hut among the boulders on the
cliffs, until, rounding a point, we came suddenly upon the beautiful
village of Funchal, which is built on the beach of a romantic bay, with
the verdant hills rising in grassy terraces in every direction. Low,
white stone buildings peeped out from small forests, and the air was
soft and balmy as it gently fanned the cheek, giving one a delicious
sense of rest and warmth, only to be felt and appreciated on the borders
of the tropics after a cold, damp, cheerless English winter. Scarcely
had we dropped anchor ere the deck of the ship was swarming with men and
women from the shore, offering for sale native work of every
description, wicker basket chairs, sofas, tables, inlaid work-boxes,
feather flowers, parrots, canaries, such lovely embroidery, and, what
was most acceptable to many of us, the varied fruits of the island.
Whilst feasting ourselves with bananas, mangoes, oranges, etc, we had an
opportunity of observing the strange jumble of humanity on our decks,
and surrounding the ship in row-boats of all sizes and shapes. Scores
of half-nude, dark-skinned boys were in the boats chattering and
tempting passengers to throw coins into the water for them to dive
after, and the amount of dexterity they displayed in diving after a
sixpence, catching it before it had sunk apparently more than five or
six feet, sometimes bringing it up between their toes, was truly
remarkable.
On the deck everything was noise and confusion; the sailors at work
unloading cargo were hustling the swarthy half-breed Portuguese peddlers
out of their way, while they, with one eye on their customers and
another on their wares (for Mr Jack Tar is not at all particular about
throwing overboard anything that happens to be in his way), were
chattering away in a polyglot tongue half English and half Portuguese,
praising their own goods and deprecating their neighbours'.
They will take generally before they leave the ship less than one-half
what they ask for their goods when they first come aboard, and we
noticed that passengers who had been to Madeira before did not attempt
to make a bargain until the vessel was just about to start. As we were
to remain at anchor five or six hours we wished to take a run on shore,
and, together with a married lady and her husband, chartered one of the
queer cheese-box-looking boats for the expedition.
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A LOVER'S DIARY, Complete
By Gilbert Parker
CONTENTS
Volume 1.
THE VISION
ABOVE THE DIN
LOVE'S COURAGE
LOVE'S LANGUAGE
ASPIRATION
THE MEETING
THE NEST
PISGAH
LOVE IS ENOUGH
AT THE PLAY
SO CALM THE WORLD
THE WELCOME
THE SHRINE
THE TORCH
IN ARMOUR
IN THEE MY ART
DENIAL
TESTAMENT
CAPTIVITY
O MYSTIC WINGS
WAS IT THY FACE?
A WOMAN'S HAND
ONE FACE I SEE
MOTHER
WHEN FIRST I SAW THEE
THE FATES LAUGH
AS ONE WHO WAITETH
THE SEALING
THE PLEDGE
LOVE'S TRIBUTARIES
THE CHOICE
RECOGNITION
THE WAY OF DREAMS
THE ACCOLADE
FALLEN IDOLS
TENNYSON
THE ANOINTED
Volume 2.
DREAMS
THE BRIDE
THE WRAITH
SURRENDER
THE CITADEL
MALFEASANCE
ANNUNCIATION
VANISHED DREAMS
INTO THY LAND
DIVIDED
WE MUST LIVE ON
YET LIFE IS SWEET
LOST FOOTSTEPS
THE CLOSED DOOR
THE CHALICE
MIO DESTINO
I HAVE BEHELD
TOO SOON AWAY
THE TREASURE
DAHIN
LOVE'S USURY
THE DECREE
'TIS MORNING NOW
SACRIFICE
SHINE ON
SO, THOU ART GONE
THE THOUSAND THINGS
ONES
THE SEA
THE CHART
REVEALING
OVERCOMING
WHITHER NOW
ARARAT
AS LIGHT LEAPS UP
THE DARKENED WAY
REUNITED
SONG WAS GONE FROM ME
GOOD WAS THE FIGHT
UNCHANGED
ABSOLVO TE
BENEDICTUS
THE MESSAGE
UNAVAILING
YOU SHALL LIVE ON
"VEX NOT THIS GHOST"
THE MEMORY
THE PASSING
ENVOY
INTRODUCTION
'A Lover's Diary' has not the same modest history as 'Embers'. As far
back as 1894 it was given to the public without any apology or excuse,
but I have been apologising for it ever since, in one way--without avail.
I wished that at least one-fifth of it had not been published; but my
apology was never heard till now as I withdraw from this edition of A
Lover's Diary some twenty-five sonnets representing fully one-fifth of
the original edition. As it now stands the faint thread of narrative is
more distinct, and redundancy of sentiment and words is modified to some
extent at any rate. Such material story as there is, apart from the
spiritual history embodied in the sonnets, seems more visible now, and
the reader has a clearer revelation of a young, aspiring, candid mind
shadowed by stern conventions of thought, dogma, and formula, but
breaking loose from the environment which smothered it. The price it
pays for the revelation is a hopeless love informed by temptation, but
lifted away from ruinous elements by self-renunciation, to end with the
inevitable parting, poignant and permanent, a task of the soul finished
and the toll of the journey of understanding paid.
The six sonnets in italics, beginning with 'The Bride', and ending with
'Annunciation', have nothing to do with the story further than to show
two phases of the youth's mind before it was shaken by speculation,
plunged into the sadness of doubt and apprehension, and before it had
found the love which was to reveal it to itself, transform the character,
and give new impulse and direction to personal force and individual
sense. These were written when I was twenty and twenty-one years of age,
and the sonnet sequence of 'A Lover's Diary' was begun when I was
twenty-three. They were continued over seven years in varying quantity.
Sometimes two or three were written in a week, and then no more would be
written for several weeks or maybe months, and it is clearly to be seen
from the text, from the change in style, and above all in the nature of
the thought that between 'The Darkened Way', which ends one epoch, and
'Reunited', which begins another and the last epoch, were intervening
years.
The sonnet which begins the book and particularly that which ends the
book have been very widely quoted, and 'Envoy' has been set to music by
more than one celebrated musician. Whatever the monotony of a sonnet
sequence (and it is a form which I should not have chosen if I had been
older and wiser) there has been a continuous, if limited, demand for the
little book. As Edmund Clarence Stedman said in a review, it was a book
which had to be written. It was an impulse, a vision, and a revealing,
and, in his own words in a letter to me, "It was to be done whether you
willed it or no, and there it is a truthful thing of which you shall be
glad in spite of what you say."
These last words of the great critic were in response to the sudden
repentance and despair I felt after Messrs. Stone and Kimball had
published the book in exquisite form with a beautiful frontispiece by
Will H. Low. In any case, it is now too late to try and disabuse the
minds of those who care for the little piece of artistry, and since 1894,
when it was published, I have matured sufficiently in life's academy not
to be too unduly sensitive either as to the merit or demerit of my work.
There is, after all, an unlovable kind of vanity in acute self-criticism
--as though it mattered deeply to the world whether one ever wrote
anything; or, having written, as though it mattered to the world enough
to stir it in its course by one vibration. The world has drunk deep of
wonderful literature, and all that I can do is make a small brew with a
little flavour of my own; but it still could get on very well indeed with
the old staple and matured vintages were I never to write at all.
The King--Whence art thou, sir?
Gilfaron--My Lord, I know not well.
Indeed, I am a townsman of the world.
For once my mother told me that she saw
The Angel of the Cross Roads lead me out,
And point to every corner of the sky,
And say, "Thy feet shall follow in the trail
Of every tribe; and thou shalt pitch thy tent
Wherever thou shalt see a human face
Which hath thereon the alphabet of life;
Yea, thou shalt spell it out e'en as a child:
And therein wisdom find."
The King--Art thou wise?
Gilfaron--Only according to the Signs.
The King--What signs?
Gilfaron--The first--the language of the Garden, sire,
When man spoke with the naked searching thought,
Unlacquered of the world.
The King--Speak so forthwith; come, show us to be wise.
Gilfaron--The Angel of the Cross Roads to me said:
"And wisdom comes by looking eye to eye,
Each seeing his own soul as in a glass;
For ye shall find the Lodges of the Wise,
The farthest Camp of the Delightful Fires,
By marching two by two, not one by one."
--The King's Daughter.
THE VISION
As one would stand who saw a sudden light
Flood down the world, and so encompass him
And in that world illumined Seraphim
Brooded above and gladdened to his sight;
So stand I in the flame of one great thought,
That broadens to my soul from where she waits,
Who, yesterday, drew wide the inner gates
Of all my being to the hopes I sought.
Her words come to me like a summer-song,
Blown from the throat of some sweet nightingale;
I stand within her light the whole day long,
And think upon her till the white stars fail:
I lift my head towards all that makes life wise,
And see no farther than my lady's eyes.
ABOVE THE DIN
Silence sits often on me as I touch
Her presence; I am like a bird that hears
A note diviner than it knows, and fears
To share the larger harmony too much.
My soul leaps up, as to a sudden sound
A long-lost traveller, when, by her grace,
I learn of her life's sweetness face to face,
And sweep the chords of sympathies profound.
Her regal nature calmly holds its height
Above life's din, while moving in its maze.
Unworthy thoughts would die within her sight,
And mean deeds creep to darkness from her gaze.
Yet only in my dreams can I set down
The word that gives her nobleness a crown.
LOVE'S COURAGE
Courage have I to face all bitter things,
That start out darkly from the rugged path,
Leading to life's achievement; not God's wrath
Would sit so heavy when my lady sings.
I did not know what life meant till I felt
Her hand clasp mine in compact to the end;
Till her dear voice said, "See, I am your friend!"
And at her feet, amazed, my spirit knelt.
And yet I spoke but hoarsely then my thought,
I groped amid a thousand forces there;
Her understanding all my meaning caught,
It was illumined in her atmosphere.
She read it line by line, and then there fell
The curtain on the shrine-and it is well.
LOVE'S LANGUAGE
Just now a wave of perfume floated up
To greet my senses as I broke the seal
Of her short letter; and I still can feel
It stir me as a saint the holy cup.
The missive lies there,--but a few plain words:
A thought about a song, a note of praise,
And social duties such as fill the days
Of women; then a thing that undergirds
The phrases like a psalm: a line that reads--
"I wish that you were coming!" Why, it lies
Upon my heart like blossoms on the skies,
Like breath of balm upon the clover meads.
The perfumed words soothe me into a dream;
My thoughts float to her on the scented stream.
ASPIRATION
None ever climbed to mountain heights of song,
But felt the touch of some good woman's palm;
None ever reached God's altitude of calm,
But heard one voice cry, "Follow!" from the throng.
I would not place her as an image high
Above my reach, cold, in some dim recess,
Where never she should feel a warm caress
Of this my hand that serves her till I die.
I would not set her higher than my heart,--
Though she is nobler than I e'er can be;
Because she placed me from the crowd apart,
And with her tenderness she honoured me.
Because of this, I hold me worthier
To be her kinsman, while I worship her.
THE MEETING
O marvel of our nature, that one life
Strikes through the thousand lives that fold it round,
To find another, even as a sound
Sweeps to a song through elemental strife!
Through cycles infinite the forces wait,
Which destiny has set for union here;
No circumstance can warp them from their sphere;
They meet sometime; and this is God and Fate.
And God is Law, and Fate is Law in use,
And we are acted on by some deep cause,
Which sanctifies "I will" and "I refuse,"
When Love speaks--Love, the peaceful end of Laws.
And I, from many conflicts over-past,
Find here Love, Law, and God, at last.
THE NEST
High as the eagle builds his lonely nest
Above the sea, above the paths of man,
And makes the elements his barbican,
That none may break the mother-eagle's rest;
So build I far above all human eyes
My nest of love; Heaven's face alone bends down
To give it sunlight, starlight; while is blown
A wind upon it out of Paradise.
None shall affright, no harm may come to her,
Whom I have set there in that lofty home:
Love's eye is sleepless; I could feel the stir
E'en of God's cohorts, if they chanced to come.
I am her shield; I would that I might prove
How dear I hold the lady of my love.
WHEN thou makest a voyage to the stars, go thou blindfolded;
and carry not a sword, but the sandals of thy youth.
--Egyptian Proverb.
SEEK thou the Angel of the Cross Roads ere thou goest upon a
journey, and she will give thee wisdom at the Four Corners.
--Egyptian Proverb.
PISGAH
Behold, now, I have touched the highest point
In my existence. When I turn my eyes
Backward to scan my outlived agonies,
I feel God's finger touch me, to anoint
With this sweet Present the ungenerous Past,
With love the wounds that struck stark in my soul;
With hope life's aching restlessness and dole;
To show me place to anchor in at last.
Like to a mother bending o'er the bed
Where sleeps, death-silent, one that left her side
Ere he had reached the flow of manhood's tide,
So stood I by my life whence Life had fled.
But Life came back at Love's clear trumpet-call,
And at Love's feet I cast the useless pall.
LOVE IS ENOUGH
It is enough that in this burdened time
The soul sees all its purposes aright.
The rest--what does it matter? Soon the night
Will come to whelm us, then the morning chime.
What does it matter, if but in the way
One hand clasps ours, one heart believes us true;
One understands the work we try to do,
And strives through Love to teach us what to say?
Between me and the chilly outer air
Which blows in from the world, there standeth one
Who draws Love's curtains closely everywhere,
As God folds down the banners of the sun.
Warm is my place about me, and above
Where was the raven, I behold the dove.
AT THE PLAY
I felt her fan my shoulder touch to-night.
Soft act, faint touch, no meaning did it bear
To any save myself, who felt the air
Of a new feeling cross my soul's clear sight.
To me what matter that the players played!
They grew upon the instant like the toys
Which dance before the sight of idle boys;
I could not hear the laughter that they made.
Swept was I on that breath her hand had drawn,
Through the dull air, into a mountain-space,
Where shafts of the bright sun-god interlace,
Making the promise of a golden dawn.
And straightway crying, "O my heart, rejoice!"
It found its music in my lady's voice.
SO CALM THE WORLD
Far up the sky the sunset glamour spreads,
Far off the city lies in golden mist;
The sea grows calm, the waves the sun has kissed
Strike white hands softly 'gainst the rocky heads.
So calm the world, so still the city lies,
So warm the haze that spreads o'er everything;
And yet where, there, Peace sits as Lord and King,
Havoc will reign when next the sun shall rise.
The wheels pause only for a little space,
And in the pause they gather strength again.
'Tis but the veil drawn over Labour's face,
O'er strife, derision, and the sin of men.
My heart with a sweet inner joy o'erflows
To nature's peace, and a kind silence knows.
THE WELCOME
But see: my lady comes. I hear her feet
Upon the sward; she standeth by my side.
Just such a face Raphael had deified,
If in his day they two had chanced to meet.
And I, tossed by the tide of circumstance,
Lifting weak hands against a host of swords,
Paused suddenly to hear her gentle words
Making powerless the lightnings of mischance.
I, who was but a maker of poor songs,
That one might sing behind his prison bars,
I, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs--
She smiled on me as smile the nearest stars.
From her deep soul I draw my peace, and thus,
One wreath of rhyme I weave for both of us.
THE SHRINE
Were I but as the master souls who move
In their high place, immortal on the earth,
My song might be a thing to crown her worth,--
'Tis but a pathway for the feet of Love.
But since she walks where I am fain to sing,
Since she has said, "I listen, O my friend!"
There is a glory lent the song I send,
And I am proud, yes, prouder than a king.
I grow to nobler use beneath her eyes--
Eyes that smile on me so serenely, will
They smile a welcome though my best hope dies,
And greet me at the summit of the hill?
Will she, for whom my heart has built a shrine,
Take from me all that makes this world divine?
THE TORCH
Art's use what is it but to touch the springs
Of nature? But to hold a torch up for
Humanity in Life's large corridor,
To guide the feet of peasants and of kings!
What is it but to carry union through
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TRINITY COLLEGE, HARTFORD.
BY SAMUEL HART, D.D., PROFESSOR OF LATIN.
Illustrations:
Trinity College In 1869.
T. C. Brownell.
Trinity College In 1828.
J. Williams.
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Proposed New College Buildings.
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LESLIE BROOKE'S
A NURSERY RHYME
[Illustration]
PICTURE BOOK
NUMBER
ONE
CHILDREN'S BOOKS
A NURSERY RHYME PICTURE BOOK
[Illustration]
A NURSERY RHYME
PICTURE BOOK
WITH DRAWINGS IN COLOUR
AND BLACK AND WHITE
BY
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KING ROBERT
THE BRUCE:
FAMOUS SCOTS SERIES
_The following Volumes are now ready_:--
THOMAS CARLYLE. By HECTOR C. MacPHERSON.
ALLAN RAMSAY. By OLIPHANT SMEATON.
HUGH MILLER. By W. KEITH LEASK.
JOHN KNOX. By A. TAYLOR INNES.
ROBERT BURNS. By GABRIEL SETOUN.
THE BALLADISTS. By JOHN GEDDIE.
RICHARD CAMERON. By PROFESSOR HERKLESS.
SIR JAMES Y. SIMPSON. By EVE BLANTYRE SIMPSON.
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A HISTORY OF THE INQUISITION
VOL. I.
A HISTORY OF
THE INQUISITION
OF
THE MIDDLE AGES.
BY
HENRY CHARLES LEA,
AUTHOR OF
"AN HISTORICAL SKETCH OF SACERDOTAL CELIBACY," "SUPERSTITION AND FORCE,"
"STUDIES IN CHURCH HISTORY."
_IN THREE VOLUMES_.
VOL. I.
NEW YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE.
Copyright, 1887, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
_All rights reserved._
PREFACE.
The history of the Inquisition naturally divides itself into two
portions, each of which may be considered as a whole. The Reformation is
the boundary-line between them, except in Spain, where the New
Inquisition was founded by Ferdinand and Isabella. In the present work I
have sought to present an impartial account of the institution as it
existed during the earlier period. For the second portion I have made
large collections of material, through which I hope in due time to
continue the history to its end.
The Inquisition was not an organization arbitrarily devised and imposed
upon the judicial system of Christendom by the ambition or fanaticism of
the Church. It was rather a natural--one may almost say an
inevitable--evolution of the forces at work in the thirteenth century,
and no one can rightly appreciate the process of its development and the
results of its activity without a somewhat minute consideration of the
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HEART OF EUROPE
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HEART OF EUROPE
BY
RALPH ADAMS CRAM, LITT.D., LL.D.
F.A.I.A., A.N.A., F.R.G.S.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
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A
PROPOSAL
For the better Supplying of
CHURCHES
IN OUR
_Foreign Plantations_,
AND FOR
Converting the Savage _Americans_
to CHRISTIANITY,
By a COLLEGE to be erected in the
_Summer Islands_, otherwise called the
Isles of _Bermuda_.
_The harvest is truly great, but the labourers are few_, Luke c.
10. v. 2.
_LONDON_,
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WORK
[TRAVAIL]
BY
ÉMILE ZOLA
TRANSLATED BY
ERNEST ALFRED VIZETELLY
LONDON
CHATTO & WINDUS
1901
PREFACE
'Work' is the second book of the new series which M. Zola began with
'Fruitfulness,' and which he hopes to complete with 'Truth' and
'Justice.' I should much have liked to discuss here in some detail
several of the matters which M. Zola brings forward in this instalment
of his literary testament, but unfortunately the latter part of the
present translation has been made by me in the midst of great bodily
suffering, and I have not now the strength to do as I desired. I will
only say, therefore, that 'Work' embraces many features. It is, first,
an exposition of M. Zola's gospel of work, as the duty of every man
born into the world and the sovereign cure for many ills--a gospel
which he has set forth more than once in the course of his numerous
writings, and which will be found synthetised, so to say, in a paper
called 'Life and Labour' translated by me for the 'New Review' some
years ago.[1] Secondly, 'Work' deals with the present-day conditions
of society so far as those conditions are affected by Capital and
Labour. And, thirdly and particularly, it embraces a scheme of social
reorganisation and regeneration in which the ideas of Charles Fourier,
the eminent philosopher, are taken as a basis and broadened and adapted
to the needs of a new century. Some may regard this scheme as being
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Established by Edward L. Youmans
APPLETONS'
POPULAR SCIENCE
MONTHLY
EDITED BY
WILLIAM JAY YOUMANS
VOL. LIV
NOVEMBER, 1898, TO APRIL, 1899
NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1899
COPYRIGHT, 1899,
BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.
VOL. LIV. ESTABLISHED BY EDWARD L. YOUMANS. NO. 2.
APPLETONS' POPULAR SCIENCE MONTHLY.
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Transcriber’s Notes
Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations
in hyphenation have been standardised but all other spelling and
punctuation remains unchanged.
Footnotes are at the end of Chapters.
Italics are represented thus _italic_.
INTRODUCTION TO THE
SCIENTIFIC STUDY OF
EDUCATION
BY
CHARLES HUBBARD JUDD
PROFESSOR OF EDUCATION AND DIRECTOR OF THE SCHOOL
OF EDUCATION OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO
GINN AND COMPANY
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YOUNG AMERICAN READERS
OUR HOME
AND PERSONAL DUTY
BY
JANE EAYRE FRYER
AUTHOR OF “THE MARY FRANCES STORY-INSTRUCTION BOOKS”
ILLUSTRATIONS BY EDNA A. COOKE AND FROM PHOTOGRAPHS
[Illustration]
_In these vital tasks of acquiring a broader view of
human possibilities the common school must have a large
part. I urge that teachers and other school officers
increase materially the time and attention devoted
to instruction bearing directly on the problems of
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This etext was created by Gregory Walker, in Austin, Texas, for the
Digital Daguerreian Archive Project--electronic texts from the dawn of
photography.
Internet: [email protected] CompuServe: 73577,677
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I hope this etext inspires a wider interest in the origins of
photography and in the modern practice of the Daguerreian Art.
THE HISTORY AND PRACTICE OF THE ART OF PHOTOGRAPHY;
OR THE PRODUCTION OF PICTURES THROUGH THE AGENCY OF LIGHT.
CONTAINING ALL THE INSTRUCTIONS NECESSARY FOR THE COMPLETE PRACTICE OF
THE DAGUERREAN AND PHOTOGENIC ART, BOTH ON METALLIC PLATES AND ON PAPER.
By HENRY H. SNELLING.
ILLUSTRATED WITH WOOD CUTS.
New York: PUBLISHED BY G. P. PUTNAM, 155 Broadway, 1849.
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1849, by H. H.
Snelling, in the Clerk's office, of the District Court of the Southern
District of New York.
New York: PRINTED BY BUSTEED & McCOY, 163 Fulton Street.
TO EDWARD ANTHONY, ESQ., AN ESTEEMED FRIEND.
Whose gentlemanly deportment, liberal feelings, and strict integrity
have secured him a large circle of friends, this work is Respectfully
Dedicated By the AUTHOR.
PREFACE.
The object of this little work is to fill a void much complained of by
Daguerreotypists--particularly young beginners.
The author has waited a long time in hopes that some more able pen
would be devoted to the subject, but the wants of the numerous, and
constantly increasing, class, just mentioned, induces him to wait no
longer.
All the English works on the subject--particularly on the practical
application, of Photogenic drawing--are deficient in many minute
details, which are essential to a complete understanding of the art.
Many of their methods of operating are entirely different from, and
much inferior to, those practised in the United States: their
apparatus, also, cannot compare with ours for completeness, utility or
simplicity.
I shall, therefore, confine myself principally--so far as Photogenic
drawing upon metalic plates is concerned--to the methods practised by
the most celebrated and experienced operators, drawing upon French and
English authority only in cases where I find it essential to the
purpose for which I design my work, namely: furnishing a complete
system of Photography; such an one as will enable any gentleman, or
lady, who may wish to practise the art, for profit or amusement, to do
so without the trouble and expense of seeking instruction from
professors, which in many cases within my own knowledge has prevented
persons from embracing the profession.
To English authors I am principally indebted for that portion of my
work relating to Photogenic drawing on paper. To them we owe nearly
all the most important improvements in that branch of the art.
Besides, it has been but seldom attempted in the United States, and
then without any decided success. Of these attempts I shall speak
further in the Historical portion of this volume.
Every thing essential, therefore, to a complete knowledge of the whole
art, comprising all the most recent discoveries and improvements down
to the day of publication will be found herein laid down.
CONTENTS
I. A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE ART.
II. THE THEORY ON LIGHT.--THE PHOTOGRAPHIC PRINCIPLE
III. SYNOPSIS OF MR. HUNT'S TREATISE ON "THE INFLUENCE OF THE
SOLAR RAYS ON COMPOUND BODIES, WITH ESPECIAL REFERENCE TO
THEIR PHOTOGRAPHIC APPLICATION."
IV. A FEW HINTS AND SUGGESTIONS TO DAGUERREOTYPISTS.
V. DAGUERREOTYPE APPARATUS.
VI. THE DAGUERREOTYPE PROCESS.
VII. PAPER DAGUERREOTYPES.--ETCHING DAGUERREOTYPES.
VIII. PHOTOGENIC DRAWING ON PAPER.
IX. CALOTYPE AND CHRYSOTYPE.
X. CYANOTYPE--ENERGIATYPE--CHROMATYPE--ANTHOTYPE--AMPHITYPE
AND "CRAYON DAGUERREOTYPE."
XI. ON THE PROBABILITY OF PRODUCING COLORED PICTURES BY THE SOLAR
RADIATIONS--PHOTOGRAPHIC DEVIATIONS--LUNAR PICTURES--DRUMMOND
LIGHT.
XII. ON COLORING DAGUERREOTYPES.
XIII. THE PHOTOGRAPHOMETER.
INDEX.
INTRODUCTION
New York, January 27, 1849.
E. ANTHONY, ESQ.
Dear Sir,--In submitting the accompanying "History and Practice of
Photography" to your perusal, and for your approbation, I do so with
the utmost confidence in your ability as a practical man, long engaged
in the science of which it treats, as well as your knowledge of the
sciences generally; as well as your regard for candor. To you,
therefore, I leave the decision whether or no I have accomplished my
purpose, and produced a work which may not only be of practical benefit
to the Daguerrean artist, but of general interest to the reading
public, and your decision will influence me in offering it for, or
withholding it from, publication.
If it meets your approbation, I would most respectfully ask permission
to dedicate it to you, subscribing myself,
With esteem,
Ever truly yours,
HENRY H. SNELLING
New York, February 1st, 1849.
Mr. H. H. SNELLING.
Dear Sir--Your note of January 27th, requesting permission to dedicate
to me your "History and Practice of Photography," I esteem a high
compliment, particularly since I have read the manuscript of your work.
Such a treatise has long been needed, and the manner in which you have
handled the subject will make the book as interesting to the reading
public as it is valuable to the Daguerrean artist, or the amateur
dabbler in Photography. I have read nearly all of the many works upon
this art that have emanated from the London and Paris presses, and I
think the reader will find in yours the pith of them all, with much
practical and useful information that I do not remember to have seen
communicated elsewhere.
There is much in it to arouse the reflective and inventive faculties of
our Daguerreotypists. They have heretofore stumbled along with very
little knowledge of the true theory of their art, and yet the quality
of their productions is far in advance of those of the French and
English artists, most of whose establishments I have had the pleasure
of visiting I feel therefore, that when a sufficient amount of
theoretic knowledge shall have been added to this practical skill on
the part of our operators, and when they shall have been made fully
acquainted with what has been attained or attempted by others, a still
greater advance in the art will be manifested.
A GOOD Daguerreotypist is by no means a mere machine following a
certain set of fixed rules. Success in this art requires personal
skill and artistic taste to a much greater degree than the unthinking
public generally imagine; in fact more than is imagined by nine-tenths
of the Daguerreotypists themselves. And we see as a natural result,
that while the business numbers its thousands of votaries, but few rise
to any degree of eminence. It is because they look upon their business
as a mere mechanical operation, and having no aim or pride beyond the
earning of their daily bread, they calculate what will be a fair per
centage on the cost of their plate, case, and chemicals, leaving MIND,
which is as much CAPITAL as anything else (where it is exercised,)
entirely out of the question.
The art of taking photographs on PAPER, of which your work treats at
considerable length, has as yet attracted but little attention in this
country, though destined, as I fully believe, to attain an importance
far superior to that to which the Daguerreotype has risen.
The American mind needs a waking up upon the subject, and I think your
book will give a powerful impulse in this direction. In Germany a high
degree of perfection has been reached, and I hope your countrymen will
not be slow to follow.
Your interesting account of the experiments of Mr. Wattles was entirely
new to me, and is another among the many evidences that when the age is
fully ripe for any great discovery, it is rare that it does not occur
to more than a single mind.
Trusting that your work will meet with the encouragement which your
trouble in preparing it deserves, and with gratitude for the undeserved
compliment paid to me in its dedication,
I remain, very sincerely,
Your friend and well wisher,
E. ANTHONY.
PHOTOGRAPHY.
CHAP. I.
A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE ART.
As in all cases of great and valuable inventions in science and art the
English lay claim to the honor of having first discovered that of
Photogenic drawing. But we shall see in the progress of this history,
that like many other assumptions of their authors, priority in this is
no more due them, then the invention of steamboats, or the cotton gin.
This claim is founded upon the fact that in 1802 Mr. Wedgwood recorded
an experiment in the Journal of the Royal Institution of the following
nature.
"A piece of paper, or other convenient material, was placed upon a
frame and sponged over with a solution of nitrate of silver; it was
then placed behind a painting on glass and the light traversing the
painting produced a kind of copy upon the prepared paper, those parts
in which the rays were least intercepted being of the darkest hues.
Here, however, terminated the experiment; for although both Mr.
Wedgwood and Sir Humphry Davey experimented carefully, for the purpose
of endeavoring to fix the drawings thus obtained, yet the object could
not be accomplished, and the whole ended in failure."
This, by their own showing, was the earliest attempt of the English
savans. But this much of the principle was known to the Alchemists at
an early date--although practically produced in another way--as the
following experiment, to be found in old books, amply proves.
"Dissolve chalk in aquafortis to the consistence of milk, and add to it
a strong solution of silver; keep this liquor in a glass bottle well
stopped; then cutting out from a piece of paper the letters you would
have appear, paste it on the decanter, and lay it in the sun's rays in
such a manner that the rays may pass through the spaces cut out of the
paper and fall on the surface of the liquor the part of the glass
through which the rays pass will be turned black, while that under the
paper remains white; but particular care must be observed that the
bottle be not moved during the operation."
Had not the alchemists been so intent upon the desire to discover the
far famed philosopher's stone, as to make them unmindful of the
accidental dawnings of more valuable discoveries, this little
experiment in chemistry might have induced them to prosecute a more
thorough search into the principle, and Photogenic art would not now,
as it is, be a new one.
It is even asserted that the Jugglers of India were for many ages in
possession of a secret by which they were enabled, in a brief space, to
copy the likeness of any individual by the action of light. This fact,
if fact it be, may account for the celebrated magic mirrors said to be
possessed by these jugglers, and probable cause of their power over the
people.
However, as early as 1556 the fact was established that a combination
of chloride and silver, called, from its appearance, horn silver, was
blackened by the sun's rays; and in the latter part of the last century
Mrs. Fulhame published an experiment by which a change of color was
effected in the chloride of gold by the agency of light; and gave it as
her opinion that words might be written in this way. These incidents
are considered as the first steps towards the discovery of the
Photogenic art.
Mr. Wedgwood's experiments can scarcely be said to be any improvement
on them since he failed to bring them to practical usefulness, and his
countrymen will have to be satisfied with awarding the honor of its
complete adaptation to practical purposes, to MM. Niepce and Daguerre
of France, and to Professors Draper, and Morse of New-York.
These gentlemen--MM. Niepce and Daguerre--pursued the subject
simultaneously, without either, however being aware of the experiments
of his colleague in science. For several years, each pursued his
researches individually until chance made them acquainted, when they
entered into co-partnership, and conjointly brought the art almost to
perfection.
M. Niepce presented his first paper on the subject to the Royal Society
in 1827, naming his discovery Heliography. What led him to the study
of the principles of the art I have no means, at present, of knowing,
but it was probably owing to the facts recorded by the Alchemists, Mrs.
Fulhame and others, already mentioned. But M. Daguerre, who is a
celebrated dioramic painter, being desirous of employing some of the
singularly changeable salts of silver to produce a peculiar class of
effects in his paintings, was led to pursue an investigation which
resulted in the discovery of the Daguerreotype, or Photogenic drawing
on plates of copper coated with silver.
To this gentleman--to his liberality--are we Americans indebted for the
free use of his invention; and the large and increasing class of
Daguerrean artists of this country should hold him in the most profound
respect for it. He was not willing that it should be confined to a few
individuals who might monopolise the benefits to be derived from its
practice, and shut out all chance of improvement. Like a true, noble
hearted French gentleman he desired that his invention should spread
freely throughout the whole world. With these views he opened
negociations with the French government which were concluded most
favorably to both the inventors, and France has the "glory of endowing
the whole world of science and art with one of the most surprising
discoveries that honor the land."
Notwithstanding this, it has been patented in England and the result is
what might have been expected: English pictures are far below the
standard of excellence of those taken by American artists. I have seen
some medium portraits, for which a guinea each had been paid, and taken
too, by a celebrated artist, that our poorest Daguerreotypists would be
ashamed to show to a second person, much less suffer to leave their
rooms.
CALOTYPE, the name given to one of the methods of Photogenic drawing on
paper, discovered, and perfected by Mr. Fox Talbot of England, is
precisely in the same predicament, not only in that country but in the
United States, Mr. Talbot being patentee in both. He is a man of some
wealth, I believe, but he demands so high a price for a single right in
this country, that none can be found who have the temerity to purchase.
The execution of his pictures is also inferior to those taken by the
German artists, and I would remark en passant, that the Messrs. Mead
exhibited at the last fair of the American Institute, (of 1848,) four
Calotypes, which one of the firm brought from Germany last Spring, that
for beauty, depth of tone and excellence of execution surpass the
finest steel engraving.
When Mr. Talbot's patent for the United States expires and our
ingenious Yankee boys have the opportunity, I have not the slightest
doubt of the Calotype, in their hands, entirely superceding the
Daguerreotype.
Let them, therefore, study the principles of the art as laid down in
this little work, experiment, practice and perfect themselves in it,
and when that time does arrive be prepared to produce that degree of
excellence in Calotype they have already obtained in Daguerreotype.
It is to Professor Samuel F. B. Morse, the distinguished inventor of
the Magnetic Telegraph, of New York, that we are indebted for the
application of Photography, to portrait taking. He was in Paris, for
the purpose of presenting to the scientific world his Electro-Magnetic
Telegraph, at the time, (1838,) M. Daguerre announced his splendid
discovery, and its astounding results having an important bearing on
the arts of design arrested his attention. In his letter to me on the
subject, the Professor gives the following interesting facts.
"The process was a secret, and negociations were then in progress, for
the disclosure of it to the public between the French government and
the distinguished discoverer. M. Daguerre had shown his results to the
king, and to a few only of the distinguished savans, and by the advice
of M. Arago, had determined to wait the action of the French Chambers,
before showing them to any other persons. I was exceedingly desirous
of seeing them, but knew not how to approach M. Daguerre who was a
stranger to me. On mentioning my desire to Robert Walsh, Esq., our
worthy Consul, he said to me;'state that you are an American, the
inventor of the Telegraph, request to see them, and invite him in turn
to see the Telegraph, and I know enough of the urbanity and liberal
feelings of the French, to insure you an invitation.' I was successfull
in my application, and with a young friend, since deceased, the
promising son of Edward Delevan, Esq., I passed a most delightful hour
with M. Daguerre, and his enchanting sun-pictures. My letter containing
an account of this visit, and these pictures, was the first
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LATIN AMERICA AND THE
UNITED STATES
ADDRESSES
BY
ELIHU ROOT
COLLECTED AND EDITED BY
ROBERT BACON
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THE POETICAL WORKS
OF
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES
[Volume 3 of the 1893 three volume set]
VERSES FROM THE OLDEST PORTFOLIO
FROM THE "COLLEGIAN," 1830, ILLUSTRATED ANNUALS, ETC.
FIRST VERSES: TRANSLATION FROM THE THE MEETING OF THE DRYADS
THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR
THE TOADSTOOL
THE SPECTRE PIG
TO A CAGED LION
THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY
ILLUSTRATION OF A PICTURE: "A SPANISH GIRL REVERIE"
A ROMAN AQUEDUCT
FROM A BACHELOR'S PRIVATE JOURNAL
LA GRISETTE
OUR YANKEE GIRLS
L'INCONNUE
STANZAS
LINES BY A CLERK
THE PHILOSOPHER TO HIS LOVE
THE POET'S LOT
TO A BLANK SHEET OF PAPER
TO THE PORTRAIT OF "A GENTLEMAN" IN THE ATHENAEUM GALLERY
THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN
A NOONTIDE LYRIC
THE HOT SEASON
A PORTRAIT
AN EVENING THOUGHT. WRITTEN AT SEA
THE WASP AND THE HORNET
"QUI VIVE?"
VERSES FROM THE OLDEST PORTFOLIO
Nescit vox missa reverti.--Horat. Ars Poetica.
Ab lis qua non adjuvant quam mollissime oportet pedem referre.--
Quintillian, L. VI. C. 4.
These verses have always been printed in my collected poems, and as the
best of them may bear a single reading, I allow them to appear, but in a
less conspicuous position than the other productions. A chick, before
his shell is off his back, is hardly a fair subject for severe criticism.
If one has written anything worth preserving, his first efforts may be
objects of interest and curiosity. Other young authors may take
encouragement from seeing how tame, how feeble, how commonplace were the
rudimentary attempts of the half-fledged poet. If the boy or youth had
anything in him, there will probably be some sign of it in the midst of
his imitative mediocrities and ambitious failures. These "first verses"
of mine, written before I was sixteen, have little beyond a common
academy boy's ordinary performance. Yet a kindly critic said there was
one line which showed a poetical quality:--
"The boiling ocean trembled into calm."
One of these poems--the reader may guess which--won fair words from
Thackeray. The Spectre Pig was a wicked suggestion which came into my
head after reading Dana's Buccaneer. Nobody seemed to find it out, and
I never mentioned it to the venerable poet, who might not have been
pleased with the parody. This is enough to say of these unvalued copies
of verses.
FIRST VERSES
PHILLIPS ACADEMY, ANDOVER, MASS., 1824 OR 1825
TRANSLATION FROM THE ENEID, BOOK I.
THE god looked out upon the troubled deep
Waked into tumult from its placid sleep;
The flame of anger kindles in his eye
As the wild waves ascend the lowering sky;
He lifts his head above their awful height
And to the distant fleet directs his sight,
Now borne aloft upon the billow's crest,
Struck by the bolt or by the winds oppressed,
And well he knew that Juno's vengeful ire
Frowned from those clouds and sparkled in that fire.
On rapid pinions as they whistled by
He calls swift Zephyrus and Eurus nigh
Is this your glory in a noble line
To leave your confines and to ravage mine?
Whom I--but let these troubled waves subside--
Another tempest and I'll quell your pride!
Go--bear our message to your master's ear,
That wide as ocean I am despot here;
Let him sit monarch in his barren caves,
I wield the trident and control the waves
He said, and as the gathered vapors break
The swelling ocean seemed a peaceful lake;
To lift their ships the graceful nymphs essayed
And the strong trident lent its powerful aid;
The dangerous banks are sunk beneath the main,
And the light chariot skims the unruffled plain.
As when sedition fires the public mind,
And maddening fury leads the rabble blind,
The blazing torch lights up the dread alarm,
Rage points the steel and fury nerves the arm,
Then, if some reverend Sage appear in sight,
They stand--they gaze, and check their headlong flight,--
He turns the current of each wandering breast
And hushes every passion into rest,--
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THE YOUNG CAVALIER
[Frontispiece: _The next instant a pair of hands grasped the gunwale,
and the dripping head of a man appeared over the side._]
THE
YOUNG CAVALIER
A STORY OF THE CIVIL WARS
BY
PERCY F. WESTERMAN
Author of "'Midst Arctic Perils," "Clinton's Quest"
"The Nameless Island," "The Young Cavalier"
"The Treasure of the Sacred Lake," etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY GORDON BROWNE, R.I.
London
C. Arthur Pearson Ltd.
Henrietta Street
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY
MORRISON AND GIBB LTD., LONDON AND EDINBURGH
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. THE OUTBREAK OF CIVIL WAR
II. COLONEL NICHOLAS FIRESTONE
III. FRIEND OR FOE?
IV. THROUGH THE REBEL LINES
V. CONVOYING THE TREASURE
VI. EDGEHILL
VII. FACE TO FACE WITH DEATH
VIII. OUR ADVENTURE IN LOSTWITHIEL CHURCH
IX. MY MEETING WITH AN OLD FOE
X. ON BOARD THE "EMMA FARLEIGH"
XI. THE "HAPPY ADVENTURE"
XII. THE POWDER MINE
XIII. THE SIEGE OF ASHLEY CASTLE
XIV. SPIKING THE GUNS
XV. THE SECRET PASSAGE
XVI. WITHOUT THE WALLS OF CARISBROOKE
XVII. EXILED
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
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A SELECT COLLECTION OF OLD ENGLISH PLAYS, VOL. IX
Originally published by Robert Dodsley in the Year 1744.
Fourth Edition,
Now first chronologically arranged, revised and enlarged with the Notes
of all the Commentators, and new Notes
By
W. CAREW HAZLITT.
1874-76.
CONTENTS:
How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad
The Return from Parnassus
Wily Beguiled
Lingua
The Miseries of Enforced Marriage
HOW A MAN MAY CHOOSE A GOOD WIFE FROM A BAD.
_EDITION
A Pleasant conceited Comedie, Wherein is shewed how a man may chuse a
good Wife from a bad. As it hath bene sundry times Acted by the Earle of
Worcesters Seruants. London Printed for Mathew Lawe, and are to be solde
at his shop in Paules Church-yard, neare unto S. Augustines gate, at the
signe of the Foxe_. 1602. 4to.
[There were editions in 1605, 1608, 1614, 1621, 1630, 1634, all in 4to.
It is not improbable that the author was Joshua Cooke, to whom, in an
old hand on the title of edit. 1602 in the Museum, it is attributed.]
[PREFACE TO THE FORMER EDITION.[1]]
This play agrees perfectly with the description given of it in the
title; it is certainly a most pleasant conceited comedy, rich in humour,
and written altogether in a right merry vein. The humour is broad and
strongly marked, and at the same time of the most diverting kind; the
characters are excellent, and admirably discriminated; the comic parts
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_The WORKS of VOLTAIRE_
_EDITION DE LA PACIFICATION_
_Limited to one thousand sets
for America and Great Britain._
“_Between two servants of Humanity, who appeared
eighteen hundred years apart, there is a mysterious relation.
* * * * * Let us say it with a sentiment of
profound respect: JESUS WEPT: VOLTAIRE SMILED.
Of that divine tear and of that human smile is composed the
sweetness of the present civilization._”
_VICTOR HUGO._
[Illustration: AT THIS INTERESTING MOMENT, AS MAY EASILY BE
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[Front cover]
_The Crimson_
CRYPTOGRAM
A Detective Story
By FERGUS HUME
_Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom
Cab," "The Dwarf's Chamber," Etc_.
New Amsterdam Book Company
156 Fifth Avenue: New York: 1902
CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. A Midnight Surprise.
II. The Writing in Blood.
III. An Open Verdict.
IV. The Reading of the Blood Signs.
V. Mrs. Moxton seeks Counsel.
VI. A Fresh Discovery.
VII. What the Cabman knew.
VIII. A Music-Hall Star.
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THE
ATLANTIC MONTHLY.
_A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics._
VOL. XV.--JUNE, 1865.--NO. XCII.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by TICKNOR AND
FIELDS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
Massachusetts.
A LETTER ABOUT ENGLAND.
Dear Mr. Editor,--The name of your magazine shall not deter me from
sending you my slight reflections But you have been across, and will
agree with me that it is the great misfortune of this earth that so much
salt-water is still lying around between its various countries. The
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STANDARD ELOCUTIONARY BOOKS
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THE ARCHITECTURE
OF
PROVENCE AND THE RIVIERA
_Printed by George Waterston & Sons_
FOR
DAVID DOUGLAS, EDINBURGH.
LONDON HAMILTON, ADAMS, AND CO.
CAMBRIDGE MACMILLAN AND BOWES.
GLASGOW JAMES MACLEHOSE AND SONS.
THE ARCHITECTURE OF
PROVENCE
AND
THE RIVIERA
BY
DAVID MACGIBBON
AUTHOR OF “THE CASTELLATED AND DOMESTIC ARCHITECTURE OF SCOTLAND.”
[Illustration]
EDINBURGH: DAVID DOUGLAS
1888.
[_All rights reserved._]
PREFACE.
Having been called on, a few years ago, to make frequent journeys
between this country and the Riviera, the author was greatly impressed
with the extraordinary variety and abundance of the ancient
architectural monuments of Provence. This country was found to contain
not only special styles of Mediæval Art peculiar to itself, but likewise
an epitome of all the styles which have prevailed in Southern Europe
from the time of the Romans. It proved to be especially prolific in
examples of Roman Art from the age of Augustus till the fall of the
Empire. It also comprises a valuable series of buildings illustrative of
the transition from Classic to Mediæval times. These are succeeded by a
rich and florid development of Romanesque, accompanied by a plain style
which existed parallel with it--both being peculiar to this locality.
The remains of the Castellated Architecture are also especially grand
and well preserved; while the picturesque towns, monasteries, and other
structures of the Riviera have a peculiar charm and attraction of their
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[Illustration: Frederick A. Cook]
_Press Edition_
MY ATTAINMENT
OF THE POLE
_Being the Record of the Expedition that First Reached the Boreal
Center, 1907-1909. With the Final Summary of the Polar Controversy_
_By_
DR. FREDERICK A. COOK
THIRD PRINTING, 60TH THOUSAND
[Illustration]
NEW YORK AND LONDON
MITCHELL KENNERLEY
MCMXIII
By Special arrangements this edition is marketed by
The Polar Publishing Co., 601 Steinway Hall, Chicago
COPYRIGHT 1913
BY
DR. FREDERICK A. COOK
_OTHER BOOKS BY DR. COOK_
Through the First Antarctic Night
A Narrative of the Belgian South Polar Expedition.
To the Top of the Continent
Exploration in Sub-Arctic Alaska--The First Ascent of Mt. McKinley
My Attainment of the Pole
Edition de Luxe
Each of above series will be sent post paid for $5.00. All to one
address for $14.00.
Address: THE POLAR PUBLISHING CO.
601 Steinway Hall, Chicago
_To the Pathfinders_
To the Indian who invented pemmican and snowshoes;
To the Eskimo who gave the art of sled traveling;
To this twin family of wild folk who have no flag
Goes the first credit.
To the forgotten trail makers whose book of experience has been a
guide;
To the fallen victors whose bleached bones mark steps in the ascent
of the ladder of latitudes;
To these, the pathfinders--past, present and future--I inscribe the
first page.
In the ultimate success there is glory enough
To go to the graves of the dead and to the heads of the living.
THE PRESENT STATUS OF THE POLAR CONTROVERSY
DR. COOK IS VINDICATED. HIS DISCOVERY OF THE NORTH POLE IS ENDORSED BY
THE EXPLORERS OF ALL THE WORLD.
In placing Dr. Cook on the Chautauqua platform as a lecturer, we have
been compelled to study the statements issued for and against the rival
polar claims with special reference to the facts bearing upon the
present status of the Polar Controversy.
Though the question has been argued during four years, we find that it
is almost the unanimous opinion of arctic explorers today, that Dr. Cook
reached the North Pole on April 21, 1909.
With officer Peary's first announcement he chose to force a press
campaign to deny Dr. Cook's success and to proclaim himself as the sole
Polar Victor. Peary aimed to be retired as a Rear-Admiral on a pension
of $6,000 per year. This ambition was granted; but the American Congress
rejected his claim for priority by eliminating from the pension bill the
words "Discovery of the Pole." The European geographical societies,
forced under diplomatic pressure to honor Peary, have also refused him
the title of "Discoverer." By a final verdict of the American government
and of the highest European authorities, Peary is therefore denied the
assumption of being the discoverer of the Pole, though his claim as a
re-discoverer is allowed. The evasive inscriptions on the Peary medals
prove this statement.
Following the acute excitement of the first announcement, it seemed to
be desirable to bring the question to a focus by submitting to some
authoritative body for decision. Such an institution, however, did not
exist. Previously, explorers had been rated by the slow process of
historic digestion and assimilation of the facts offered, but it was
thought that an academic examination would meet the demands. Officer
Peary first submitted his case to a commission appointed by the National
Geographical Society of Washington, D. C. This jury promptly said that
in their "opinion" Peary reached the Pole on April 6, 1909; but a year
later in congress the same men unwillingly admitted that in the Peary
proofs there was no positive proof.
Dr. Cook's data was sent to a commission appointed by the University of
Copenhagen. The Danes reported that the material presented was
incomplete and did not constitute positive proof. This verdict, however,
did not carry the interpretation that the Pole had not been reached. The
Danes have never said, as they have been quoted by the press, that Dr.
Cook did not reach the Pole; quite to the contrary, the University of
Copenhagen conferred the degree of Ph. D. and the Royal Danish
Geographical Society gave a gold medal, both in recognition of the
merits of the Polar effort.
This early examination was based mostly upon the nautical calculations
for position, and both verdicts when analyzed gave the version that in
such observations there was no positive proof. The Washington jury
ventured an opinion. The Danes refused to give an opinion, but showed
their belief in Dr. Cook's success by conferring honorary degrees.
It is the unfair interpretation of the respective verdicts by the
newspapers which has precipitated the turbulent air of distrust which
previously rested over the entire Polar achievement. All this, however,
has now been cleared by the final word of fifty of the foremost Polar
explorers and scientific experts.
In so far as they were able to judge from all the data presented in the
final books of both claimants the following experts have given it as
their opinion that Dr. Cook reached the Pole, and that officer Peary's
similar report coming later is supplementary proof of the first victory:
General A. W. Greely, U. S. A., commander of the Lady Franklin Bay
Expedition, who spent four years in the region under discussion.
Rear Admiral W. S. Schley, U. S. N., commander of the Greely Relief
Expedition.
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THE LADY EVELYN
_A Story of To-day_
By
MAX PEMBERTON
_Author of "The Hundred Days," "Doctor Xavier," "A Gentleman's
Gentleman," "A Puritan's Wife," Etc._
New York
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
Publishers
_Copyright 1906 by Max Pemberton_
_Entered at Stationers' Hall_
_All rights reserved_
CONTENTS
BOOK I.--THE ESCAPADE.
CHAPTER
Prologue. The Face in the River
I. A Telegram to Bukharest
II. Etta Romney is Presented
III. Success and Afterwards
IV. Two Personalities
V. The Letter
VI. Strangers in the House
VII. The Nonagenarian
VIII. Lady Evelyn Returns
IX. The Third Earl of Melbourne
X. The Accident Upon the Road
XI. A Race for Life
XII. The Unspoken Accusation
XIII. The Interview
XIV. Inheritance
XV. The Price of Salvation
XVI. A Game of Golf
BOOK II.--THE ENGLISHMAN.
XVII. Gavin Ord Begins His Work
XVIII. A Duel over the Teacups
XIX. From the Belfry Tower
XX. Lovers
XXI. Zallony's Son
XXII. A Spy from Bukharest
BOOK III.--THE LIGHT.
XXIII. Bukharest
XXIV. The Price Of Wisdom
XXV. The House Above the Torrent
XXVI. Through a Woman's Heart
XXVII. Etta Romney's Return
XXVIII. The Impresario's Prayer
XXIX. The Prisoners at Setchevo
XXX. There is no News of Gavin Ord
XXXI. The House at Hampstead
XXXII. A Shot in the Hills
XXXIII. Djala
XXXIV. The Shadow of the River
Epilogue. The Doctor Drinks a Toast
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"She was aware instantly that the strangers were
speaking of her" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - _Frontispiece_
"Oh, please let me go; your hands hurt me"
"As you came in folly, so shall you go----"
"Evelyn, beloved, I am here as you wish"
[Illustration: (Facsimile Page of Manuscript from THE LADY EVELYN)]
THE LADY EVELYN
PROLOGUE
THE FACE IN THE RIVER
The porter did not know; the station-master was not sure; but both were
agreed that it was a "good step to the 'all"--by which they signified
the Derbyshire mansion of the third Earl of Melbourne.
"Might be you'd get a cab, might be you wouldn't," said the porter
somewhat loftily--for here was a passenger who had spoken of walking
over: "that'll depend on Jacob Price and the beer he's drunk this
night. Some nights he can drive a man and some nights he can't. I'm
not here to speak for him more than any other."
The station-master, who had been giving the whole weight of his
intelligence to a brown paper parcel with no address upon it, here
chimed in to ask a question in that patronizing manner peculiar to
station-masters.
"Did his lordship expect you, sir?" he asked with some emphasis; as
though, had it been the case, he certainly should have been informed of
it. The reply found him all civility.
"I should have been here by the train arriving at half-past six," said
Gavin Ord, the passenger in question--"it is my fault, certainly. No
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A
FIVE YEARS' RESIDENCE
IN
BUENOS AYRES,
DURING THE YEARS 1820 to 1825:
CONTAINING
REMARKS ON THE COUNTRY AND INHABITANTS;
AND A VISIT TO
COLONIA DEL SACRAMENTO.
BY AN ENGLISHMAN.
_WITH AN APPENDIX_,
CONTAINING
RULES AND POLICE OF THE PORT OF BUENOS AYRES,
NAVIGATION OF THE RIVER PLATE, &c. &c.
_SECOND EDITION._
LONDON:
PUBLISHED BY G. HEBERT, 88, CHEAPSIDE.
1827.
LONDON
Stirling, Printer, 20 Ironmonger Lane, Cheapside.
PREFACE.
At a time when the rich and fertile provinces of South America are daily
becoming increased objects of commercial consideration--when their
riches and advantages are constantly forming the bases of fresh
speculations--and when, under the security offered to person and
property by the liberal institutions of a free and independent
government, communication with them is every hour becoming more
extended,--an illustration of their local affairs, customs, manners, and
people, cannot but be interesting.
Of these provinces, the one which forms the subject of the following
Remarks is far from being the least important. Without adverting to the
fertility of the soil, and the general healthiness of the climate, the
prospects which Buenos Ayres presents in a mercantile point of view,
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* * * * *
BY PROF. CHARLES FOSTER KENT
THE SHORTER BIBLE--THE NEW TESTAMENT.
THE SHORTER BIBLE--THE OLD TESTAMENT.
THE SOCIAL TEACHINGS OF THE PROPHETS
AND JESUS.
BIBLICAL GEOGRAPHY AND HISTORY.
THE ORIGIN AND PERMANENT VALUE
OF THE OLD TESTAMENT.
HISTORY OF THE HEBREW PEOPLE.
From the Settlement in Canaan to the Fall
of Jerusalem in 586 B.C. 2 vols.
HISTORY OF THE JEWISH PEOPLE. The
Babylonian, Persian and Greek Periods.
THE HISTORICAL BIBLE. With Maps.
6 vols.
STUDENT'S OLD TESTAMENT. Logically
and Chronologically Arranged and Translated.
With Maps. 6 vols.
THE MESSAGES OF ISRAEL'S LAW-GIVERS.
THE MESSAGES OF THE EARLIER
PROPHETS.
THE MESSAGES OF THE LATER PROPHETS.
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
[Illustration: Modern Palestine, With Ancient Towns and Highways]
BIBLICAL
GEOGRAPHY AND HISTORY
BY
CHARLES FOSTER KENT, PH.D.
WOOLSEY PROFESSOR OF BIBLICAL LITERATURE IN YALE UNIVERSITY
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1926
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Printed in the United States of America
Published April, 1911
PREFACE
Geography has within the past few years won a new place among the
sciences. It is no longer regarded as simply a description of the
earth's surface, but as the foundation of all historical study. Only
in the light of their physical setting can the great characters,
movements, and events of human history be rightly understood and
appreciated. Moreover, geography is now defined as a description not
only of the earth and of its influence upon man's development, but
also of the solar, atmospheric, and geological forces which throughout
millions of years have given the earth its present form. Hence, in its
deeper meaning, geography is a description of the divine character and
purpose expressing itself through natural forces, in the physical
contour of the earth, in the animate world, and, above all, in the
life and activities of man. Biblical geography, therefore, is the
first and in many ways the most important chapter in that divine
revelation which was perfected through the Hebrew race and recorded in
the Bible. Thus interpreted it has a profound religious meaning, for
through the plains and mountains, the rivers and seas, the climate and
flora of the biblical world the Almighty spoke to men as plainly and
unmistakably as he did through the voices of his inspired seers and
sages.
No other commentary upon the literature of the Bible is so practical
and luminous as biblical geography. Throughout their long history the
Hebrews were keenly attentive to the voice of the Eternal speaking to
them through nature. Their writings abound in references and figures
taken from the picturesque scenes and peculiar life of Palestine. The
grim encircling desert, the strange water-courses, losing themselves
at times in their rocky beds, fertile Carmel and snow-clad Hermon, the
resounding sea and the storm-lashed waters of Galilee are but a few of
the many physical characteristics of Palestine that have left their
indelible marks upon the Jewish and Christian Scriptures. The same is
true of Israel's unique faith and institutions. Biblical geography,
therefore, is not a study by itself, but the natural introduction to
all other biblical studies.
In his _Historical Geography of the Holy Land_ and in the two volumes
on _Jerusalem_, Principal George Adam Smith, of Aberdeen, has given a
brilliant and luminous sketch of the geographical divisions and cities
of Palestine, tracing their history from the earliest times to the
present. Every writer on Palestine owes him a great debt. The keenness
and accuracy of his observations, are confirmed at every point by the
traveller. At the present time, the need of a more compact manual, to
present first the physical geography of the biblical lands and then to
trace in broad outlines the history of Israel and of early
Christianity in close conjunction with their geographical background,
has long been recognized. In the present work unimportant details have
been omitted that the vital facts may stand out clearly and in their
true significance. The aim has been to furnish the information that
every Bible teacher should possess in order to do the most effective
work, and the geographical data with which every student of the Bible
should be familiar, in order intelligently to interpret and fully
appreciate the ancient Scriptures.
This volume embodies the results of many delightful months spent in
the lands of the eastern Mediterranean, and especially in Palestine,
during the years 1892 and 1910. Owing to improved conditions in the
Turkish Empire it is now possible, with the proper camp equipment, to
travel safely through the remotest places east of the Jordan and to
visit Petra, that most fascinating of Eastern cities. By securing his
equipment at Beirut the traveller may cross northern Galilee and then,
with comfort, go southward in the early spring through ancient Bashan,
Gilead, Moab, and Edom. Thence, with great economy of time and effort,
he may return through central Palestine, making frequent detours to
points of interest. In this way he will find the quaint, fascinating
old Palestine that has escaped the invasions of the railroads and
western tourists, and he will bear away exact and vivid impressions of
the land as it really was and still is.
The difficulties and expense of Palestine travel, however, render such
a journey impossible for the majority of Bible students. Fortunately,
the marvellous development of that most valuable aid to modern
education, the stereoscope and the stereograph, make it possible for
every one at a comparatively small expense to visit Palestine and to
gain under expert guidance in many ways a clearer and more exact
knowledge of the background of biblical history and literature than he
would through months of travel. Through the courtesy of my publishers
and the co-operation of the well-known firm of Underwood & Underwood,
of New York and London, I have been able to realize an ideal that I
have long cherished, and to place at the disposal of the readers of
this volume one hundred and forty stereographs (or, if preferred for
class and lecture use, stereopticon slides) that illustrate the most
important events of biblical geography and history. They have been
selected from over five hundred views taken especially for this
purpose, and enable the student to gain, as he alone can through the
stereoscope, the distinct state of consciousness of being in scores of
historic places rarely visited even by the most venturesome
travellers. Numbers referring to these stereographs (or stereopticon
slides) have been inserted in the body of the text. In Appendix II the
titles corresponding to each number are given.
The large debt that I owe to the valiant army of pioneers and
explorers who have penetrated every part of the biblical world and
given us the results of their observations and study is suggested by
the selected bibliography in Appendix I. I am under especial
obligations to the officers of the Palestine Exploration Fund, who
kindly placed their library and maps in London at my service and have
also permitted me to use in reduced form their Photo-Relief Map of
Palestine.
C. F. K.
YALE UNIVERSITY,
_January, 1911_.
CONTENTS
PART I--PHYSICAL GEOGRAPHY
PAGE
I. THE GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS OF THE BIBLICAL
WORLD 3
Extent of the Biblical World.--Conditions Favorable to Early
Civilizations.--Egypt's Climate and Resources.--Its Isolation and
Limitations.--Conditions in the Tigris-Euphrates Valley.--Forces
Developing Its Civilization.--Civilization of Arabia.--Physical
Characteristics of Syria and Palestine.--Their Central Position and
Lack of Unity.--Asia Minor.--Mycenae.--Greece.--Italy.--Situation of
Rome.--Reason Why Rome Went Forth to Conquer.--_Resume._
II. THE GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS OF PALESTINE 13
History of the Terms Palestine and Canaan.--Bounds of
Palestine.--Geological History.--Alluvial and Sand Deposits.--General
Divisions.--Variety in Physical Contour.--Effects of This
Variety.--Openness to the Arabian Desert.--Absence of Navigable Rivers
and Good Harbors.--Incentives to Industry.--Incentives to Faith and
Moral Culture.--Central and Exposed to Attack on Every
Side.--Significance of Palestine's Characteristics.
III. THE COAST PLAINS 21
Extent and Character.--Fertility.--Divisions.--Plain of Tyre.--The
Plain of Acre.--Carmel.--Plain of Sharon.--The Philistine Plain.--The
Shephelah or Lowland.
IV. THE PLATEAU OF GALILEE AND THE PLAIN OF
ESDRAELON 27
Physical and Political Significance of the Central Plateau.--Natural
and Political Bounds.--Its Extent and Natural Divisions.--Physical
Characteristics of Upper Galilee.--Its Fertility.--Characteristics of
Lower Galilee.--Situation and Bounds of the Plain of Esdraelon.--Plain
of Jezreel.--Water Supply and Fertility of Plain of
Esdraelon.--Central and Commanding Position.--Importance of the Plain
in Palestinian History.
V. THE HILLS OF SAMARIA AND JUDAH 34
Character of the Hills of Samaria.--Northeastern
Samaria.--Northwestern Samaria.--The View from Mount Ebal.--Bounds and
General Characteristics of Southern Samaria.--Southwestern
Samaria.--The Central Heights of Judah.--Lack of Water
Supply.--Wilderness of Judea.--Western Judah.--Valley of Ajalon.--Wady
Ali.--Valley of Sorek.--Valley of Elah.--Valley of Zephathah.--Wady
el-Jizair.--Significance of These Valleys.--The South Country.--Its
Northern and Western Divisions.--Its Central and Eastern
Divisions.--The Striking Contrasts between Judah and Samaria.--Effect
upon Their Inhabitants.
VI. THE JORDAN AND DEAD SEA VALLEY 45
Geological History.--Evidences of Volcanic Action.--Natural
Divisions.--Mount Hermon.--Source of the Jordan at Banias.--At Tell
el-Kadi.--The Two Western Confluents.--The Upper Jordan Valley.--The
Rapid Descent to the Sea of Galilee.--The Sea of Galilee.--Its
Shores.--From the Sea of Galilee to the Dead Sea.--Character of the
Valley.--The Jordan Itself.--Fords of the Lower Jordan.--Ancient Names
of the Dead Sea.--Its Unique Characteristics.--Its Eastern Bank.--The
Southern End.--The Western Shores.--Grim Associations of the Dead Sea.
VII. THE EAST-JORDAN LAND 55
Form and Climate of the East-Jordan Land.--Well-Watered and
Fertile.--The Four Great Natural Divisions.--Characteristics of the
Northern and Western Jaulan.--Southern and Eastern Jaulan.--Character
of the Hauran.--Borderland of the Hauran.--Gilead.--The Jabbok and
Jebel Osha.--Southern Gilead.--Character of the Plateau of Moab.--Its
Fertility and Water Supply.--Its Mountains.--Its Views.--The
Arnon.--Southern Moab and Edom.--Significance of the East-Jordan Land.
VIII. THE TWO CAPITALS: JERUSALEM AND SAMARIA 64
Importance of Jerusalem and Samaria.--Site of Jerusalem.--The Kidron
Valley.--The Tyropoeon Valley.--The Original City.--Its Extent.--The
Western Hill.--The Northern Extension of the City.--Josephus's
Description of Jerusalem.--The Geological Formation.--The Water
Supply.--Jerusalem's Military Strength.--Strength of Its
Position.--Samaria's Name.--Its Situation.--Its Military
Strength.--Its Beauty and Prosperity.
IX. THE GREAT HIGHWAYS OF THE BIBLICAL WORLD 73
Importance of the Highways.--Lack of the Road-building Instincts among
the Semites.--Evidence that Modern Roads Follow the Old
Ways.--Ordinary Palestinian Roads.--Evidence that the Hebrews Built
Roads.--The Four Roads from Egypt.--Trails into Palestine from the
South.--Highway Through Moab.--The Great Desert Highway.--Character of
the Southern Approaches to Palestine.--The Coast Road.--The "Way of
the Sea."--Its Commercial and Strategic Importance.--The Central Road
and Its Cross-roads in the South.--In the North.--The Road Along the
Jordan.--Roads Eastward from Damascus.--The Highway from Antioch to
Ephesus.--The Road from Asia Minor to Rome.--From Ephesus to
Rome.--From Syria to Rome by Sea.--From Alexandria to Rome by
Sea.--Significance of the Great Highways.
PART II--HISTORICAL GEOGRAPHY
X. EARLY PALESTINE 87
The Aim and Value of Historical Geography.--Sources of Information
Regarding Ancient Palestine.--Evidence of the Excavations.--The Oldest
Inhabitants of Palestine.--The Semitic Invasions from the
Desert.--Influence of the Early Amorite Civilization Upon
Babylonia.--Probable Site of the Oldest Semitic Civilization.--Remains
of the Old Amorite Civilization.--Babylonian Influence in
Palestine.--Egyptian Influence in the Cities of the Plain.--Different
Types of Civilization in Palestine.--Conditions Leading to the Hyksos
Invasion of Egypt.--Fortunes of the Invaders.--The One Natural Site in
Syria for a Great Empire.--Influences of the Land Upon the Early Forms
of Worship.--Upon the Beliefs of Its Inhabitants.
XI. PALESTINE UNDER THE RULE OF EGYPT 97
Reasons why Egypt Conquered Palestine.--Commanding Position of
Megiddo.--Its Military Strength.--Thotmose III's Advance Against
Megiddo.--The Decisive Battle.--Capture of Megiddo.--The Cities of
Palestine.--Disastrous Effects of Egyptian Rule.--Lack of Union in
Palestine.--Exposure to Invasions from the Desert.--Advance of the
Habiri.--Rise of the Hittite Power.--Palestine between 1270 and 1170
B.C.--The Epoch-making Twelfth Century.
XII. THE NOMADIC AND EGYPTIAN PERIOD OF HEBREW
HISTORY 106
The Entrance of the Forefathers of the Hebrews Into
Canaan.--References to Israelites During the Egyptian Period.--The
Habiri in Eastern and Central Palestine.--The Trend Toward Egypt.--The
Land of Goshen.--The Wady Tumilat.--Ramses II's Policy.--Building the
Store Cities of Ramses and Pithom.--Condition of the Hebrew
Serfs.--Training of Moses.--The Historical Facts Underlying the Plague
Stories.--Method of Travel in the Desert.--Moses' Equipment as a
Leader.--The Scene of the Exodus.--Probability that the Passage was at
Lake Timsah.
XIII. THE HEBREWS IN THE WILDERNESS AND EAST
OF THE JORDAN 115
Identification of Mount Sinai.--Lateness of the Traditional
Identification.--Probable Route of the
Hebrews.--Kadesh-barnea.--Effect of the Wilderness upon the Life of
the Hebrews.--Evidence that the Hebrews Aimed to Enter Canaan from the
South.--Reasons Why They Did Not Succeed.--Tribes that Probably
Entered Canaan from the South.--The Journey to the East of the
Jordan.--Stations on the Way.--Conquests East of the Dead
Sea.--Situation of Heshbon.--Sojourn of the Hebrews East of the
Jordan.--Its Significance.
XIV. THE SETTLEMENT IN CANAAN 124
The Approach to the Jordan.--Crossing the Jordan.--Strategic
Importance of Jericho.--Results of Recent Excavations.--Capture of
Jericho.--Evidence that the Hebrews Were Still Nomads.--Roads Leading
Westward from Jericho.--Conquests In the South.--Conquest of Ai and
Bethel.--Incompleteness of the Initial Conquest.--Migration of the
Danites.--The Moabite Invasion.--The Rally of the Hebrews Against the
Canaanites.--The Battle-field.--Effect of a Storm Upon the
Plain.--Results of the Victory.--The East-Jordan Tribes.--The Tribes
in Southern Canaan.--The Tribes in the North.--Effects of the
Settlement Upon the Hebrews.
XV. THE FORCES THAT LED TO THE ESTABLISHMENT
OF THE HEBREW KINGDOM 136
The Lack of Unity Among the Hebrew Tribes.--The Scenes of Gideon's
Exploits.--Gideon's Kingdom.--Reasons for the Superiority of the
Philistines.--Scenes of the Samson Stories.--The Decisive
Battle-field.--Fortunes of the Ark.--The Sanctuary at
Shiloh.--Samuel's Home at Ramah.--The Site of Gibeah.--Situation of
Jabesh-Gilead.--The Sanctuary at Gilgal.--The Philistine Advance.--The
Pass of Michmash.--The Great Victory Over the Philistines.--Saul's
Wars.
XVI. THE SCENES OF DAVID'S EXPLOITS 147
David's Home at Bethlehem.--The Contest in the Valley of
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THE WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE
IN FIVE VOLUMES
The Raven Edition
CONTENTS:
Philosophy of Furniture
A Tale of Jerusalem
The Sphinx
Hop Frog
The Man of the Crowd
Never Bet the Devill Your Head
Thou Art the Man
Why the Little Frenchman Wears his Hand in a Sling
Bon-Bon
Some words with a Mummy
The Poetic Principle
Old English Poetry
POEMS:
Dedication
Preface
Poems of Later Life
The Raven
The Bells
Ulalume
To Helen
Annabel Lee
A Valentine
An Enigma
To my Mother
For Annie
To F---- To Frances S. Osgood
Eldorado
Eulalie
A Dream within a Dream
To Marie Louise (Shew)
To the Same
The City in the Sea
The Sleeper
Bridal Ballad
Notes
Poems of Manhood
Lenore
To One in Paradise
The Coliseum
The Haunted Palace
The Conqueror Worm
Silence
Dreamland
Hymn
To Zante
Scenes from "Politian"
Note
Poems of Youth
Introduction (1831)
Sonnet--To Science
Al Aaraaf
Tamerlane
To Helen
The Valley of Unrest
Israfel
To -- ("The Bowers Whereat, in Dreams I See")
To -- ("I Heed not That my Earthly Lot")
To the River -- Song
A Dream
Romance
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VATHEK;
AN ARABIAN TALE,
* * * * *
BY
WILLIAM BECKFORD, ESQ.
* * * * *
WITH
NOTES, CRITICAL AND EXPLANATORY.
* * * * *
LONDON:
GEORGE SLATER, 252, STRAND.
* * * * *
1849.
MEMOIR.
BY WILLIAM NORTH.
WILLIAM BECKFORD, the author of the following celebrated Eastern tale,
was born in 1760, and died in the spring of 1844, at the advanced age of
eighty-four years. It is to be regretted, that a man of so remarkable a
character, did not leave the world some record of a life offering points
of interest different from that of any of his contemporaries, from the
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A DOG OF FLANDERS
THE NÜRNBERG STOVE
AND OTHER STORIES
ELEVENTH IMPRESSION
“Stories All Children Love”
A SET OF CHILDREN’S CLASSICS THAT SHOULD BE IN EVERY WINTER HOME AND
SUMMER COTTAGE
Mäzli
BY JOHANNA SPYRI
Translated by ELISABETH P. STORK
Cornelli
BY JOHANNA SPYRI
Translated by ELISABETH P. STORK
A Child’s Garden of Verses
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
The Little Lame Prince and Other Stories
BY MISS MULOCK
Gulliver’s Travels
BY JONATHAN SWIFT
The Water Babies
BY CHARLES KINGSLEY
Pinocchio
BY C. COLLODI
Robinson Crusoe
BY DANIEL DEFOE
Heidi BY JOHANNA SPYRI
Translated by ELISABETH P. STORK
The Cuckoo Clock
BY MRS. MOLESWORTH
The Swiss Family Robinson
EDITED BY G. E. MITTON
The Princess and Curdie
BY GEORGE MACDONALD
The Princess and the Goblin
BY GEORGE MACDONALD
At the Back of the North Wind
BY GEORGE MACDONALD
A Dog of Flanders BY “OUIDA”
Bimbi BY “OUIDA”
Mopsa, the Fairy BY JEAN INGELOW
Tales of Fairyland
BY FERGUS HUME
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales
_Each Volume Beautifully Illustrated in Color. Decorated Cloth.
Other Books in This Set are in Preparation._
[Illustration: THEN LITTLE NELLO TOOK HIS PLACE BESIDE THE CART]
A DOG OF FLANDERS
THE NÜRNBERG STOVE
AND OTHER STORIES
BY
LOUISA DE LA RAMÉ
(OUIDA)
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOR BY_
MARIA L. KIRK
[Illustration]
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
_Printed by J. B. Lippincott Company
The Washington Square Press, Philadelphia, U. S. A._
CONTENTS
PAGE
A DOG OF FLANDERS 9
THE NÜRNBERG STOVE 61
IN THE APPLE-COUNTRY 131
THE LITTLE EARL 171
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
THEN LITTLE NELLO TOOK HIS PLACE BESIDE THE CART _Frontispiece_
NELLO DREW THEIR LIKENESS WITH A STICK OF CHARCOAL 31
“IT IS A SIN; IT IS A THEFT; IT IS AN INFAMY,” HE SAID 83
AUGUST OPENED THE WINDOW, CRAMMED THE SNOW INTO HIS
MOUTH AGAIN AND AGAIN 98
“LET US REST A LITTLE AND EAT” 133
SHE ONLY RAN ON, STUMBLING OFTEN AND FEELING FOR THE
MATCHES IN THE BOSOM OF HER UGLY GRAY COTTON FROCK 159
“LITTLE GIRL, WHY DO YOU CRY?” HE SAID 196
HE SHARED IT WILLINGLY 221
A DOG OF FLANDERS
A STORY OF NOËL.
NELLO and Patrasche were left all alone in the world.
They were friends in a friendship closer than brotherhood. Nello was
a little Ardennois—Patrasche was a big Fleming. They were both of the
same age by length of years, yet one was still young, and the other
was already old. They had dwelt together almost all their days: both
were orphaned and destitute, and owed their lives to the same hand.
It had been the beginning of the tie between them, their first bond
of sympathy; and it had strengthened day by day, and had grown with
their growth, firm and indissoluble, until they loved one another very
greatly.
Their home was a little hut on the edge of a little village—a Flemish
village a league from Antwerp, set amidst flat breadths of pasture
and corn-lands, with long lines of poplars and of alders bending in
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THE IRISH ECCLESIASTICAL RECORD
MARCH, 1865.
THE CATHOLIC CHURCH AND THE BIBLE.
There are few so foolish as to close their eyes against the brilliant
rays of the mid-day sun, and, at the same time, to assert deliberately
that the sun is not yet risen, and that the world is still enveloped in
darkness.
Nevertheless, something like this has been done quite recently by an
estimable Protestant nobleman, who has assured his Irish fellow-countrymen
that the Catholic Church, before the Reformation, "neither furthered
the interests of science nor disseminated the knowledge of God's written
word".[1] There was a time, indeed, when such a calumny would have been
received by the British public with applause, and when it would have
been echoed from Protestant pulpits by the predecessors of Colenso, and
by the ancestors of many who now hold a place in the councils of her
Majesty. But that calumny has been long since abandoned, even by the
enemies of our holy faith. Our assailants have laid aside the mask, and
revealed to the world the important fact, that whilst they clamoured for
the Bible, they were themselves its true enemies; and that, combating
the Church, their secret aim was to sap the foundations of inspired truth,
and thus undermine the very citadel which they pretended to defend. It is
not in England alone, but in France and Italy, and throughout the whole
continent, that this striking fact is seen. Everywhere society presents
the singular phenomenon of a sifting of its elements; and whilst all that
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THE STORY OF THE GREAT WAR
History of the European War from Official Sources
Complete Historical Records of Events to Date,
Illustrated with Drawings, Maps, and Photographs
Prefaced by
What the War Means to America
Major General Leonard Wood, U.S.A.
Naval Lessons of the War
Rear Admiral Austin M. Knight, U.S.N.
The World's War
Frederick Palmer
Theatres of the War's Campaigns
Frank H. Simonds
The War Correspondent
Arthur Ruhl
Edited by
Francis J. Reynolds
Former Reference Librarian of Congress
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By Enos A. Mills
THE SPELL OF THE ROCKIES. Illustrated.
WILD LIFE ON THE ROCKIES. Illustrated.
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
The Spell of the Rockies
[Illustration: THE HOME OF THE WHIRLWIND (p. 78)]
The Spell
of the Rockies
By
Enos A. Mills
With Illustrations from Photographs
by the Author
[Illustration]
Boston and New York
Houghton Mifflin Company
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1911
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY ENOS A. MILLS
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published November 1911_
To
B. W.
Preface
Although I have been alone by a camp-fire in every State and Territory
in the Union, with the exception of Rhode Island, the matter in this
book is drawn almost entirely from my experiences in the Rocky
Mountain region.
Some of the chapters have already appeared in magazines, and I am
indebted to The Curtis Publishing Company, Doubleday, Page and
Company, "Suburban Life," and "Recreation" for allowing me to reprint
the papers which they have published. "Country Life in America"
published "Racing an Avalanche," "Alone with a Landslide," and "A
Rainy Day at the Stream's Source,"--the two last under the titles of
"Alone with a Crumbling Mountain" and "At the Stream's Source." The
"Saturday Evening Post" published "Little Conservationists,"
"Mountain-Top Weather," "The Forest Fire," "Insects in the Forest,"
"Doctor Woodpecker," and "The Fate of a Tree Seed." "Suburban Life"
published "Rob of the Rockies" and "Little Boy Grizzly"; and
"Recreation" "Harvest Time with Beavers."
E. A. M.
Contents
Racing an Avalanche 1
Little Conservationists 17
Harvest Time with Beavers 49
Mountain-Top Weather 69
Rob of the Rockies 91
Sierra Blanca 107
The Wealth of the Woods 121
The Forest Fire 137
Insects in the Forest 171
Dr. Woodpecker, Tree-Surgeon 191
Little Boy Grizzly 205
Alone with a Landslide 221
The Maker of Scenery and Soil 245
A Rainy Day at the Stream's Source 265
The Fate of a Tree Seed 289
In a Mountain Blizzard 307
A <DW40> in Fur 321
The Estes Park Region 335
Index 351
Illustrations
_The Home of the Whirlwind_ (page 78) _Frontispiece_
_Near the top of Long's Peak._
_A Snow-Slide Region_ 6
_Near Telluride, Colorado._
_Mt. Meeker_ 20
_A Beaver House in Winter_ 38
_Lily Lake, Estes Park._
_A Beaver Canal_ 56
_Length, 334 feet; average width, 26 inches; average
depth, 15 inches._
_Aspens cut by Beaver_ 64
_On <DW72> of Mt. Meeker._
_Wind-blown Trees at Timber-Line_ 76
_Long's Peak._
_Sierra Blanca in Winter_ 110
_Spanish Moss_ 124
_Lake Charles, Louisiana._
_A Forest Fire on the Grand River_ 140
_Near Grand Lake, Colorado._
_A Yellow Pine, Forty-Seven Years after it had been killed by
Fire_ 154
_Estes Park._
_A Tree killed by Mistletoe and Beetles_ 184
_Estes Park._
_Woodpecker Holes in a Pine injured by Lightning_ 198
_Estes Park._
_Johnny and Jenny_ 210
_Near the Top of Mt. Coxcomb_ 228
_Court-House Rock_ 242
_The Hallett Glacier_ 250
_A Crevasse_ 260
_Hallett Glacier._
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BYGONE CUMBERLAND AND WESTMORLAND.
[Illustration: THE LEPERS' SQUINT, ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH,
BROUGH-UNDER-STAINMORE.
_From a Photo by Mr. George Arkwright, Beatrice, Nebraska, U.S.A._]
Bygone Cumberland
and
Westmorland
By Daniel Scott
LONDON:
WILLIAM ANDREWS & CO., 5, FARRINGDON AVENUE, E.C.
1899.
TO EMMA.
Preface.
The information contained in the following pages has been derived from
many sources during the last twenty years, and in a considerable number of
cases I have examined old registers and other documents without being then
aware that some of their contents had already been published.
Few districts in the United Kingdom have been more thoroughly "worked" for
antiquarian and archaeological purposes than have Cumberland and
Westmorland. The Antiquarian Society and the numerous Literary and
Scientific Societies have, during the last thirty years, been responsible
for a great amount of research. I have endeavoured to acknowledge each
source--not only as a token of my own obligation, but as a means of
directing others wishing further information on the various points.
I also desire to acknowledge the help received in various ways from
numerous friends in the two counties.
DANIEL SCOTT.
PENRITH, _June 1st, 1899_.
Contents.
PAGE
AN UNPARALLELED SHERIFFWICK 1
WATCH AND WARD 9
FIGHTING BISHOPS AND FORTIFIED CHURCHES 22
SOME CHURCH CURIOSITIES 38
MANORIAL LAWS AND CURIOSITIES OF TENURES 64
OLD-TIME PUNISHMENTS 91
SOME LEGENDS AND SUPERSTITIONS 130
FOUR LUCKS 148
SOME OLD TRADING LAWS AND CUSTOMS 155
OLD-TIME HOME LIFE 169
SPORTS AND FESTIVITIES 188
ON THE ROAD 209
OLD CUSTOMS 223
OLD SCHOOL CUSTOMS 240
INDEX 257
Bygone Cumberland and Westmorland.
An Unparalleled Sheriffwick.
For a period of 645 years--from 1204 to 1849--Westmorland, unlike other
counties in England (excluding, of course, the counties Palatine), had no
Sheriff other than the one who held the office by hereditary right. The
first Sheriff of the county is mentioned in 1160, and nine or ten other
names occur at subsequent periods, until in 1202, the fourth year of the
reign of King John, came Robert de Vetripont. Very soon afterwards the
office was made hereditary in his family "to have and to hold of the King
and his heirs." The honour and privileges were possessed by no less than
twenty-two of Robert's descendants. Their occupation of the office covers
some very exciting periods of county history, the tasks committed to the
Sheriffs in former centuries being frequently of an arduous as well as
dangerous character.
The Sheriff had very important duties of a military character to carry
out. Thus in the sixth year of Henry the Third we have the command from
the King to the Sheriff of Westmorland that without any delay he should
summon the earls, barons, knights, and freeholders of his bailiwick, and
that he should hasten to Cockermouth and besiege the castle there,
afterwards destroying it to its very foundations. This order was a
duplicate of one sent to the Sheriff of Yorkshire concerning Skipton
Castle and other places. It is not known, however, whether the
instructions respecting Cockermouth were carried out or not.
The powers of Sheriff not being confined to the male members of the
family, the histories of Westmorland contain the unusual information that
at least two women occupied, by right of office, seats on the bench
alongside the Judges. The first of these was Isabella de Clifford, widow
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in the original text.
Equal signs "=" before and after a word or phrase indicate =bold=
in the original text.
Small capitals have been converted to SOLID capitals.
Illustrations have been moved so they do not break up paragraphs.
Typographical errors have been silently corrected but other variations
in spelling and punctuation remain unaltered.
FORTUNES AND DREAMS
[Illustration: HOROSCOPE]
FORTUNES AND DREAMS
A PRACTICAL MANUAL OF FORTUNE
TELLING, DIVINATION AND THE
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THE INQUISITION
A CRITICAL AND HISTORICAL STUDY OF THE COERCIVE POWER OF THE CHURCH
BY E. VACANDARD
TRANSLATED FROM THE SECOND EDITION BY BERTRAND L. CONWAY, C.S.P.
NEW EDITION
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. FOURTH AVENUE & 30TH STREET, NEW YORK
LONDON, BOMBAY, CALCUTTA AND MADRAS 1915
Nihil Obstat. THOMAS J. SHAHAN, S.T.D.
Imprimatur. + JOHN M. FARLEY, D.D Archbishop of New York.
NEW YORK, June 24, 1907.
Copyright, 1907, by BERTRAND L. CONWAY
All Rights Reserved
First Edition, February, 1908 Registered, May, 1908 New and Cheaper
Edition, September, 1915
NOTE TO THIS ELECTRONIC EDITION
In the print edition of this book, footnote numbers began with 1 on
each page, and the footnotes appeared at the bottom of each page. In
this electronic edition, the footnotes have been re-numbered
beginning with 1 for each paragraph, and they appear directly below
the paragraph that refers to them. A very few ascertainable errors
have been caught and corrected. All else is intended to correspond as
closely as possible to the contents of the print edition.
PREFACE
THERE are very few Catholic apologists who feel inclined to boast of
the annals of the Inquisition. The boldest of them defend this
institution against the attacks of modern liberalism, as if they
distrusted the force of their own arguments. Indeed they have hardly
answered the first objection of their opponents, when they instantly
endeavor to prove that the Protestant and Rationalistic critics of
the Inquisition have themselves been guilty of heinous crimes. "Why,"
they ask, "do you denounce our Inquisition, when you are responsible
for Inquisitions of your own?"
No good can be accomplished by such a false method of reasoning. It
seems practically to admit that the cause of the Church cannot be
defended. The accusation of wrongdoing made against the enemies they
are trying to reduce to silence comes back with equal force against
the friends they are trying to defend.
It does not follow that because the Inquisition of Calvin and the
French Revolutionists merits the reprobation of mankind, the
Inquisition of the Catholic Church must needs escape all censure. On
the contrary, the unfortunate comparison made between them naturally
leads one to think that both deserve equal blame. To our mind, there
is only one way of defending the attitude of the Catholic Church in
the Middle Ages toward the Inquisition. We must examine and judge
this institution objectively, from the standpoint of morality,
justice, and religion, instead of comparing its excesses with the
blameworthy actions of other tribunals.
No historian worthy of the name has as yet undertaken to treat the
Inquisition from this objective standpoint. In the seventeenth
century, a scholarly priest, Jacques Marsollier, canon of the Uzes,
published at Cologne (Paris), in 1693, a _Histoire de l'Inquisition
et de son Origine_. But his work, as a critic has pointed out, is
"not so much a history of the Inquisition, as a thesis written with a
strong Gallican bias, which details with evident delight the
cruelties of the Holy Office." The illustrations are taken from
Philip Limborch's _Historia Inquisitionis_.[1]
[1] Paul Fredericq, _Historiographie de l'Inquisition_, p. xiv.
Introduction to the French translation of Lea's book on the
Inquisition.
Henry Charles Lea, already known by his other works on religious
history, published in New York, in 1888, three large volumes entitled
_A History of the Inquisition of the Middle Ages._ This work has
received as a rule a most flattering reception at the hands of the
European press, and has been translated into French.[1] One can say
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AUSTRALIAN WRITERS
by
DESMOND BYRNE
London
Richard Bentley and Son
Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen
1896
[All rights reserved]
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 1
MARCUS CLARKE 29
HENRY KINGSLEY 90
ADA CAMBRIDGE 131
ADAM LINDSAY GORDON 159
ROLF BOLDREWOOD 189
MRS. CAMPBELL PRAED 229
TASMA 260
INTRODUCTION.
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THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER
BY
MARK TWAIN
(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
Part 3
CHAPTER VIII
TOM dodged hither and thither through lanes until he was well out of
the track of returning scholars, and then fell into a moody jog. He
crossed a small "branch" two or three times, because of a prevailing
juvenile superstition that to cross water baffled pursuit. Half an hour
later he was disappearing behind the Douglas mansion on the summit of
Cardiff Hill, and the schoolhouse was hardly distinguishable away off
in the valley behind him. He entered a dense wood, picked his pathless
way to the centre of it, and sat down on a mossy spot under a spreading
oak. There was not even a zephyr stirring; the dead noonday heat had
even stilled the songs of the birds; nature lay in a trance that was
broken by no sound but the occasional far-off hammering of a
woodpecker, and this seemed to render the pervading silence and sense
of loneliness the more profound. The boy's soul was steeped in
melancholy; his feelings were in happy accord with his surroundings. He
sat long with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands,
meditating. It seemed to him that life was but a trouble, at best, and
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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
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SERMONS TO THE NATURAL MAN.
BY
WILLIAM G. T. SHEDD, D. D.,
AUTHOR OF "A HISTORY OF CHRISTIAN DOCTRINE," "HOMILETICS AND PASTORAL.
THEOLOGY," "DISCOURSES AND ESSAYS," "PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY," ETC.
NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER & CO., 654 BROADWAY. 1871.
PREFACE.
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[Illustration: THEN HE GRIPPED HIS WEAPON BY THE MUZZLE, AND SPRANG
STRAIGHT FOR THE PACK.
_See page 175._
]
THE FIERY TOTEM
A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE
CANADIAN NORTH-WEST
BY
ARGYLL SAXBY, M.A., F.R.G.S.
AUTHOR OF
"BRAVES, WHITE AND RED" "COMRADES THREE!"
"TANGLED TRAILS" ETC. ETC.
_SECOND IMPRESSION_
LONDON
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
4 BOUVERIE STREET AND 65 ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. A PERILOUS PASSAGE 5
II. DEER-STALKING 14
III. THE LONELY CAMP 22
IV. FRIENDS OR FOES? 33
V. LOST IN THE FOREST 41
VI. THE MEDICINE MAN 53
VII. THE FRIEND IN NEED 67
VIII. NIGHT IN THE WIGWAM 83
IX. THE TEMPTATION 96
X. A DEATH-TRAP 104
XI. TO THE RESCUE! 115
XII. CRAFTY TACTICS 130
XIII. THE PRICE OF A ROBE 142
XIV. THE BATTLE OF WITS 151
XV. OFF! 165
XVI. A NIGHT'S TERROR 172
XVII. THE FATE OF RED FOX 181
XVIII. HOT ON THE TRAIL 191
XIX. THUNDER-MAKER'S DOWNFALL 205
XX. THE FIERY TOTEM 217
THE FIERY TOTEM
CHAPTER I
A PERILOUS PASSAGE
"Well, good-bye, boys! You won't go far from camp before we return, will
you?" The speaker was one of two men seated in an Indian canoe. He
gripped the forward paddle, while his companion at the stern added
cheerfully--
"The backwoods is not the City of London. There are no policemen to
appeal to if you lose your way. Besides, we hope to find dinner waiting
for our return. Hunting lost sons is not the same sport as hunting
moose."
Both the boys laughed at the elder man's remark, and one--Bob Arnold by
name--answered--
"Don't worry about us, father. Alf and I can take care of ourselves for
half a day. Can't we, Alf?"
"Rather," the younger chum replied. "It's our respected parents who'll
need to take care of themselves in unknown waters in that cockleshell."
Then he called out merrily, imitating the tone of the first speaker--his
father: "Take care of yourselves, dads! Remember the Athabasca River is
not Regent Street!"
"Cheeky youngster!" returned the elder man banteringly, as he struck the
forward paddle into the water. "There's not much of the invalid left
about you after three months' camping."
Then with waving hands and pleasant chaffing, that showed what real good
chums the quartette were, the men struck out for the centre of the
river, leaving their sons watching from the strand before the camp that
was pitched beneath the shadow of the great pine trees.
It was a glorious morning--just the right sort for a hunting-expedition.
The air was just chilly enough to render paddling a welcome exercise,
and just warm enough to allow intervals of pleasant drifting in the
centre of the current when there were no shoals or driftwood to be
avoided.
"Yes," remarked Holden, the younger of the two men, as the rhythm of the
dripping paddles murmured pleasantly with Nature's music heard from
leafy bough and bush; "yes, Alf's a different boy now. Who would have
believed that these three short months would have changed a fever-wasted
body into such a sturdy frame?"
"It looks like a miracle," returned the other man. "It was a great idea,
that of a six months' trapping in the backwoods. When we get back to
England we'll all four look as healthy as savages. My Bob is the colour
of a redskin."
"It was a great blessing that you were able to bring him. It wouldn't
have been half as enjoyable for Alf, not having a chum."
The elder man laughed softly as he turned a look of good-comradeship
towards his companion.
"That's just as it ought to be, Holden," he said. "You and I were chums
at school, chums at college, and now chums in business. It's the right
thing that our sons should follow our good example. At least, that's my
opinion."
"And you know it's mine," was the response. "But, I say! Do you think we
are wise to keep quite in the centre of the current? It seems to be
driving pretty hard, and we don't know the course. We might wish to land
if we saw rapids."
"I dare say you are right," replied Arnold. "We'll steer straight
across that bend ahead of us. After that we can keep well under the
shadow of the willows--or near them. We will look for a good landing
spot and strike inwards. There ought to be moose or some equally good
sport among those bluffs and clearings."
It is one thing to make plans; it is quite another matter to carry them
out. Especially is this the case when strangers are travelling in
strange country.
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THE HISTORY OF ROME, BOOK III
From the Union of Italy to the Subjugation of Carthage and the Greek
States
by
THEODOR MOMMSEN
Translated with the Sanction of the Author
By
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Professor of Divinity in the University of Glasgow
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CONTENTS
BOOK III: From the Union of Italy to the Subjugation of Carthage
and the Greek States
CHAPTER
I. Carthage
II. The War between Rome and Carthage Concerning Sicily
III. The Extension of Italy to Its Natural Boundaries
IV. Hamilcar and Hannibal
V. The War under Hannibal to the Battle of Cannae
VI. The War under Hannibal from Cannae to Zama
VII. The West from the Peace of Hannibal to the Close
of the Third Period
VIII. The Eastern States and the Second Macedonian War
IX. The War with Antiochus of Asia
X. The Third Macedonian War
XI. The Government and the Governed
XII. The Management of Land and of Capital
XIII. Faith and Manners
XIV. Literature and Art
BOOK THIRD
From the Union of Italy to the Subjugation of Carthage and the Greek
States
Arduum res gestas scribere.
--Sallust.
Chapter I
Carthage
The Phoenicians
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XXXII.--In which Becky narrates how Fanny became acquainted
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XXXVI.--Becky and Fanny on the watch 55
XXXVII.--No. 119 Great Porter Square is let to a new Tenant 71
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OF THE
THIRTY-FOURTH ANNUAL MEETING
OF THE
AMERICAN LIBRARY ASSOCIATION
HELD AT
OTTAWA, CANADA
JUNE 26-JULY 2, 1912
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CONTENTS
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Addresses of welcome and response 57
Address Herbert Putnam 59
President's address: The public library: a
leaven'd and prepared choice Mrs. H. L. Elmendorf 67
Publicity for the sake of information: The
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Secretary's report George B. Utley 75
Treasurer's report Carl B. Roden 81
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A. L. A. Publishing Board Henry E. Legler 83
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Bookbinding A. L. Bailey 93
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Co-operation with the N. E. A M. E. Ahern 101
Federal and state relations B. C. Steiner 102
Library administration A. E. Bostwick 102
Library training A. S. Root 113
Library work with the blind Emma N. Delfino 114
Public documents George S. Godard 115
Preservation of newspapers Frank P. Hill 116
Publicity for the sake of support Carl H. Milam 120
Breadth and limitations of bookbuying W. L. Brown 124
Open door through the book and the library C. E. McLenegan 127
What do the people want? Jessie Welles 132
Assistant and the book Mary E. Hazeltine 134
Type of assistants Edith Tobitt 138
Efficiency of the library staff and
scientific management Adam Strohm 143
What library schools can do for the
profession Chalmers Hadley 147
Address Sir Wilfrid Laurier 159
Conservation of character J. W. Robertson 161
Address George E. Vincent 170
Book advertising: information as to subject
and scope of books Carl B. Roden 181
Book advertising: illumination as to the
attractions of real books Grace Miller 187
Report of Executive Board 192
Report of Council 195
Report of resolutions committee 201
Memorial to Frederick Morgan Crunden 203
Report of tellers of election 204
Social side of the conference R. G. Thwaites 205
Day in Toronto M. E. Ahern 208
Day in Montreal Carl B. Roden 209
Post-conference trip Julia Ideson 211
Sections:
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Catalog 227
Children's librarians' 247
College and reference 268
Professional training 295
Trustees' 302
Public documents round table 307
Affiliated organizations:
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League of library commissions 316
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Attendance summaries 354
Attendance register 355
Index 367
Note: The minutes of the National association of state libraries have
not been received in time to be included in this volume. They will be
separately printed by that association.
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JUNE 26-JULY 2, 1912
PRELIMINARY SESSION
(Wednesday evening, June 26, 1912, Russell Theatre)
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YALE UNIVERSITY
MRS. HEPSA ELY SILLIMAN MEMORIAL LECTURES
PROBLEMS OF GENETICS
SILLIMAN MEMORIAL LECTURES
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_Regius Professor of Medicine, Oxford University_.
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PROBLEMS OF GENETICS
BY
WILLIAM BATESON, M.A., F.R.S.
DIRECTOR OF THE JOHN INNES HORTICULTURAL INSTITUTION,
HON. FELLOW OF ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE,
AND FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF BIOLOGY IN THE UNIVERSITY
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS_
[Illustration]
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LONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORD
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
MCMXIII
Copyright, 1913
By YALE UNIVERSITY
First printed August, 1913, 1000 copies
[** Transcriber's Note:
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in the original text.
Hyphenation was used inconsistently by the author and has been
left as in the original text. ]
THE SILLIMAN FOUNDATION
In the year 1883 a legacy of about eighty-five thousand dollars was left
to the President and Fellows of Yale College in the city of New Haven,
to be held in trust, as a gift from her children, in memory of their
beloved and honored mother, Mrs. Hepsa Ely Silliman.
On this foundation Yale College was requested and directed to establish
an annual course of lectures designed to illustrate the presence and
providence, the wisdom and goodness of God, as manifested in the natural
and moral world. These were to be designated as the Mrs. Hepsa Ely
Silliman Memorial Lectures. It was the belief of the testator that any
orderly presentation of the facts of nature or history contributed
to the end of this foundation more effectively than any attempt to
emphasize the elements of doctrine or of creed; and he therefore
provided that lectures on dogmatic or polemical theology should be
excluded from the scope of this foundation, and that the subjects should
be selected rather from the domains of natural science and history,
giving special prominence to astronomy, chemistry, geology, and anatomy.
It was further directed that each annual course should be made the basis
of a volume to form part of a series constituting a memorial to Mrs.
Silliman. The memorial fund came into the possession of the Corporation
of Yale University in the year 1901; and the present volume constitutes
the fifth of the series of memorial lectures.
PREFACE
This book gives the substance of a series of lectures delivered in Yale
University, where I had the privilege of holding the office of Silliman
Lecturer in 1907.
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in italics and bold face, respectively. Small capitals have been
changed to ALL CAPITALS.
More transcriber’s notes may be found at the end of this text.
REPORTS
RELATING TO
THE SANITARY CONDITION
OF THE
CITY OF LONDON.
BY
JOHN SIMON, F.R.S.
SURGEON TO ST. THOMAS’S HOSPITAL, AND
OFFICER OF HEALTH TO THE CITY.
LONDON:
JOHN W. PARKER AND SON, WEST STRAND.
MDCCCLIV.
LONDON:
SAVILL AND EDWARDS, PRINTERS, CHANDOS STREET,
COVENT GARDEN.
TO
LOUIS MICHAEL SIMON,
OF THE STOCK EXCHANGE, LONDON, AND OF
THE PARAGON, BLACKHEATH,
I DEDICATE THIS REPRINT OF MY REPORTS:
LOOKING
LESS TO WHAT LITTLE INTRINSIC MERIT THEY MAY HAVE,
THAN TO THE YEARS OF ANXIOUS LABOUR THEY REPRESENT:
DEEMING IT FIT TO ASSOCIATE
MY FATHER’S NAME
WITH A RECORD OF ENDEAVOURS TO DO MY DUTY:
BECAUSE IN THIS HE HAS BEEN MY BEST EXAMPLE;
AND
BECAUSE I COUNT IT THE HAPPIEST INFLUENCE IN MY LOT,
THAT, BOUND TO HIM BY EVERY TIE OF GRATEFUL AFFECTION,
I HAVE LIKEWISE BEEN ABLE, FROM MY EARLIEST CHILDHOOD
TILL NOW--THE EVENING OF HIS LIFE,
TO REGARD HIM WITH UNQUALIFIED AND INCREASING RESPECT.
CONTENTS.
Page
DEDICATION iii
PREFACE vii
FIRST ANNUAL REPORT 1
FURTHER REMARKS ON WATER-SUPPLY 72
SECOND ANNUAL REPORT 77
THIRD ANNUAL REPORT 177
FOURTH ANNUAL REPORT 211
FIFTH ANNUAL REPORT 213
APPENDIX OF TABLES ILLUSTRATING THE SANITARY CONDITION OF
THE CITY OF LONDON. 264
REPORT ON CITY BURIAL-GROUNDS 280
REPORT ON EXTRAMURAL INTERMENTS 285
PREFACE.
The following Reports, officially addressed to the Commissioners of
Sewers of the City of London, were originally printed only for the use
of the Corporation; and although, to my very great pleasure, they have
been extensively circulated through the medium of the daily press, there
has continued so frequent an application for separate copies that the
surplus-stock at Guildhall has long been exhausted. Under these
circumstances--believing the Reports may have some future interest, as
belonging to an important educational period in the matters to which
they refer, I have requested the Commission to allow their collective
reprint and publication; and this indulgence having been kindly accorded
me, I have gathered into the present volume all my Annual Reports,
together with a special Report suggesting arrangements for extramural
burial.
From the nature of the work, I have not considered myself at liberty to
make those extensive alterations of text which usually belong to a
second edition. I have restricted myself to a few verbal corrections,
and to rectifying or omitting some unimportant paragraph, here or there,
in case its matter has been more fully or more correctly stated in parts
of a subsequent Report. Frequently, where I have wished to explain or
qualify passages in the text, I have added foot-notes; but these are
distinguished as interpolations by the mark--J. S., 1854.
My Reports lay no claim to the merit of scientific discovery. Rather,
they deal with things already notorious to Science; and, in writing
them, my hopes have tended chiefly towards winning for such doctrines
more general and more practical reception. It has seemed to me no
unworthy object, that, confining myself often to almost indisputable
topics--to truths bordering on truism, I should labour to make trite
knowledge bear fruit in common application.
Nor in any degree do they profess to be cyclopædic in the subject of
Preventive Medicine; for it is but a small part of this science that
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AN INTRODUCTION TO THE HISTORY OF SCIENCE
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in the Carnegie Institute of Technology
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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOLUME 147
July 8, 1914
CHARIVARIA.
LORD BRASSEY is said to be annoyed at the way in which his recent
adventure at Kiel was exaggerated. He landed, it seems, on the mole of
the Kaiser Dockyard, not noticing a warning to trespassers--and certain
of our newspapers proceeded at once to make a mountain out of the mole.
* * *
Mr. ROOSEVELT'S American physician, Dr. ALEXANDER LAMBERT, has confirmed
the advice of his European physicians that the EX-PRESIDENT must have
four months' rest and must keep out of politics absolutely for that
period; and it is said that President WILSON is also of the opinion that
the distinguished invalid owes it to his country to keep quiet for a
time.
* * *
At the farewell banquet to Lord GLADSTONE members of the Labour Unions
surrounded the hotel and booed loudly with a view to making the speeches
inaudible. As the first serious attempt to protect diners from an orgy
of oratory this incident deserves recording.
* * *
There appear to have been some amusing misfits in the distribution of
prizes at the recent Midnight Ball. For example a young lady of
pronounced sobriety, according to _The Daily Chronicle_, secured a case
of whisky and went about asking if she could get it changed for perfume.
Whisky is, of course, essentially a man's perfume.
* * *
There are One Woman Shows as well as One Man Shows in these days. An
invitation to be present at a certain function in connection with a
certain charitable institution announces:--
"ATHLETIC SPORTS AND DISTRIBUTION OF PRIZES by LADY ---- ----."
* * *
Some surprise is being expressed in non-legal circles that the actress
who lost the case which she brought against SANDOW, LIMITED, for
depicting her as wearing one of their corsets, did not apply for stays
of execution.
* * *
Quite a number of our picture galleries are now closed, and it has been
suggested that, with the idea of reconciling the public to this state of
affairs, there shall be displayed conspicuously at the entrance to the
buildings the reminder, "_Ars est celare artem_."
* * *
_The Gentlewoman_, by the way, which is publishing a series of articles
entitled "Woman's Work at the 1914 Academy," omits to show us photos of
Mr. SARGENT'S and Mr. CLAUSEN'S paintings after certain women had worked
upon them.
* * *
The Admiralty dismisses as "a silly rumour" the report that one of our
new first-class destroyers is to be named _The Suffragette_.
* * *
In Mr. STEPHEN PHILLIPS' play, _The Sin of David_, we are to see
Cavaliers and Roundheads. This will be a welcome change, for in most of
the theatres nowadays one sees a preponderance of Deadheads.
* * *
The intrepid photographer again! _The Illustrated London News_
advertises:--
PHOTOGRAVURE PRESENTATION PLATE OF
GENERAL BOOTH AND
MRS. BRAMWELL BOOTH
LIONS PHOTOGRAPHED AT 5 YARDS'
DISTANCE.
* * *
Once upon a time Red Indians used to kidnap Whites. Last week, Mrs. W.
BOWMAN CUTTER, a wealthy widow of seventy, living at Boston,
Massachusetts, eloped with her 21-year-old Red-skin chauffeur.
* * *
A memorial to a prize-fighter who was beaten by TOM SAYERS was unveiled
at Nottingham last week. Should this idea of doing honour to defeated
British heroes spread to those of to-day our sculptors should have a
busy time.
* * *
A visitor to Scarborough nearly lost his motor-car in the sands at Filey
last week: it sank up to the bonnet and was washed by the sea before it
was hauled to safety by four horses. Neptune is said to have been not a
little annoyed at the car's escape, as he realises that his old chariot
drawn by sea-horses is now sadly _demode_.
* * *
A new organisation, called "The League of Wayfarers," has been formed.
Its members apparently consist of "child policemen," who undertake to
protect wild flowers. How it is going to be done we do not quite
understand. Presumably, small boys will hide behind, say, dandelions,
and emit a loud roar when anyone tries to pluck the tender plant.
* * * * *
Illustration: A MESSAGE FROM THE SEA.
_Romantic Tripper._ "TELL ME, HAVE YOU EVER PICKED UP ANY BOTTLES ON THE
BEACH?"
_Boatman._ "WERRY OFTEN, MISS!"
_Romantic Tripper._ "AND HAVE YOU FOUND ANYTHING IN THEM?"
_Boatman._ "NOT A BLESSED DROP, MISS!"
* * * * *
When _The Yorkshire Post_ and _The Hull Daily Mail_ differ, who shall
decide between them? _The Hull Daily Mail_ asserts positively that A.
PAPAZONGLON won the long jump at the Bridlington Grammar School sports
and that C. PAPAZONGLON was second in the 100 yards and High Jump. Its
contemporary, however, unhesitatingly awards these positions to C.
PAPAZONGLOU, C. PAPAZONGA and G. PAPAZAGLOU respectively. But it gives
the "Victor Ludorum" cup to a new competitor, C. PAPAZOUGLOU, and again
differs from _The Hull Daily Mail_, which knows for a fact that it was
won by C. PPAZONGLON. Whom shall we believe?
* * * * *
"ASQUITH DENIES MILITANT PLEA.
Receives Working Women but Won't Introduce Bill."--_New York Evening
Sun._
We are left with the uneasy impression that William is a snob.
* * * * *
"On a divan the motion for rejection was carried by 178 to
136."--_Daily Chronicle._
Our politicians are right to take it easy this hot weather.
* * * * *
A PATRIOT UNDER FIRE.
(_Observed during the recent heat wave._)
Philip, I note with unaffected awe
How, with the glass at 90 in the cool,
You still obey inflexibly the law
That governs manners of the British school;
How, in a climate where the sweltering air
Seems to be wafted from a kitchen copper,
You still refuse to lay aside your wear
Of sable (proper).
The Civil Service which you so adorn
Would lose its prestige, visibly grown slack,
And all its lofty pledges be forsworn
Were you to deviate from your boots of black;
Were you to shed that coat of sombre dye,
That ebon brain-box (imitation beaver)
Whose torrid aspect strikes the passer-by
With tertian fever.
As something far beyond me I respect
The virtue, equal to the stiffest crux,
Which thus forbids your costume to deflect
Into the primrose path of straw and ducks;
I praise that fine regard for red-hot tape
Which calmly and without an eyelid's flutter
Suffers the maddening noon to melt your nape
As it were butter.
"His clothes are not the man," I freely own,
Yet often they express the stuff they hide,
As yours, I like to fancy, take their tone
From stern, ascetic qualities inside;
Just as the soldier's heavy marching-gear
Conceals a heart of high determination,
Too big, in any temperature, to fear
Nervous prostration.
I cite the warrior's case who goes through fire;
For you, no less a patriot, face your risk
When in your country's service you perspire
In blacks that snort at Phoebus' flaming disc;
So, till a medal (justly made of jet)
Records your grit and pluck for all to know 'em,
I on your chest with safety-pins will set
This inky poem.
O. S.
* * * * *
"THE PURPLE LIE."
"Arabella," I said, examining the fuzzy part of her which projected
above the dome of the coffee-pot, "I perceive that you mope. That being
so, I am glad to be able to tell you that I have been presented with two
tickets for _The Purple Lie_ to-morrow evening."
"Sorry," she replied, "but it's off."
"Off!" I exclaimed indignantly, "when the box-office is being besieged
all day by a howling mob, and armoured commissionaires are constantly
being put into commission to defend it. Off!"
"What I mean to say is," said Arabella, "that we're dining with the
Messington-Smiths to-morrow evening."
I bowed my head above the marmalade and wept. "Arabella," I groaned,
looking up at last, "what have we done that these people should continue
to supply us with food? We do not love them, and they do not love us.
The woman is a bromide. Her husband is even worse. He is a phenacetin. I
shall fall asleep in the middle of the asparagus and butter myself
badly. Think, moreover, of the distance to Morpheus Avenue. Remember
that I have been palpitating to see _The Purple Lie_ for weeks."
"So have I," said Arabella. "It's sickening, but I am afraid we must
pass those tickets on."
I happened that day to be lunching with my friend Charles. "The last
thing in the world I want to do," I said to him, "is to oblige you in
any way, but I chance to have--ahem!--purchased two stalls for _The
Purple Lie_ which I cannot make use of. I had forgotten that I am dining
with some very important and--er--influential people to-morrow night.
When a man moves as I do amid a constant whirl of gilt-edged
engagements----"
"Ass!" said Charles, and pocketed the tickets.
On the following morning I perceived a large crinkly frown at the
opposite end of the breakfast table, and, rightly divining that Arabella
was behind it, asked her what the trouble was.
"It's the Messington-Smiths," she complained. "They can't have us to
dinner after all. It seems that Mrs. Messington-Smith has a bad sore
throat."
"Any throat would be sore," I replied, "that had Mrs. Messington-Smith
talking through it. I wonder whether Charles is using those tickets."
"You might ring up and see."
To step lightly to the telephone, ask for Charles's number, get the
wrong one, ask again, find that he had gone to his office, ring him up
there and get through to him, was the work of scarcely fifteen minutes.
"Charles," I said, "are you using those two stalls of mine to-day?"
"Awfully sorry," he replied, "but I can't go myself. I gave them away
yesterday evening."
"Wurzel!" I said. "Who to?"
"To whom," he corrected gently. "To a dull man I met in the City named
Messington-Smith."
"Named _what_?" I shrieked.
"Messington-Smith. _M_ for Mpret, _E_ for Eiderdown----"
"Where does he live?"
"21, Morpheus Avenue."
For a moment the room seemed to spin round me. I put down the
transmitter and pressed my hand to my forehead. Then in a shaking voice
I continued--"Of all the double-barrelled, unmitigated, blue-faced----"
"What number, please?" sang a sweet soprano voice. I rang off, and went
to break the news to Arabella.
She was silent for a few moments, and then asked me suddenly,
"Whereabouts in the stalls were those seats of ours?"
"Almost in the middle of the third row," I replied mournfully.
Arabella said no more, but with a rather disdainful smile on her face
walked firmly to her little escritoire, sat down, wrote a note, and
addressed it to Mrs. Messington-Smith.
"What have you said?" I asked, as she stamped her letter with a rather
vicious jab on KING GEORGE'S left eye.
"Just that I am sorry about her old sore throat," she replied. "And then
I went on, that wasn't it funny by the same post we had been given two
stalls for _The Purple Lie_ to-night in a very good place in the middle
of the third row? She will get the letter by lunch-time," she added
pensively, "and it will be so nice for her to know that we shall be
sitting almost next to them."
"But we aren't going to _The Purple Lie_ at all," I protested.
"No," she said, "and as a matter of fact I don't suppose the
Messington-Smiths are either--now."
I left Arabella smiling triumphantly through her tears,
but when I returned in the evening the breakfast-time frown had
reappeared with even crinklier ramifications.
"Why," I asked, "are you looking like a tube map?"
"Mrs. Messington-Smith," she answered with a slight catch in her voice,
"has just been telephoning."
"I thought the receiver looked a bit played out," I said. "What does she
want with us now?"
"Well, she _has_ got a sore throat after all. You could tell that from
her voice. And she isn't going to _The Purple Lie_ either. She never
even meant to."
"But the tickets," I gasped.
"She and her husband quite forgot about them till to-day," said
Arabella. "And now they have given them away to some friends. But they
weren't given away at all till this afternoon, and----"
She broke off and gave a lachrymose little sniff.
"And what?"
"And she knew, of course, that we're disengaged to-night, and when she
got my letter she was just going to send them round to us."
* * * * *
Illustration: BEATEN ON POINTS.
L.C.C. TRAM. "HARD LINES ON ME!"
MOTOR-'BUS. "YES, IT'S ALWAYS HARD LINES WITH YOU, MY BOY. THAT'S WHAT'S
THE MATTER; YOU CAN'T SIDE-STEP."
* * * * *
Illustration: "WHO'S THE LITTLE MAN HOLDING HIS RACKET THAT FUNNY WAY?"
"OH, THAT'S MR. BINKS. HE TAKES THE PLATE ROUND IN CHURCH, YOU KNOW."
* * * * *
Commercial Candour.
From a testimonial:--
"I have had this cover on the rear wheel of my 3-1/2 h.p. Humber
Motor Cycle and have ridden same 7,000 miles, six of these without a
puncture."--_Advt. in "Motor Cycle."_
* * * * *
"MRD. CPL., temporary."--_Advt. in "Daily Mail."_
When we tell you that the mystic letters mean "married couple," you will
share our horror.
* * * * *
WOMAN AT THE FIGHT.
In ancient unsophisticated days
Women were valued for their cloistered ways.
And won at Rome encouragement from man
Only because they stayed at home and span;
While PERICLES in Attic Greek expressed
The view that those least talked about were best.
There were exceptions, but the normal Greek
Regarded SAPPHO as a dangerous freak,
And CLYTEMNESTRA for three thousand years
Was pelted with unmitigated sneers,
Till RICHARD STRAUSS and HOFMANNSTHAL combined
To prove that she was very much maligned.
But now at last these cloistered days are o'er
And woman, breaking down her prison door,
Is free to take the middle of the floor.
No more for her indomitable soul
The meekly ministering angel _role_;
No more the darner of her husband's socks,
She takes delight in watching champions box,
Finds respite from the carking cares that vex us
In cheering blows that reach the solar plexus,
Joins in the loud and patriotic shout
While beaten BELL is being counted out,
And--joy that makes all other joys seem nil--
Writes her impressions for _The Daily Thrill_.
* * * * *
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THE SUSCEPTIBLE AMERICAN.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful singer named Miss Iris Bewlay.
Every now and then she gave a recital, and it was always crowded. She
was chosen to sing "God save the King" at bazaars and Primrose League
meetings; her rendering of "Home, Sweet Home" moistened every eye.
Hostesses wishing to be really in the swim engaged her to sing during
after-dinner conversation for enormous fees.
When Miss Iris Bewlay was approaching the forties and adding every day
to her wealth, another Miss Bewlay--not Iris, but Gladys, and no
relation whatever--was gradually improving her gift of song with a
well-known teacher, for it was Miss Gladys Bewlay's intention, with her
parents' strong approval, to become a professional. She had not, it is
true, her illustrious namesake's commanding presence or powerful
register, but her voice was sweet and refined and she might easily have
a future.
It happened that a susceptible music-loving American staying in London
for a short time was taken by some English friends to a concert at which
Miss Iris Bewlay was singing, and he fell at once a victim to her tones.
Never before had he heard a voice which so thrilled and moved him. He
returned to his hotel enraptured, and awoke with but one desire and that
was to hear Miss Bewlay again.
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The Romance of Modern Sieges
[Illustration: THE SALLY FROM THE FORT AT KUMASSI
Led by Capt. Armitage, some two hundred loyal natives sallied forth. At
their head marched the native chiefs, prominent amongst whom was the
young king of Aguna. He was covered back and front with fetish charms,
and on his feet were boots, and where these ended his black legs
began.]
THE ROMANCE OF
MODERN SIEGES
DESCRIBING THE PERSONAL ADVENTURES,
RESOURCE AND DARING OF BESIEGERS
AND BESIEGED IN ALL PARTS OF
THE WORLD
BY
EDWARD GILLIAT, M.A.
SOMETIME MASTER AT HARROW SCHOOL
AUTHOR OF “FOREST OUTLAWS,” “IN LINCOLN GREEN,” _&c._, _&c._
WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
LONDON: SEELEY & CO. LIMITED
1908
PREFACE
These chapters are not histories of sieges, but narratives of such
incidents as occur in beleaguered cities, and illustrate human nature
in some of its strangest moods. That “facts are stranger than fiction”
these stories go to prove: such unexpected issues, such improbable
interpositions meet us in the pages of history. What writer of fiction
would dare to throw down battlements and walls by an earthquake, and
represent besiegers as paralysed by religious fear? These tales are
full, indeed, of all the elements of romance, from the heroism and
self-devotion of the brave and the patient suffering of the wounded, to
the generosity of mortal foes and the kindliness and humour which gleam
even on the battle-field and in the hospital. But the realities of war
have not been kept out of sight; now and then the veil has been lifted,
and the reader has been shown a glimpse of those awful scenes which
haunt the memory of even the stoutest veteran.
We cannot realize fully the life that a soldier lives unless we see
both sides of that life. We cannot feel the gratitude that we ought to
feel unless we know the strain and suspense, the agony and endurance,
that go to make up victory or defeat. In time of war we are full of
admiration for our soldiers and sailors, but in the past they have been
too often forgotten or slighted when peace has ensued. Not to keep in
memory the great deeds of our countrymen is mere ingratitude.
Hearty acknowledgments are due to the authors and publishers who have
so kindly permitted quotation from their books. Every such permission
is more particularly mentioned in its place. The writer has also had
many a talk with men who have fought in the Crimea, in India, in
France, and in South Africa, and is indebted to them for some little
personal touches such as give life and colour to a narrative.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
SIEGE OF GIBRALTAR (1779-1782)
PAGES
The position of the Rock--State of defence--Food-supply--Rodney
brings relief--Fire-ships sent in--A convoy in a fog--Heavy
guns bombard the town--Watching the cannon-ball--Catalina gets
no gift--One against fourteen--Red-hot shot save the day--Lord
Howe to the rescue 17-27
CHAPTER II
DEFENCE OF ACRE (1799)
Jaffa stormed by Napoleon--Sir Sidney Smith hurries to
Acre--Takes a convoy--How the French procured cannon-balls--The
Turks fear the mines--A noisy sortie--Fourteen assaults--A
Damascus blade--Seventy shells explode--Napoleon nearly
killed--The siege raised--A painful retreat 28-36
CHAPTER III
THE WOUNDED CAPTAIN IN TALAVERA (1809)
Talavera between two fires--Captain Boothby wounded--Brought
into Talavera--The fear of the citizens--The surgeons’
delay--Operations without chloroform--The English retire--French
troops arrive--Plunder--French officers kind, and protect
Boothby--A private bent on loot beats a hasty retreat 37-52
CHAPTER IV
THE CAPTURE OF CIUDAD RODRIGO (1812)
A night march--Waiting for scaling-ladders--The assault--Ladders
break--Shells and grenades--A magazine explodes--Street
fighting--Drink brings disorder and plunder--Great spoil 53-61
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A LITTLE PILGRIMAGE IN ITALY
[Illustration: PERUGIA: LOOKING TOWARDS ASSISI.]
A LITTLE PILGRIMAGE IN ITALY
by
OLAVE M. POTTER
Author of 'The Colour of Rome.'
With 8 Plates and Illustrations by Yoshio Markino
Toronto
The Musson Book Company
Limited
First Published November 1911
Cheap Re-Issue 1913
Edinburgh: T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty
FOREWORD
One morning of high summer three pilgrims met together in the City
of Genoa to sally forth in search of sunshine and the Middle Ages.
At least that was what the Poet said, for sunshine and Ancient
Stones were the passions of the Poet's life.
The Philosopher insisted that we went in search of Happiness.
It is no matter. But in fact we did meet one July day of sweltering
sunshine in Genoa, the Western Gate of Italy, which is a city of
grateful shadows, whose narrow streets defy the brilliant sun.
This is a book of simple delights, a chronicle of little pleasures,
so I shall not talk much of Genoa, although to my mind she is the
most Italian of all the great cities of Italy. Nor shall I speak of
Florence, or Naples, or Venice, or Rome. Doubtless, like me, you
have loved them all.
[Illustration: A STREET IN GENOA.]
If you come with me I shall take you away from the great cities
where your feet are bruised on the stony streets and never feel the
soft warm earth beneath their soles, where mountainous walls of
brick limit your vision to smoke-clouded strips of sky, where you
never smell the fragrance of the night. If you come with me I shall
take you to the hills, the deep-bosomed rolling hills, with their
valleys and their plains and with towered cities riding on their
crests. You will lie with me under the olives and stone-pines,
where the warm earth cushions your limbs in luxury, and the
sunlight flickering in the green shadows lights on a wealth of
flowers.
Then, if you will, come back to your haunted streets.
But I am persuaded that if you go there you will find a great
content among the little cities of great memories which stand
knee-deep in flowers upon the hills of Italy, or in those nobler
towns,--Siena, who belongs to the Madonna, and Perugia, whose name
is as a torch to light your feet into the Valleys of Romance. In
their streets you are seldom shut away from the mountains and the
sky; and little gracious weeds and grasses have spread a web among
their stones as though an elfin world sought to entrap a monster
and pull him down to ruin.
Our little pilgrimage took us to many shrines, and haunts of
peace and beauty. We made our discoveries, saw much, learned not
a little philosophy. And, most of all, we caught a glimpse of the
heart of Umbria--Umbria of the saints. We watched the gathering of
the golden maize in the plain below Assisi while we walked with
St. Francis among the vines and olives; we saw the vintage being
brought home with song and thanksgiving at Orvieto and Viterbo.
We dwelt among beautiful simple-hearted men and women, living in
little farms far from the toil of the modern world, who still
worship God in the gladness of their hearts and the spirit of the
ardent thirteenth century; who toil and spin and bear children
and lie down to die, not with the stupidity of animals or the
self-satisfaction of the bourgeoisie, but full of a beautiful
content, moved by a beautiful faith. We dipped into Tuscany too,
into Lombardy, into the March of Ancona, into Lazio, but nowhere
else was the world as perfect, as unspoiled as in Umbria. If you
are travel-stained with life, if the sweat of a work-a-day world
still clings about you, if you have lost your saints and almost
forgotten your Gods, you will cure the sickness of your soul in
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OLD HENDRIK'S TALES, BY CAPTAIN ARTHUR OWEN VAUGHAN.
CHAPTER ONE.
WHY OLD BABOON HAS THAT KINK IN HIS TAIL.
The day was hot, and the koppies simmered blue and brown along the Vaal
River. Noon had come, dinner was done. "Allah Mattie!" said the grey
old kitchen boy to himself, as he stretched to sleep in the shade of the
mimosa behind the house. "Allah Mattie! but it near break my back in
dem tobacco lands dis mawnin'. I sleep now."
He stretched himself with a slow groan of pleasure, settling his face
upon his hands as he lay, soaking in comfort. In three minutes he was
asleep.
But round the corner of the house came the three children, the eldest a
ten-year-old, the youngest six. With a whoop and a dash the eldest
flung himself astride the old Hottentot's back, the youngest rode the
legs behind, while the girl, the eight-year-old with the yellow hair and
the blue eyes, darted to the old man's head and caught him fast with
both hands. "Ou' Ta'! Ou' Ta'!" she cried. "Now you're Ou' Jackalse
and we're Ou' Wolf, and we've got you this time at last." She wanted to
dance in the triumph of it, could she have done it without letting go.
Old Hendrik woke between a grunt and a groan, but the merry clamour of
the little girl would have none of that. "Now we've got you, Ou'
Jackalse," cried she again.
The old man's yellow face looked up in a sly grin. "Ah, Anniekye," said
he unctuously; "but Ou' Wolf never did ketch Ou' Jackalse. He ain't
never bin slim enough yet. He make a big ole try dat time when he got
Oom Baviyaan to help him; but all dey got was dat kink in Ou' Baviyaan's
tail--you can see it yet."
"But how _did_ old Bobbyjohn get that kink in his tail? You never told
us that, Ou' Ta'," protested Annie.
The old Hottentot smiled to the little girl, and then straightway sighed
to himself. "If you little folks only knowed de Taal," said he
plaintively. "It don't soun' de same in you' Englis' somehow." He
shook his head sadly over English as the language for a Hottentot story
handed down in the Boer tongue. He had been long enough in the service
of this "English" family (an American father and Australian mother) to
know enough of the language for bald use; though, being a Hottentot, he
had never mastered the "th," as a Basuto or other Bantu might have done,
and was otherwise uncertain also--the pronunciation of a word often
depending upon that of the words next before and after it. But English
was not fond enough, nor had diminutives enough, for a kitchen tale as a
house Kaffir loves to tell it.
None the less, his eyes brightened till the smile danced in his face as
his words began. "Ou' Wolf--well, Ou' Wolf, he'd a seen a lot less
trouble if he ha'n't had sich a wife, for Ou' Missis Wolf she yust had a
temper like a meer-cat. Folks use' to won'er how Ou' Wolf manage' wid
her, an' Ou' Jackalse use' to say to him, `Allah man! if she was on'y my
wife for about five minutes she'd fin' out enough to tink on as long's
she keep a-livin'.' An' den Ou' Jackalse, he'd hit 'is hat back on to
de back of his head an' he'd step slouchin' an' fair snort agen
a-grinnin'.
"But Ou' Wolf ud look behind to see if his missis was hearin', an' den
he'd shake his head, an' stick his hands in his pockets an' walk off an
tink. He'd see some mighty tall tinkin' yust up over his head, but he
couldn' somehow seem to get a-hold of it.
"Well, one mawnin' Missis Wolf she get up, an' she look on de hooks an'
dere ain't no meat, an' she look in de pot an' dere ain't no mealies.
`Allah Crachty!' says she, `but dat Ou' Wolf is about de laziest skellum
ever any woman wore herse'f out wid. I'll ketch my deat' of him afore
I's done.'
"Den she look outside, an' dere she seen Ou' Wolf a-settin' on de stoop
in de sun. He was yust a-waitin', sort o' quiet an' patient, for his
breakfas', never dreamin' nothin' about bein' banged about de yead wid a
mealie ladle, when out flops Missis Wolf, an' fair bangs him a biff on
one side his head wid de long spoon. `You lazy skellum!' ses she, an'
bash she lams him on his t'other year. `Where's darie [that there] meat
for de breakfas' I don' know?' ses she, an' whack she smack him right on
top his head. `Off you go an' fetch some dis ver' minute,' ses she, an'
Ou' Wolf he don' say no moh, but he yust offs, an' he offs wid a yump
too, I can tell you.
"Ou' Wolf as he go he won'er how he's goin' to get dat meat quick
enough. `I tink I'll get Ou' Jackalse to come along a-huntin' too,' ses
he. `He's mighty slim when he ain't no need to be, an' p'raps if he'd
be slim a-huntin' dis mawnin' we'd ketch somet'in' quicker.' An' Ou'
Wolf rub his head in two-t'ree places as he tink of it.
"Now Ou' Jackalse, he was a-sittin' in de sun agen de wall of his house,
a-won'erin' where he's gun' to get breakfas', 'cause he feel dat hungry
an' yet he feel dat lazy dat he wish de grass was sheep so he could lie
down to it. But grass ain't sheep till it's inside one, an' so Missis
Jackalse, inside a-spankin' little Ainkye, was a-won'erin' where she's
gun' to get some breakfas' to stop it a-squallin'. `I yust wish you'
daddy 'ud tink a bit oftener where I's gun' to get bones for you,' ses
she.
"Little Ainkye, she stop an' listen to dat, an' den she tink awhile, but
she fin' she don't get no fatter on on'y talk about bones, an' fus'
t'ing her mammy know she puts her two han's up to her eyes an' fair
dives into squallin' agen.
"Missis Jackalse she ketches hold o' Ainkye an' gives her such a shakin'
till her eyes fly wide open. `I's yust about tired o' hearin' all dat
row,' ses she. An' while Ainkye's quiet considerin' dat, Missis
Jackalse she hear Ou' Wolf come along outside, axin' her Ou' Baas ain't
he comin' huntin' dis mawnin'? Den she hear Ou' Jackalse answer back,
sort o' tired like. `But I cahnt come. I's sick.'
"Den Ainkye lets out a squall fit to split, an' her mammy she biffs her
a bash dat s'prise her quite quiet, before she stick her head out o de
doh an' say, mighty tremblin' like--`I don't tink we got no meat fo'
breakfas' at all, Ou' Man'.
"But Ou' Jackalse he ain't a troublin' hisse'f about no women's talk.
He don't turn his 'ead nor not'in'. He yust hutch hisse'f closer to de
wall to bake hisse'f some more, an' he say agen--`I tell you I's sick,
an' I cahnt go huntin' dis mawnin', nohow'.
"Missis Jackalse she pop her head inside agen mighty quick at dat, an'
Ou' Wolf he sling off down de spruit wid his back up. Ou' Jackalse he
yust sit still in de sun an' watch him go, an' he ses to hisse'f ses he:
`Now dat's big ole luck fo' me. If he ha'n't a come along like dat I
don' know but I'd a had to go an' ketch somet'in' myse'f, I'm dat
'ongry. But now it'll be all right when he come back wid some sort o'
buck.'
"Den he turn his head to de doh. `_Frowickie_,' ses he to his missis
inside, soft an' chucklin', `tell Ainkye to stop dat squallin' an'
bawlin'. Ou' Wolf's gone huntin', an' yust as sure as he come back
we'll have all de breakfas' we want. Tell 'er if she don't stop anyhow
I'll come inside to her.'
"Missis Jackalse she frown at Ainkye. `You hear dat now,' ses she, `an'
you better be quiet now 'less you want to have you' daddy come in to
you.' An' Ainkye she say, `Well, will you le' me play wid your tail
den?' An' her mammy she say, `All right,' an' dey 'gun a-laughin' an'
a-goin' on in whispers. But Ou' Jackalse he yust sit an' keep on bakin'
hisse'f in de sun by de wall.
"By'n'by here comes Ou' Wolf back agen, an' a big fat Eland on his back,
an' de sweat yust a-drippin' off him. An' when he comes past de house
he look up an' dere he see Ou' Jackalse yust a-settin' an' a-bakin', an'
a-makin' slow marks in de dust wid his toes now an' agen, an' lookin'
might comfy. An' Ou' Wolf he feel darie big fat Eland more bigger an
heavier dan ever on his back, an he feel dat savage at Ou' Jackalse dat
he had to look toder way, for fear he'd let out all his bad words
_Kerblob_ in one big splosh on darie Ou' Jackalse head. But Ou'
Jackalse he say nawt'in'; he yust sit an' bake. But he tink inside
hisse'f, an' his eye kind o' 'gun to shine behind in his head as he
watch darie meat go past an' go on, an' he feel his mouf run all water.
"But he ha'n't watched dat breakfas' out o' sight, an' he ha'n't quite
settle hisse'f yust how he's goin' to get his share, when up hops Klein
Hahsie--what you call Little Hare.
"`Mawnin', Klein Hahsie,' ses Ou' Jackalse, but yust so high an'
mighty's he know how, 'cause little Hahsie he's de runner for Big Baas
King Lion, an Ou' Jackalse he tink he'll show him dat oder folks ain't
no chicken feed, too.
"`Mawnin', Ou' Jackalse,' ses Little Hahsie, kind o' considerin' him
slow out of his big shiny eyes. Den he make a grab at one of his own
long years as if it tickle him, an' when he turn his face to look at de
tip o' darie year he sorto' wunk at it, kind o' slow and solemn. `Darie
ou' year o' mine!' ses he to Ou' Jackalse.
"Den he sort o' remember what he come for, an' he speak out mighty
quick. `You yust better get a wiggle on you mighty sudden,' ses he.
`Ou' King Lion he's a roarin' for darie Ou' Jackalse fit to tear up de
bushes. "Where's darie Ou' Jackalse? If he don't get here mighty quick
he'll know all about it," roars he. "What's de use o' me makin' him my
doctor if he ain't here when he's wanted? Dis claw I neah tore out
killin' a Koodoo yeste'day--he'd better be yust lively now a-gittin'
here to doctor dat. Fetch him!" roars he, an' here I am, an' I tell you
you yust better git a move on you,' ses Hahsie.
"Ou' Jackalse he tink, but he don't let on nawthin' but what he's yust
so sick as to split. `I's dat bad I cahnt har'ly crawl,' ses he--`but
you go 'long an' tell King Lion I's a-comin' as soon's ever I get some
medicine mix'.'
"`Well, I tol' you--you better be quicker'n blue lightnin' all de same,'
ses Hahsie, an' off he flicks, as if he's sort o' considerin' what's de
matter wid Ou' Jackalse.
"Well, Ou' Jackalse he tink, an' he tink, an' he know he'd better be
gettin' along to King Lion, but yet he ain't a-goin' to give in about
darie breakfas'. He ain't a-movin' mighty fast about it, but he goes
into de woods an' he gets some leaves off o' one bush, an' some roots
off'n anoder, an' yust when he tink dat's about all he want, who should
he see but Ou' Wolf, kind o' saunterin' along an' lookin' yust good an'
full o' breakfas', an' chock full o' feelin' fine all inside him.
"Dat stir Ou' Jackalse where he's so empty in his tummy, an' dat make it
strike him what to do. He comes along to Ou' Wolf lookin' like he's in
a desprit rush an' yust in de worst kind of a tight place. `Here, Ou'
Wolf,' ses he in a hustle, `you's yust him I was tinkin' on. Hyer's
King Lion about half crazy wid a pain, an' he's roarin' for me, an' I
set off wid a yump, an' I got all de stuff for de medicine, but all de
time I clean forgot de book to mix it by. Now you yust do me a good
turn, like a good chap, an' you rush off to King Lion wid dis hyer
medicine, while I streaks back for de book. You does dis foh me an' I
ain't a-goin' to fo'get what I owe you for it.'
"Ou' Wolf he's quite took off his feet an' out o' breaf on it all.
`Why, o' course,' ses he. `You gi' me darie medicine an' I offs right
away. A good yob I had breakfas' a'ready,' an' he fair seizes darie
medicine an' he offs.
"Ou' Jackalse lie right down where he's standin' an' he fair roll an'
kick hisse'f wid laughin'. `A good yob I _ar'n't_ had my breakfas','
ses he. `I'd a lost a deal more'n meat if I had a done,' ses he agen,
an' den he ups an' he offs back to Ou' Wolf's house.
"All de way back he kep' on a-smilin' to hisse'f, an' every once in a
while he'd give a skip an' a dance to tink what a high ole time he was
a-havin'. Den by'n'by he picks up a piece o' paper. `Yust de t'ing I's
wantin',' ses he.
"Well, he come to Ou' Wolf's house an dere was Missis Wolf a-sittin' out
on de stoop an' a pullin' down de flaps of her cappie to keep de flies
off'n her nose. `Mawnin', Cousin,' ses Ou' Jackalse; fair as polite as
honey wouldn't run down his t'roat if you let him hold it in his mouf.
"`Mawnin',' ses she, an' she ain't a-singin' it out like a Halleloolya
needer, an' she don't stir from where she's a-settin', an' she don't say
how-dy-do. She yust look at him like she's seen him befo'e, an' like
she ain't a breakin' her neck if she don't never see him agen.
"But Ou' Jackalse he ain't a-seein' nawtin' but what she's yust as glad
to see him as if he was a predicant. `I's got a bit of a note here from
your man,' ses he. `P'r'aps you don't mind readin' it an' den you'll
know,' ses he.
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SOCIALISM: POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE
by
ROBERT RIVES LA MONTE
"I will make a man more precious than fine gold;
even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir."
--_Isaiah xiii, 12._
Chicago
Charles H. Kerr & Company
1907
Copyright 1907
by Charles H. Kerr & Company
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Press of
John F. Higgins
Chicago
TO
M. E. M. AND L. H. M.
PREFACE
Of the papers in this little volume two have appeared in print before:
"Science and Socialism" in the International Socialist Review for
September, 1900, and "Marxism and Ethics" in Wilshire's Magazine for
November, 1905. My thanks are due to the publishers of those periodicals
for their kind permission to re-print those articles here. The other
papers appear here for the first time.
There is an obvious inconsistency between the treatment of Materialism
in "Science and Socialism" and its treatment in "The Nihilism of
Socialism." I would point out that seven years elapsed between the
composition of the former and that of the latter essay. Whether the
inconsistency be a sign of mental growth or deterioration my readers
must judge for themselves. I will merely say here that the man or woman,
whose views remain absolutely fixed and stereotyped for seven years, is
cheating the undertaker. What I conceive the true significance of this
particular change in opinions to be is set forth in the essay on "The
Biogenetic Law."
Some Socialists will deprecate what may seem to them the unwise
frankness of the paper on "The Nihilism of Socialism." To them I can
only say that to me Socialism has always been essentially a
revolutionary movement. Revolutionists, who attempt to maintain a
distinction between their exoteric and their esoteric teachings, only
succeed in making themselves ridiculous. But, even were the maintenance
of such a distinction practicable, it would, in my judgment, be highly
inexpedient. As a mere matter of policy, ever since I first entered the
Socialist Movement, I have been a firm believer in the tactics admirably
summed up in Danton's "_De l'audace! Puis de l'audace! Et toujours de
l'audace!_"
Should any reader find himself repelled by "The Nihilism of Socialism,"
let me beg that he will not put the book aside until he has read the
essay on "The Biogenetic Law."
I do not send forth this little book with any ambitious hope that it
will be widely read, or even that it will convert any one to Socialism.
My hope is far more modest. It is that this book may be of some real
service, as a labor-saving device, to the thinking men and women who
have felt the lure of Socialism, and are trying to discover just what is
meant by the oft-used words 'Marxian Socialism,' Should it prove of
material aid to even _one_ such man or woman, I would feel that I had
been repaid a hundred-fold for my labor in writing it.
ROBERT RIVES LA MONTE.
Feb. 7, 1907.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
SCIENCE AND SOCIALISM 15
I. THE MATERIALISTIC CONCEPTION OF HISTORY 25
II. THE LAW OF SURPLUS-VALUE 34
III. THE CLASS STRUGGLE 46
MARXISM AND ETHICS 57
INSTEAD OF A FOOTNOTE 75
THE NIHILISM OF SOCIALISM 81
THE BIOGENETIC LAW 131
KISMET 143
SCIENCE AND SOCIALISM[1]
(International Socialist Review, September, 1900.)
Until the middle of this (the nineteenth) century the favorite theory
with those who attempted to explain the phenomena of History was the
Great-Man-Theory. This theory was that once in a while through infinite
mercy a great man was sent to the earth who yanked humanity up a notch
or two higher, and then we went along in a humdrum way on that level, or
even sank back till another great man was vouchsafed to us. Possibly the
finest flower of this school of thought is Carlyle's Heroes and Hero
Worship. Unscientific as this theory was, it had its beneficent effects,
for those heroes or great men served as ideals, and the human mind
requires an unattainable ideal. No man can be or do the best he is
capable of unless he is ever reaching out toward an ideal that lies
beyond his grasp. Tennyson put this truth in the mouth of the ancient
sage who tells the youthful and ambitious Gareth who is eager to enter
into the service of King Arthur of the Table Round:
"-----------the King
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been corrected.
PILGRIMAGE FROM THE ALPS TO THE TIBER.
Or
The Influence of Romanism on Trade, Justice, and Knowledge.
by
REV. J.A. WYLIE, LL.D.
Author of "The Papacy," &c. &.c.
Edinburgh
Shepherd & Elliot, 15, Princes Street.
London: Hamilton, Adams, & Co.
MDCCCLV.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
THE INTRODUCTION, 1
CHAPTER II.
THE PASSAGE OF THE ALPS, 8
CHAPTER III.
RISE AND PROGRESS OF CONSTITUTIONALISM IN PIEDMONT, 23
CHAPTER IV.
STRUCTURE AND CHARACTERISTICS OF THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS, 43
CHAPTER V.
STATE AND PROSPECTS OF THE VAUDOIS CHURCH, 62
CHAPTER VI.
FROM TURIN TO NOVARA--PLAIN OF LOMBARDY, 83
CHAPTER VII.
FROM NOVARA TO MILAN--DOGANA--CHAIN OF THE ALPS, 94
CHAPTER VIII.
CITY AND PEOPLE OF MILAN, 105
CHAPTER IX.
ARCO DELLA PACE--ST AMBROSE, 119
CHAPTER X.
THE DUOMO OF MILAN, 126
CHAPTER XI.
MILAN TO BRESCIA--THE REFORMERS, 137
CHAPTER XII.
THE PRESENT THE IMAGE OF THE PAST, 152
CHAPTER XIII.
SCENERY OF LAKE GARDA--PESCHIERA--VERONA, 158
CHAPTER XIV.
FROM VERONA TO VENICE--THE TYROLESE ALPS, 168
CHAPTER XV.
VENICE--DEATH OF NATIONS, 178
CHAPTER XVI.
PADUA--ST ANTONY--THE PO--ARREST, 198
CHAPTER XVII.
FERRARA--RENEE AND OLYMPIA MORATA, 209
CHAPTER XVIII.
BOLOGNA AND THE APENNINES, 216
CHAPTER XIX.
FLORENCE AND ITS YOUNG EVANGELISM, 237
CHAPTER XX.
FROM LEGHORN TO ROME--CIVITA VECCHIA, 262
CHAPTER XXI.
MODERN ROME, 276
CHAPTER XXII.
ANCIENT ROME--THE SEVEN HILLS, 289
CHAPTER XXIII.
SIGHTS IN ROME--CATACOMBS--PILATE'S STAIRS--PIO NONO, &C., 302
CHAPTER XXIV.
INFLUENCE OF ROMANISM ON TRADE, 333
CHAPTER XXV.
INFLUENCE OF ROMANISM ON TRADE--(CONTINUED), 352
CHAPTER XXVI.
JUSTICE AND LIBERTY IN THE PAPAL STATES, 366
CHAPTER XXVII.
EDUCATION AND KNOWLEDGE IN THE PAPAL STATES, 401
CHAPTER XXVIII.
MENTAL STATE OF THE PRIESTHOOD IN ITALY, 415
CHAPTER XXIX.
SOCIAL AND DOMESTIC CUSTOMS OF THE ROMANS, 430
CHAPTER XXX.
THE ARGUMENT FROM THE WHOLE, OR, ROME HER OWN WITNESS, 447
ROME,
AND
THE WORKINGS OF ROMANISM
IN ITALY.
CHAPTER I.
THE INTRODUCTION.
I did not go to Rome to seek for condemnatory matter against the Pope's
government. Had this been my only object, I should not have deemed it
necessary to undertake so long a journey. I could have found materials
on which to construct a charge in but too great abundance nearer home.
The cry of the Papal States had waxed great, and there was no need to go
down into those unhappy regions to satisfy one's self that the
oppression was "altogether according to the cry of it." I had other
objects to serve by my journey.
There is one other country which has still more deeply influenced the
condition of the race, and towards which one is even more powerfully
drawn, namely, Judea. But Italy is entitled to the next place, as
respects the desire which one must naturally feel to visit it, and the
instruction one may expect to reap from so doing. Some of the greatest
minds which the pagan world has produced have appeared in Italy. In that
land those events were accomplished which have given to modern history
its form and colour; and those ideas elaborated, the impress of which
may still be traced upon the opinions, the institutions, and the creeds
of Europe. In Italy, too, empire has left her ineffaceable traces, and
art her glorious footsteps. There is, all will admit, a peculiar and
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THE JUNGLE BOOK
By Rudyard Kipling
Contents
Mowgli's Brothers
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
Kaa's Hunting
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
"Tiger! Tiger!"
Mowgli's Song
The White Seal
Lukannon
"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"
Darzee's Chant
Toomai of the Elephants
Shiv and the Grasshopper
Her Majesty's Servants
Parade Song of the Camp Animals
Mowgli's Brothers
Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle
It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when
Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and
spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling
in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her
four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the
cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time to
hunt again." He was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with
a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: "Good luck go with you, O
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COWARDICE COURT
By George Barr McCutcheon
Illustrated by Harrison Fisher
[Illustration: 0007]
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[Illustration: 0012]
COWARDICE COURT
CHAPTER I--IN WHICH A YOUNG MAN TRESPASSES
“He's just an infernal dude, your lordship, and I 'll throw him in the
river if he says a word too much.”
“He has already said too much, Tompkins, confound him, don't you know.”
“Then I'm to throw him in whether he says anything or not, sir?”
“Have you seen him?”
“No, your lordship, but James has. James says he wears a red coat and--”
“Never mind, Tompkins. He has no right to fish on this side of that
log. The insufferable ass may own the land on the opposite side, but,
confound his impertinence, I own it on this side.”
This concluding assertion of the usually placid but now irate Lord
Bazelhurst was not quite as momentous as it sounded. As a matter of
fact, the title to the land was vested entirely in his young American
wife; his sole possession, according to report, being a title much
less substantial but a great deal more picturesque than the large,
much-handled piece of paper down in the safety deposit vault--lying
close and crumpled among a million sordid, homely little slips called
coupons.
It requires no great stretch of imagination to understand that Lord
Bazelhurst had an undesirable neighbour. That neighbour was young Mr.
Shaw--Randolph Shaw, heir to the Randolph fortune. It may be fair to
state that Mr. Shaw also considered himself to be possessed of an odious
neighbour. In other words, although neither had seen the other, there
was a feud between the owners of the two estates that had all the
earmarks of an ancient romance.
Lady Bazelhurst was the daughter of a New York millionaire; she was
young, beautiful, and arrogant. Nature gave her youth and beauty;
marriage gave her the remaining quality. Was she not Lady Bazelhurst?
What odds if Lord Bazelhurst happened to be a middle-aged, addle-pated
ass? So much the better. Bazelhurst castle and the Bazelhurst estates
(heavily encumbered before her father came to the rescue) were among the
oldest and most coveted in the English market. Her mother noted, with
unctuous joy, that the present Lady Bazelhurst in babyhood had extreme
difficulty in mastering the eighth letter of the alphabet, certainly a
most flattering sign of natal superiority, notwithstanding the fact that
her father was plain old John Banks (deceased), formerly of Jersey City,
more latterly of Wall street and St. Thomas's.
Bazelhurst was a great catch, but Banks was a good name to conjure with,
so he capitulated with a willingness that savoured somewhat of suspended
animation (so fearful was he that he might do something to disturb
the dream before it came true). That was two years ago. With exquisite
irony, Lady Bazelhurst decided to have a country-place in America. Her
agents discovered a glorious section of woodland in the Adirondacks,
teeming with trout streams, game haunts, unparalleled scenery; her
ladyship instructed them to buy without delay. It was just here that
young Mr. Shaw came into prominence.
His grandfather had left him a fortune and he was looking about for ways
in which to spend a portion of it. College, travel, and society
having palled on him, he hied himself into the big hills west of Lake
Champlain, searching for beauty, solitude, and life as he imagined it
should be lived. He found and bought five hundred acres of the most
beautiful bit of wilderness in the mountains.
The same streams coursed through his hills and dales that ran through
those of Lady Bazelhurst, the only distinction being that his portion
was the more desirable. When her ladyship's agents came leisurely up
to close their deal, they discovered that Mr. Shaw had snatched up
this choice five hundred acres of the original tract intended for their
client. At least one thousand acres were left for the young lady, but
she was petulant enough to covet all of it.
Overtures were made to Mr. Shaw, but he would not sell. He was preparing
to erect a handsome country-place, and he did not want to alter his
plans. Courteously at first, then somewhat scathingly he declined to
discuss the proposition with her agents. After two months of pressure of
the most tiresome persistency, he lost his temper and sent a message to
his inquisitors that suddenly terminated all negotiations. Afterwards,
when he learned that their client was a lady, he wrote a conditional
note of apology, but, if he expected a response, he was disappointed. A
year went by, and now, with the beginning of this narrative, two newly
completed country homes glowered at each other from separate hillsides,
one envious and spiteful, the other defiant and a bit satirical.
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The
Travelling Thirds
By
Gertrude Atherton
Author of
“Rulers of Kings” “The Conqueror”
“The Bell in the Fog” etc.
[Illustration]
LONDON AND NEW YORK
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
1905
Copyright, 1905, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
_All rights reserved._
Published October, 1905.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Travelling Thirds
I
The California cousin of the Lyman T. Moultons—a name too famous to be
shorn——stood apart from the perturbed group, her feet boyishly asunder,
her head thrown back. Above her hung the thick white clusters of the
acacia,[1] drooping abundantly, opaque and luminous in the soft masses
of green, heavy with perfume. All Lyons seemed to have yielded itself to
the intoxicating fragrance of its favorite tree.
Footnote 1:
The acacia of Europe is identical with the American locust.
In the Place Carnot, at least, there was not a murmur. The Moultons had
hushed in thought their four variations on the aggressive American key,
although perhaps insensible to the voluptuous offering of the grove.
Mrs. Moulton, had her senses responded to the sweet and drowsy
afternoon, would have resented the experience as immoral; and as it was
her pale-blue gaze rested disapprovingly on the rapt figure of her
husband’s second cousin. The short skirt and the covert coat of
ungraceful length, its low pockets always inviting the hands of its
owner, had roused more than once her futile protest, and to-day they
seemed to hang limp with a sense of incongruity beneath the half-closed
eyes and expanded nostrils of the young Californian.
It was not possible for nature to struggle triumphant through the
disguise this beneficiary chose to assume, but there was an unwilling
conviction in the Moulton family that when Catalina arrayed herself as
other women she would blossom forth into something of a beauty. Even her
stiff hat half covered her brow and rich brown hair, but her eyes, long
and dark and far apart, rarely failed to arrest other eyes, immobile as
was their common expression.
Always independent of her fellow-mortals, and peculiarly of her present
companions, she was a happy pagan at the moment, and meditating a
solitary retreat to another grove of acacias down by the Saône, when her
attention was claimed by Mr. Moulton.
“Would you mind coming here a moment, Catalina?” he asked, in a voice
whose roll and cadence told that he had led in family prayers these many
years, if not in meeting. “After all, it is your suggestion, and I think
you should present the case. I have done it very badly, and they don’t
seem inclined to listen to me.”
He smiled apologetically, but there was a faint twinkle in his eye which
palliated the somewhat sanctimonious expression of the lower part of his
face. Blond and cherubic in youth, his countenance had grown in dignity
as time changed its tints to drab and gray, reclaimed the superfluous
flesh of his face, and drew the strong lines that are the half of a
man’s good looks. He, too, had his hands in his pockets, and he stood in
front of his wife and daughters, who sat on a bench in the perfumed
shade of the acacias.
His cousin once removed dragged down her eyes and scowled, without
attempt at dissimulation. In a moment, however, she came forward with a
manifest attempt to be human and normal. Mrs. Moulton stiffened her
spine as if awaiting an assault, and her oldest daughter, a shade more
formal and correct, more afraid of doing the wrong thing, fixed a cold
and absent eye upon the statue to liberty in the centre of the Place.
Only the second daughter, Lydia, just departing from her first
quarter-century, turned to the alien relative with a sparkle in her eye.
She was a girl about whose pink-and-white-and-golden prettiness there
was neither question nor enthusiasm, and her thin, graceful figure and
alertly poised head received such enhancement as her slender purse
afforded. She wore—need I record it?—a travelling-suit of dark-blue
brilliantine, short—but at least three inches longer than Catalina’s—and
a large hat about whose brim fluttered a blue veil. She admired and a
little feared the recent acquisition from California, experiencing for
the first time in her life a pleasing suspense in the vagaries of an
unusual character. She and all that hitherto pertained to her belonged
to that highly refined middle class nowhere so formal and exacting as in
the land of the free.
Catalina, who never permitted her relatives to suspect that she was shy,
assumed her most stolid expression and abrupt tones.
“It is simple enough. We can go to Spain if we travel third class, and
we can’t if we don’t. I want to see Spain more than any country in
Europe. I have heard you say more than once that you were wild to see
it—the Alhambra and all that—well, anxious, then,” as Mrs. Moulton
raised a protesting eyebrow. “I’m wild, if you like. I’d walk, go on
mule-back; in short, I’ll go alone if you won’t take me.”
“You will do what?” The color came into Mrs. Moulton’s faded cheek, and
she squared herself as for an encounter. Open friction was infrequent,
for Mrs. Moulton was nothing if not diplomatic, and Catalina was
indifferent. Nevertheless, encounters there had been, and at the finish
the Californian had invariably held the middle of the field, insolent
and victorious; and Mrs. Moulton had registered a vow that sooner or
later she would wave the colors over the prostrate foe.
For thirty-two years she had merged, submerged, her individuality, but
in these last four months she had been possessed by a waxing revolt, of
an almost passionate desire for a victorious moment. It was her first
trip abroad, and she had followed where her energetic husband and
daughters listed. Hardly once had she been consulted. Perhaps, removed
for the first time from the stultifying environment of habit, she had
come to realize what slight rewards are the woman’s who flings her very
soul at the feet of others. It was too late to attempt to be an
individual in her own family; even did she find the courage she must
continue to accept their excessive care—she had a mild form of
invalidism—and endeavor to feel grateful that she was owned by the
kindest of husbands, and daughters no more selfish than the average; but
since the advent of Catalina all the rebellion left in her had become
compact and alert. Here was an utterly antagonistic temperament, one
beyond her comprehension, individual in a fashion that offended every
sensibility; cool, wary, insolently suggesting that she purposed to
stalk through life in that hideous get-up, pursuing the unorthodox. She
was not only indomitable youth but indomitable savagery, and Mrs.
Moulton, of the old and cold Eastern civilization, bristled with a
thrill that was almost rapture whenever this unwelcome relative of her
husband stared at her in contemptuous silence.
“You will do what? The suggestion that we travel third class is
offensive enough—but are you aware that Spanish women never travel even
first class alone?”
“I don’t see what that has to do with me. I’m not Spanish; they would
assume that I was ‘no lady’ and take no further notice of me; or, if
they did—well, I can take care of myself. As for travelling third class,
I can’t see that it is any more undignified than travelling second, and
its chief recommendations, after its cheapness, are that it won’t be so
deadly respectable as second, and that we’ll meet nice, dirty,
picturesque, excitable peasants instead of dowdy middle-class people who
want all the windows shut. The third-class carriages are generally big,
open cars like ours, with wooden seats—no microbes—and at this time of
the year all the windows will be open. Now, you can think it over. I am
going to invest twenty francs in a Baedeker and study my route.”
She nodded to Mr. Moulton, dropped an almost imperceptible eyelash at
Lydia, and, ignoring the others, strode off belligerently towards the
Place Bellecour.
Mrs. Moulton turned white. She set her lips. “I shall not go,” she
announced.
“My love,” protested her husband, mildly, “I am afraid she has placed us
in a position where we shall have to go.” He was secretly delighted.
“Spain, as you justly remarked, is the most impossible country in Europe
for the woman alone, and she is the child of my dead cousin and old
college chum. When we are safely home again I shall have a long talk
with her and arrive at a definite understanding of this singular
character, but over here I cannot permit her to make herself—and
us—notorious. I am sure you will agree with me, my love. My only fear is
that you may find the slow trains and wooden seats fatiguing—although I
shall buy an extra supply of air-cushions, and we will get off whenever
you feel tired.”
“Do say yes, mother,” pleaded her youngest born. “It will almost be an
adventure, and I’ve never had anything approaching an adventure in my
life. I’m sure even Jane will enjoy it.”
“I loathe travelling,” said the elder Miss Moulton, with energy. “It’s
nothing but reading Baedeker, stalking through churches and
picture-galleries, and rushing for trains, loaded down with
hand-baggage. I feel as if I never wanted to see another thing in my
life. Of course I’m glad I’ve seen London and Paris and Rome, but the
discomforts and privations of travel far outweigh the advantages. I
haven’t the slightest desire to see Spain, or any more down-at-the-heel
European countries; America will satisfy me for the rest of my life. As
for travelling third class—the very idea is low and horrid. It is bad
enough to travel second, and if we did think so little of ourselves as
to travel third—just think of its being found out! Where would our
social position be—father’s great influence? As for that California
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THE STORY OF BOOKS
The Useful Knowledge Library
PLANT LIFE. By Grant Allen.
ARCHITECTURE. By P. L. Waterhouse.
THE STARS. By G. F. Chambers, F.R.A.S.
THE SOLAR SYSTEM. By George F. Chambers, F.R.A.S.
FOREST AND STREAM. By James Rodway.
THE MIND. By Prof. J. M. Baldwin.
THE RELIGIONS OF THE WORLD. By the Rev. E. D. Price, F.G.S.
EXTINCT CIVILIZATIONS OF THE EAST. By Robert E. Anderson, M.A., F.A.S.
THE CHEMICAL ELEMENTS. By M. M. Pattison Muir, M.A.
A PIECE OF COAL. By E. A. Martin.
THE EARTH IN PAST AGES. By H. G. Seeley, F.R.S.
BIRD-LIFE. By W. P. Pycraft.
GEOGRAPHICAL DISCOVERY. By Joseph Jacobs.
PRIMITIVE MAN. By Edward Clodd.
THOUGHT AND FEELING. By Frederick Ryland, M.A.
THE BRITISH RACE. By John Munro.
GERM LIFE. By H. W. Conn.
ANIMAL LIFE. By B. Lindsay.
COTTON PLANT. By F. Wilkinson, F.G.S.
ECLIPSES. By G. F. Chambers, F.R.A.S.
ELECTRICITY. By J. Munro.
WEATHER. By G. F. Chambers, F.R.A.S.
WILD FLOWERS. By Rev. Prof. Henslow.
LONDON: HODDER AND STOUGHTON
[Illustration: EARLY PRINTERS AT WORK.]
THE
STORY OF BOOKS
BY
GERTRUDE BURFORD RAWLINGS
Author of "The Story of the British Coinage"
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
PUBLISHERS, LONDON
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. Introductory 9
II. The Preservation of Literature 13
III. Books and Libraries in Classical Times 26
IV. Books in Mediæval Times 36
V. Libraries in Mediæval Times 56
VI. The Beginning of Printing 70
VII. Who Invented Moveable Types? 81
VIII. Gutenberg and the Mentz Press 89
IX. Early Printing 103
X. Early Printing in Italy and some other Countries 110
XI. Early Printing in England 118
XII. Early Printing in Scotland 131
XIII. Early Printing in Ireland 138
XIV. Book Bindings 144
XV. How a Modern Book is Produced 159
Postscript 164
Index 166
ILLUSTRATIONS
Early Printers at Work Frontispiece
PAGE
Page from the Book of Kells 38
Part of Page from the Book of Kells 39
Page from the Lindisfarne Gospels 44
Page from the Biblia Pauperum 76
Type of the Mentz Indulgence 95
Page from the Mazarin Bible 98
Type of the Mazarin Bible 99
Type of the Subiaco Lactantius 111
Type of the Aldine Virgil, 1501 114
Type of Caxton's Dictes or Sayengis of the Philosophres,
Westminster, 1477 123
Boys Learning Grammar 125
Caxton's Device 127
Type of Wynkyn de Worde's Higden's Polychronicon, London, 1495 129
Myllar's Device 132
Title Page of O'Kearney's Irish Alphabet and Catechism 140
Upper Cover of Melissenda's Psalter 149
THE STORY OF BOOKS
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTORY
The book family is a very old and a very noble one, and has rendered
great service to mankind, although, as with other great houses, all its
members are not of equal worth and distinction. But since books are so
common nowadays as to be taken quite as matters of course, probably few
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LITTLE MASTERPIECES OF SCIENCE
[Illustration: Louis Pasteur.]
Little Masterpieces of Science
Edited by George Iles
HEALTH AND HEALING
_By_
Sir James Paget, M.D. Patrick Geddes and
Sir J. R. Bennett, M.D. J. Arthur Thomson
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AMERICAN
BOOKPLATES
[Illustration]
AMERICAN BOOK-PLATES
(EX-LIBRIS)
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
American Book-Plates
A Guide to their Study with Examples
By Charles Dexter Allen
Member Ex-Libris Society London · Member Grolier Club New York
Member Connecticut Historical Society Hartford
With a Bibliography by Eben Newell Hewins
Member Ex-Libris Society
Illustrated with many reproductions of rare and interesting book-plates
and in the finer editions with many prints from the original
coppers both old and recent
[Illustration]
New York · Macmillan and Co. · London
Mdcccxciv
COPYRIGHT, 1894,
BY MACMILLAN AND CO.
Norwood Press:
J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith.
Boston, Mass., U.S.A.
PREFACE.
[Illustration: I]n a few years Book-plate literature will have a place
in the catalogues of the Libraries, as it now has in those of the
dealers in books. The works of the Hon. J. Leicester Warren (Lord de
Tabley), Mr. Egerton Castle, and Mr. W. J. Hardy on the English plates,
Mr. Walter Hamilton, M. Henri Bouchot, and M. Poulet-Malassis on the
French, Herr Warnecke on the German, and M. Carlander on the Swedish,
are all the work of master hands, and are recognized as authorities. In
our own country the lists and essays of Mr. Richard C. Lichtenstein and
Mr. Laurence Hutton have long been of invaluable service, and occupy a
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[Illustration: Susan B. Anthony. (Signed: Affectionately Yours Susan B. Anthony)]
THE HISTORY
OF
WOMAN SUFFRAGE
EDITED BY
SUSAN B. ANTHONY &
IDA HUSTED HARPER
ILLUSTRATED WITH COPPERPLATE AND PHOTOGRAVURE
ENGRAVINGS
_IN FOUR VOLUMES_
VOL. IV.
1883-1900
"PERFECT EQUALITY OF RIGHTS FOR WOMAN, CIVIL, LEGAL
AND POLITICAL"
SUSAN B. ANTHONY
17 MADISON STREET, ROCHESTER, N. Y.
COPYRIGHT, 1902, BY SUSAN B. ANTHONY
THE HOLLENBECK PRESS
INDIANAPOLIS
* * * * Make me respect my material so much that I dare not slight my
work. Help me to deal very honestly with words and with people,
because they are both alive. Show me that, as in a river, so in
writing, clearness is the best quality, and a little that is pure is
worth more than much that is mixed. Teach me to see the local color
without being blind to the inner light. Give me an ideal that will
stand the strain of weaving into human stuff on the loom of the real.
Keep me from caring more for books than for folks, for art than for
life. Steady me to do my full stint of work as well as I can, and when
that is done, stop me, pay me what wages thou wilt, and help me to say
from a quiet heart a grateful Amen.
HENRY VAN <DW18>.
PREFACE
After the movement for woman suffrage, which commenced about the
middle of the nineteenth century, had continued for twenty-five years,
the feeling became strongly impressed upon its active promoters, Miss
Susan B. Anthony and Mrs. Elizabeth Cady Stanton, that the records
connected with it should be secured to posterity. With Miss Anthony,
indeed, the idea had been ever present, and from the beginning she had
carefully preserved as far as possible the letters, speeches and
newspaper clippings, accounts of conventions and legislative and
congressional reports. By 1876 they were convinced through various
circumstances that the time had come for writing the history. So
little did they foresee the magnitude which this labor would assume
that they made a mutual agreement to accept no engagements for four
months, expecting to finish it within that time, as they contemplated
nothing more than a small volume, probably a pamphlet of a few hundred
pages. Miss Anthony packed in trunks and boxes the accumulations of
the years and shipped them to Mrs. Stanton's home in Tenafly, N. J.,
where the two women went cheerfully to work.
Mrs. Stanton was the matchless writer, Miss Anthony the collector of
material, the searcher of statistics, the business manager, the keen
critic, the detector of omissions, chronological flaws and
discrepancies in statement such as are unavoidable even with the most
careful historian. On many occasions they called to their aid for
historical facts Mrs. Matilda Joslyn Gage, one of the most logical,
scientific and fearless writers of her day. To Mrs. Gage Vol. I of the
History of Woman Suffrage is wholly indebted for the first two
chapters--Preceding Causes and Woman in Newspapers, and for the last
chapter--Woman, Church and State, which she later amplified in a book;
and Vol. II for the first chapter--Woman's Patriotism in the Civil
War.
When the allotted time had expired the work had far exceeded its
original limits and yet seemed hardly begun. Its authors were amazed
at the amount of history which already had been made and still more
deeply impressed with the desirability of preserving the story of the
early struggle, but both were in the regular employ of lecture bureaus
and henceforth could give only vacations to the task. They were
entirely without the assistance of stenographers and typewriters, who
at the present day relieve brain workers of so large a part of the
physical strain. A labor which was to consume four months eventually
extended through ten years and was not completed until the closing
days of 1885. The pamphlet of a few hundred pages had expanded into
three great volumes of 1,000 pages each, and enough material remained
unused to fill another.[1]
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ON THE DECAY OF THE ART OF LYING
by Mark Twain [Sameul Clemens]
ESSAY, FOR DISCUSSION, READ AT A MEETING OF THE HISTORICAL
AND ANTIQUARIAN CLUB OF HARTFORD, AND OFFERED FOR THE
THIRTY-DOLLAR PRIZE.[*]
[*] Did not take the prize.
Observe, I do not mean to suggest that the _custom_ of lying has
suffered any decay or interruption--no, for the Lie, as a Virtue, A
Principle, is eternal; the Lie, as a recreation, a solace, a refuge in
time of need, the fourth Grace, the tenth Muse, man's best and surest
friend, is immortal, and cannot perish from the earth while this club
remains. My complaint simply concerns the decay of the _art_ of lying.
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Painted by Tho. Cole. Engraved by Geo. W. Hatch.
]
“FATHER CLARK,”
OR
The Pioneer Preacher.
SKETCHES AND INCIDENTS
OF
REV. JOHN CLARK,
BY AN OLD PIONEER.
NEW YORK:
SHELDON, LAMPORT & BLAKEMAN,
No. 115 NASSAU STREET.
1855.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1855, by
SHELDON, LAMPORT & BLAKEMAN,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.
JOHN J. REED,
_Stereotyper and Printer_,
16 Spruce street.
INTRODUCTION.
The incidents, manners and customs of frontier life in the country
once called the “Far West,”--now the valley of the Mississippi, are
interesting to all classes. The religious events and labors of good men
in “works of faith and labors of love” among the early pioneers of this
valley, cannot fail to attract the attention of young persons in the
family circle, and children in Sabbath schools.
The author of this work, as the commencement of a series of PIONEER
BOOKS, has chosen for a theme a man of singularly benevolent and
philanthropic feelings; peculiarly amiable in manners and social
intercourse; with habits of great self-denial; unusually disinterested
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TESSA
Our Little Italian Cousin
THE
Little Cousin Series
(TRADE MARK)
Each volume illustrated with six or more full-page plates in
tint. Cloth, 12mo, with decorative cover,
per volume, 60 cents
LIST OF TITLES
BY MARY HAZELTON WADE
(unless otherwise indicated)
=Our Little African Cousin=
=Our Little Alaskan Cousin=
By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
=Our Little Arabian Cousin=
By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Armenian Cousin=
=Our Little Australian Cousin=
By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
=Our Little Brazilian Cousin=
By Mary F. Nixon-Roulet
=Our Little Brown Cousin=
=Our Little Canadian Cousin=
By Elizabeth R. MacDonald
=Our Little Chinese Cousin=
By Isaac Taylor Headland
=Our Little Cuban Cousin=
=Our Little Dutch Cousin=
By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Egyptian Cousin=
By Blanche McManus
=Our Little English Cousin=
By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Eskimo Cousin=
=Our Little French Cousin=
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=Our Little German Cousin=
=Our Little Greek Cousin=
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=Our Little Panama Cousin=
By H. Lee M. Pike
=Our Little Persian Cousin=
By E. C. Shedd
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=Our Little Russian Cousin=
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By Blanche McManus
=Our Little Siamese Cousin=
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=Our Little Swedish Cousin=
By Claire M. Coburn
=Our Little Swiss Cousin=
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TESSA
Our Little Italian Cousin
By Mary Hazelton Wade
_Illustrated by_ L. J. Bridgman
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_PUBLISHERS_
_Copyright, 1903_
BY L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
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THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES
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Published, July, 1903
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Seventh Impression, August, 1910
Preface
MANY people from other lands have crossed the ocean to make a new home
for themselves in America. They love its freedom. They are happy here
under its kindly rule. They suffer less from want and hunger than in the
country of their birthplace.
Their children are blessed with the privilege of attending fine schools
and with the right to learn about this wonderful world, side by side
with the sons and daughters of our most successful and wisest people.
Among these newer-comers to America are the Italians, many of whom will
never again see their own country, of which they are still so justly
proud. They will tell you it is a land of wonderful beauty; that it has
sunsets so glorious that both artists and poets try to picture them for
us again and again; that its history is that of a strong and mighty
people who once held rule over all the civilized world; that thousands
of travellers visit its shores every year to look upon its paintings and
its statues, for it may truly be called the art treasure-house of the
world.
When you meet your little Italian cousins, with their big brown eyes and
olive skins, whether it be in school or on the street, perhaps you will
feel a little nearer and more friendly if you turn your attention for a
while to their home, and the home of the brave and wise Columbus who
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THE BROWN MOUSE
By
HERBERT QUICK
Author of
Aladdin & Company, The Broken Lance
On Board the Good Ship Earth, Etc.
INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright 1915
The Bobbs-Merrill Company
Printed in the United States of America
PRESS OF
BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOK MANUFACTURERS
BROOKLYN, N. Y.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I A Maiden's "Humph" 1
II Reversed Unanimity 24
III What Is a Brown Mouse 38
IV The First Day of School 48
V The Promotion of Jennie 55
VI Jim Talks the Weather Cold 65
VII The New Wine 75
VIII And the Old Bottles 89
IX Jennie Arranges a Christmas Party 99
X How Jim Was Lined Up 111
XI The Mouse Escapes 122
XII Facing Trial 132
XIII Fame or Notoriety 147
XIV The Colonel Takes the Field 164
XV A Minor Casts Half a Vote 188
XVI The Glorious Fourth 203
XVII A Trouble Shooter 218
XVIII Jim Goes to Ames 235
XIX Jim's World Widens 242
XX Think of It 248
XXI A School District Held Up 258
XXII An Embassy From Dixie 277
XXIII And So They Lived---- 295
THE BROWN MOUSE
CHAPTER I
A MAIDEN'S "HUMPH"
A Farm-hand nodded in answer to a question asked him by Napoleon on the
morning of Waterloo. The nod was false, or the emperor misunderstood--and
Waterloo was lost. On the nod of a farm-hand rested the fate of Europe.
This story may not be so important as the battle of Waterloo--and it may
be. I think that Napoleon was sure to lose to Wellington sooner or later,
and therefore the words "fate of Europe" in the last paragraph should be
understood as modified by "for a while." But this story may change the
world permanently. We will not discuss that, if you please. What I am
endeavoring to make plain is that this history would never have been
written if a farmer's daughter had not said "Humph!" to her father's hired
man.
Of course she never said it as it is printed. People never say "Humph!" in
that way. She just closed her lips tight in the manner of people who have
a great deal to say and prefer not to say it, and--I dislike to record
this of a young lady who has been "off to school," but truthfulness
compels--she grunted through her little nose the ordinary "Humph!" of
conversational commerce, which was accepted at its face value by the
farm-hand as an evidence of displeasure, disapproval, and even of
contempt. Things then began to happen as they never would have done if the
maiden hadn't "Humphed!" and this is a history of those happenings.
As I have said, it may be more important than Waterloo. _Uncle Tom's
Cabin_ was, and I hope--I am just beginning, you know--to make this a much
greater book than _Uncle Tom's Cabin_. And it all rests on a "Humph!"
Holmes says,
"Soft is the breath of a maiden's 'Yes,'
Not the light gossamer stirs with less."
but what bard shall rightly sing the importance of a maiden's "H | 42.56382 |
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To all friends of the brave children of France
Map of the Voyage
THE FRENCH TWINS
by
Lucy Fitch Perkins
CONTENTS
I. THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLE
II. ON THE WAY HOME
III. THE COMING OF THE GERMANS
IV. THE RETURN OF THE FRENCH
V. AT MADAME COUDERT'S
VI. THE BURNING OF THE CATHEDRAL
VII. HOME AGAIN
VIII. REFUGEES
IX. THE FOREIGN LEGION
X. FONTANELLE
XI. A SURPRISE
XII. MORNING IN THE MEADOW
XIII. CHILDREN OF THE LEGION
I. THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLE
The sunlight of the clear September afternoon shone across the roofs of
the City of Rheims, and fell in a yellow flood upon the towers of the
most beautiful cathedral in the world, turning them into two shining
golden pillars against the deep blue of the eastern sky.
The streets below were already in shadow, but the sunshine still poured
through the great rose window above the western portal, lighting the
dim interior of the church with long shafts of brilliant reds, blues,
and greens, and falling at last in a shower of broken color upon the
steps of the high altar. Somewhere in the mysterious shadows an unseen
musician touched the keys of the great organ, and the voice of the
Cathedral throbbed through its echoing aisles in tremulous waves of
sound. Above the deep tones of the bass notes a delicate melody
floated, like a lark singing above the surf.
Though the great church seemed empty but for sound and color, there
lingered among its shadows a few persons who loved it well. There were
priests and a few worshipers. There was also Father Varennes, the
Verger, and far away in one of the small chapels opening from the apse
in the eastern end good Mother Meraut was down upon her knees, not
praying as you might suppose, but scrubbing the stone floor. Mother
Meraut was a wise woman; she knew when to pray and when to scrub, and
upon occasion did both with equal energy to the glory of God and the
service of his Church. Today it was her task to make the little chapel
clean and sweet, for was not the Abbe coming to examine the
Confirmation Class in its catechism, and were not her own two children,
Pierre and Pierette, in the class? In time to the heart-beats of the
organ, Mother Meraut swept her brush back and forth, and it was already
near the hour for the class to assemble when at last she set aside her
scrubbing-pail, wiped her hands upon her apron, and began to dust the
chairs which had been standing outside the arched entrance, and to
place them in orderly rows within the chapel.
She had nearly completed her task, when there was a tap-tapping upon
the stone floor, and down the long aisle, leaning upon his crutch, came
Father Varennes. He stopped near the chapel and watched her as she
whisked the last chair into place and then paused with her hands upon
her hips to make a final inspection of her work.
"Bonjour, Antoinette," said the Verger.
Mother Meraut turned her round, cheerful face toward him. "Ah, it is
you, Henri," she cried, "come, no doubt, to see if the chapel is clean
enough for the Abbe! Well, behold."
The Verger peered through the arched opening, and sniffed the wet,
soapy smell which pervaded the air. "One might even eat from your clean
floor, Antoinette," he said, smiling, "and taste nothing worse with his
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