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OLD AND NEW LONDON.
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON, PLATE 10.
THE THAMES EMBANKMENT.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON, PLATE 9.
THE ROYAL EXCHANGE & BANK OF ENGLAND.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 8.
ALDERMAN BOYDELL. From the Portrait in the Guildhall Collection.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON PLATE 7.
THE MIDLAND RAILWAY STATION,--ST. PANCRAS.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 6.
Maclure & Macdonald del et lith.
A CITY APPRENTICE,--16TH CENTURY.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 5.
A BANQUET AT THE GUILDHALL.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 4.
THE HOLBORN VIADUCT.]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 3.
LONDON WATCHMAN (CHARLIE) 18TH CENTURY]
[Illustration: CASSELL'S OLD & NEW LONDON. PLATE 2.
ST. PAUL'S FROM LUDGATE CIRCUS.]
[Illustration: A WATERMAN IN DOGGETT'S COAT AND BADGE.]
OLD AND NEW
LONDON.
_A NARRATIVE OF_
ITS HISTORY, ITS PEOPLE, AND ITS PLACES.
Illustrated with Numerous Engravings
FROM THE MOST AUTHENTIC SOURCES.
VOL. I.
CASSELL, PETTER & GALPIN:
_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
[Transcriber's Note: Although the Table of Contents is correct, the chapter
heading for Chapter XLIII is used twice and Chapter XLVII missing with
chapter headings offset by one in between. These have been corrected in
this text document.]
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER I.
ROMAN LONDON.
Buried London--Our Early Relations--The Founder of London--A
Distinguished Visitor at Romney Marsh--Caesar re-visits the "Town on the
Lake"--The Borders of Old London--Caesar fails to make much out of the
Britons--King _Brown_--The Derivation of the Name of London--The Queen
of the Iceni--London Stone and London Roads--London's Earlier and Newer
Walls--The Site of St. Paul's--Fabulous Claims to Idolatrous
Renown--Existing Relics of Roman London--Treasures from the Bed of the
Thames--What we Tread underfoot in London--A vast Field of Story 16
CHAPTER II.
TEMPLE BAR.
Temple Bar--The Golgotha of English Traitors--When Temple Bar was made
of Wood--Historical Pageants at Temple Bar--The Associations of Temple
Bar--Mischievous Processions through Temple Bar--The First Grim
Trophy--Rye-House Plot Conspirators 22
CHAPTER III.
FLEET STREET:--GENERAL INTRODUCTION.
Frays in Fleet Street--Chaucer and the Friar--The Duchess of Gloucester
doing Penance for Witchcraft--Riots between Law Students and
Citizens--'Prentice Riots--Oates in the Pillory--Entertainments in Fleet
Street--Shop Signs--Burning the Boot--Trial of Hardy--Queen Caroline's
Funeral 32
CHAPTER IV.
FLEET STREET (_continued_).
Dr. Johnson in Ambuscade at Temple Bar--The First Child--Dryden and
Black Will--Rupert's Jewels--Telson's Bank--The Apollo Club at the
"Devil"--"Old Sir Simon the King"--"Mull Sack"--Dr. Johnson's Supper to
Mrs. Lennox--Will Waterproof at the "Cock"--The Duel at "Dick's Coffee
House"--Lintot's Shop--Pope and Warburton--Lamb and the _Albion_--The
Palace of Cardinal Wolsey--Mrs. Salmon's Waxwork--Isaak Walton--Praed's
Bank--Murray and Byron--St. Dunstan's--Fleet Street Printers--Hoare's
Bank and the "Golden Bottle"--The Real and Spurious "Mitre"--Hone's
Trial--Cobbett's Shop--"Peele's Coffee House" 35
CHAPTER V.
FLEET STREET (_continued_).
The "Green Dragon"--Tompion and Pinchbeck--The _Record_--St. Bride's and
its Memories--_Punch_ and his Contributors--The _Dispatch_--The _Daily
Telegraph_--The "Globe Tavern" and Goldsmith--The _Morning
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OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
_An Illustrated Magazine_
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
VOL. I. JANUARY, 1865. NO. I.
HUM, THE SON OF BUZ.
At Rye Beach, during our summer's vacation, there came, as there always
will to seaside visitors, two or three cold, chilly, rainy days,--days
when the skies that long had not rained a drop seemed suddenly to
bethink themselves of their remissness, and to pour down water, not by
drops, but by pailfuls. The chilly wind blew and whistled, the water
dashed along the ground, and careered in foamy rills along the roadside,
and the bushes bent beneath the constant flood. It was plain that there
was to be no sea-bathing on such a day, no walks, no rides; and so,
shivering and drawing our blanket-shawls close about us, we sat down to
the window to watch the storm outside. The rose-bushes under the window
hung dripping under their load of moisture, each spray shedding a
constant shower on the spray below it. On one of these lower sprays,
under the perpetual drip, what should we see but a poor little
humming-bird, drawn up into the tiniest shivering ball, and clinging
with a desperate grasp to his uncomfortable perch. A humming-bird we
knew him to be at once, though his feathers were so matted and glued
down by the rain that he looked not much bigger than a honey-bee, and as
different as possible from the smart, pert, airy little character that
we had so often seen flirting with the flowers. He was evidently a
humming-bird in adversity, and whether he ever would hum again looked to
us exceedingly doubtful. Immediately, however, we sent out to have him
taken in. When the friendly hand seized him, he gave a little, faint,
watery squeak, evidently thinking that his last hour was come, and that
grim Death was about to carry him off to the land of dead birds. What a
time we had reviving him,--holding the little wet thing in the warm
hollow of our hands, and feeling him shiver and palpitate! His eyes were
fast closed; his tiny claws, which looked slender as cobwebs, were
knotted close to his body, and it was long before one could feel the
least motion in them. Finally, to our great joy, we felt a brisk little
kick, and then a flutter of wings, and then a determined peck of the
beak, which showed that there was some bird left in him yet, and that he
meant at any rate to find out where he was.
Unclosing our hands a small space, out popped the little head with a
pair of round brilliant eyes. Then we bethought ourselves of feeding
him, and forthwith prepared him a stiff glass of sugar and water, a drop
of which we held to his bill. After turning his head attentively, like a
bird who knew what he was about and didn't mean to be chaffed, he
briskly put out a long, flexible tongue, slightly forked at the end, and
licked off the comfortable beverage with great relish. Immediately he
was pronounced out of danger by the small humane society which had
undertaken the charge of his restoration, and we began to cast about for
getting him a settled establishment in our apartment. I gave up my
work-box to him for a sleeping-room, and it was medically ordered that
he should take a nap. So we filled the box with cotton, and he was
formally put to bed with a folded cambric handkerchief round his neck,
to keep him from beating his wings. Out of his white wrappings he looked
forth green and grave as any judge with his bright round eyes. Like a
bird of discretion, he seemed to understand what was being done to him,
and resigned himself sensibly to go to sleep.
The box was covered with a sheet of paper perforated with holes for
purposes of ventilation; for even humming-birds have a little pair of
lungs, and need their own little portion of air to fill them, so that
they may make bright scarlet little drops of blood to keep life's fire
burning in their tiny bodies. Our bird's lungs manufactured brilliant
blood, as we found out by experience; for in his first nap he contrived
to nestle himself into the cotton of which his bed was made, and to get
more of it than he needed into his long bill. We pulled it out as
carefully as we could, but there came out of his bill two round, bright,
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By Joel Chandler Harris.
NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS. Myths and Legends of the Old
Plantation. Illustrated. 12mo, $1.50; paper, 50 cents.
MINGO, and other Sketches in Black and White. 16mo, $1.25;
paper, 50 cents.
BALAAM AND HIS MASTER, and other Sketches and Stories. 16mo,
$1.25.
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
BOSTON AND NEW YORK.
BALAAM AND HIS MASTER
_AND OTHER SKETCHES AND
STORIES_
BY
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
AUTHOR OF “UNCLE REMUS, HIS SONGS AND HIS SAYINGS,” “FREE
JOE,” “DADDY JAKE, THE RUNAWAY,” ETC.
[Illustration]
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1891
Copyright, 1891,
BY JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
_All rights reserved._
_The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A._
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
BALAAM AND HIS MASTER 7
A CONSCRIPT’S CHRISTMAS 45
ANANIAS 112
WHERE’S DUNCAN? 149
MOM BI 170
THE OLD BASCOM PLACE 192
BALAAM AND HIS MASTER.
What fantastic tricks are played by fate or circumstance! Here is a
horrible war that shall redeem a nation, that shall restore civilization,
that shall establish Christianity. Here is a university of slavery that
shall lead the savage to citizenship. Here is a conflagration that
shall rebuild a city. Here is the stroke of a pen that shall change the
destinies of many peoples. Here is the bundle of fagots that shall light
the fires of liberty. As in great things, so in small. Tragedy drags
comedy across the stage, and hard upon the heels of the hero tread the
heavy villain and the painted clown.
What a preface to write before the name of Billville!
Years ago, when one of the ex-Virginian pioneers who had settled in
Wilkes County, in the State of Georgia, concluded to try his fortune
farther west, he found himself, after a tedious journey of a dozen days,
in the midst of a little settlement in middle Georgia. His wagons
and his <DW64>s were at once surrounded by a crowd of curious but
good-humored men and a swarm of tow-headed children.
“What is your name?” he asked one of the group.
“Bill Jones.”
“And yours?” turning to another.
“Bill Satterlee.”
The group was not a large one, but in addition to Jones and Satterlee,
as the newcomer was informed, Bill Ware, Bill Cosby, Bill Pinkerton,
Bill Pearson, Bill Johnson, Bill Thurman, Bill Jessup, and Bill Prior
were there present, and ready to answer to their names. In short, fate
or circumstance had played one of its fantastic pranks in this isolated
community, and every male member of the settlement, with the exception of
Laban Davis, who was small and puny-looking, bore the name of Bill.
“Well,” said the pioneer, who was not without humor, “I’ll pitch my tent
in Billville. My name is Bill Cozart.”
This is how Billville got its name—a name that has clung to it through
thick and thin. A justifiable but futile attempt was made during the
war to change the name of the town to Panola, but it is still called
Billville, much to the disappointment of those citizens who have drawn
both pride and prosperity in the lottery of life.
It was a fortunate day for Billville when Mr. William Cozart, almost by
accident, planted his family tree in the soil of the settlement. He was a
man of affairs, and at once became the leading citizen of the place. His
energy and public spirit, which had room for development here, appeared
to be contagious. He bought hundreds of acres of land, in the old
Virginia fashion, and made for himself a home as comfortable as it was
costly. His busy and unselfish life was an example for his neighbors to
follow, and when he died the memory of it was a precious heritage to his
children.
Meanwhile Billville, stirred into action by his influence, grew into a
thrifty village, and then into a flourishing town; but through all the
changes the Cozarts remained the leading family, socially, politically,
and financially. But one day in the thirties Berrien Cozart was born, and
the wind that blew aside the rich lace of his cradle must have been an
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THE
DIPLOMATIC CORRESPONDENCE
OF THE
AMERICAN REVOLUTION.
VOL. IV.
THE
DIPLOMATIC CORRESPONDENCE
OF THE
AMERICAN REVOLUTION;
BEING
THE LETTERS OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, SILAS DEANE, JOHN
ADAMS, JOHN JAY, ARTHUR LEE, WILLIAM LEE, RALPH
IZARD, FRANCIS DANA, WILLIAM CARMICHAEL, HENRY
LAURENS, JOHN LAURENS, M. DE LAFAYETTE, M.
DUMAS, AND OTHERS, CONCERNING THE FOREIGN
RELATIONS OF THE UNITED STATES DURING
THE WHOLE REVOLUTION;
TOGETHER WITH
THE LETTERS IN REPLY FROM THE SECRET COMMITTEE OF
CONGRESS, AND THE SECRETARY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS.
ALSO,
THE ENTIRE CORRESPONDENCE OF THE FRENCH MINISTERS,
GERARD AND LUZERNE, WITH CONGRESS.
Published under the Direction of the President of the United States, from
the original Manuscripts in the Department of State, conformably
to a Resolution of Congress, of March 27th, 1818.
EDITED
BY JARED SPARKS.
VOL. IV.
BOSTON:
NATHAN HALE AND GRAY & BOWEN;
G. & C. &. H. CARVILL, NEW YORK; P. THOMPSON, WASHINGTON.
1829.
HALE'S STEAM PRESS.
No. 6 Suffolk Buildings, Congress Street, Boston.
CONTENTS OF THE FOURTH VOLUME.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN'S CORRESPONDENCE, CONTINUED.
Page.
Count de Vergennes to B. Franklin. Versailles,
August 23d, 1782, 3
Expresses a wish to promote the commerce between
France and America.
Thomas Townshend to Richard Oswald. Whitehall,
September 1st, 1782, 4
The King is ready to treat with the Commissioners
on the footing of unconditional independence.
To Robert R. Livingston. Passy, Sept. 3d, 1782, 4
Allowance made to his grandson for various public services.--
Submits his own account to the disposal of Congress.--Encloses
letters (inserted in the note) from Mr Jay and Mr Laurens,
expressing their regard for his grandson.
To John Jay. Passy, September 4th, 1782, 9
Mr Oswald's courier arrives, with directions to acknowledge
the independence of America.
Robert R. Livingston to B. Franklin. Philadelphia,
September 5th, 1782, 10
Complains of want of information from Europe.--Movements
of the British troops in the south.--Importance
of the West India trade to the United
States.--Right of the States to cut logwood.
Richard Oswald to B. Franklin. Paris, September
5th, 1782, 15
Enclosing an extract from a letter of the Secretary of
State, regarding the negotiation.
To Richard Oswald. Passy, Sept. 8th, 1782, 15
Requesting a copy of the fourth article of his instructions,
given in the note.
To Earl Grantham. Passy, Sept. 11th, 1782, 16
Prospect of peace.
Robert R. Livingston to B. Franklin. Philadelphia,
September 12th, 1782, 17
Presenting Mr Paine's work addressed to the Abbe
Raynal.
Robert R. Livingston to B. Franklin. Philadelphia,
September 12th, 1782, 18
Necessity of further supplies of money.
To David Hartley. Passy, September 17th, 1782, 18
The preliminaries formerly received, inadmissible.
Robert R. Livingston to B. Franklin. Philadelphia,
September 18th, 1782, 19
Congress declines accepting Mr Laurens's resignation;
alters Dr Franklin's powers.
Mr Secretary Townshend to Richard Oswald.
Whitehall, September 20th, 1782, 20
The commission passing with the change proposed by
the American Commissioners.
Richard Oswald to B. Franklin. Paris, September
24th, 1782, 21
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Transcriber's Notes.
Where no illustration caption appeared below the image, the
corresponding wording from the list of illustrations has been included
as a caption.
Italics are surrounded with _ _. The oe ligature has been replaced
in this version by the letters oe. Some words have been represented
in the print version as the first three letters of the word followed
by the last letter as a superscript and with a dot underneath. The
superscripted letters have been represented in this version as ^[.x].
On p. 59 of the original book, a presumed printer's error has been
corrected:
"She seems 'em now!" (as printed in the original) has been changed to
"She sees 'em now!" (in this version)
On p. 201, the date 1543 has been changed to 1534. This can be fairly
presumed to be the intended date based on historical occurrences
referred to and based on the continuity of entries.
THE
HOUSEHOLD OF
SIR THO^[.S] MORE
By the same Author
_In crown 8vo, cloth, gilt top, 6s._
Illustrated by JOHN JELLICOE and HERBERT RAILTON
The Old Chelsea Bun-Shop:
A Tale of the Last Century
Cherry & Violet:
A Tale of the Great Plague
The Maiden and Married Life of Mary
Powell, afterwards Mrs. Milton
_The many other interesting works of this author will be published from
time to time uniformly with the above._
[Illustration:
The Household of
SIR THO^[.S] MORE
_Illvstrations by_ John Jellicoe &
Herbert Railton
_Introdvction by_ The Rev^[.d] W. H. Hutton
LONDON
John C. NIMMO
MDCCCXCIX
]
[Illustration: LIBELLUS A MARGARETA MORE QVINDECIM ANNOS NATA CHELSELAE
INCEPTVS
_Nvlla dies sine linea_ ]
[Illustration: "Anon we sit down to rest and talk"]
THE
HOUSEHOLD OF
SIR THO^[.S] MORE
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
THE REV. W. H. HUTTON, B.D.
FELLOW OF S. JOHN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD
AND TWENTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS
BY JOHN JELLICOE AND
HERBERT RAILTON
LONDON
JOHN C. NIMMO
NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
MDCCCXCIX
Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO.
At the Ballantyne Press
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
_From Drawings by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON.
"ANON WE SIT DOWN TO REST AND TALK."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _Frontispiece_
PAGE
TITLE-PAGE.
_Designed by_ HERBERT RAILTON iii
MOTTO OF MARGARET MORE.
_Designed by_ HERBERT RAILTON iv
SIR THOMAS MORE'S HOUSE.
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON 1
ERASMUS AND THE PEACOCKS.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _To face_ 6
JACK AND CECY.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 26
MORE IN THE BARROW.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 38
MARGARET IN THE TREE.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _To face_ 44
"I NOTICED ARGUS PEARCHT."
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 52
GAMMER GURNEY.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 58
MORE READING WYNKYN DE WORDE.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 70
THE JEW.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 76
THE CARDINAL'S PROCESSION.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 87
"I FELL INTO DISGRACE FOR HOLDING SPEECH
WITH MERCY OVER THE PALES."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 110
"LORD SANDS SANG US A NEW BALLAD."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 120
"THE KING WAS HERE YESTERDAY."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 142
"SHE COMETH HITHER FROM HEVER CASTLE."
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 148
THE BEGGAR-WOMAN'S DOG.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 161
IN THE GARDEN.
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON 165
"AND SAYTH, LOW BOWING AS HE SPOKE, 'MADAM,
MY LORD IS GONE.'"
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 172
"IN COMETH A PURSUIVANT."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 203
THE STAIRS.
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON 210
"HIS FEARLESSE PASSAGE THROUGH THE TRAITOR'S
GATE."
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _and_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 220
GILLIAN AND THE FLOUR SACKS.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE 237
MORE RETURNING FROM HIS TRIAL.
_Drawn by_ JOHN JELLICOE _To face_ 258
"NOR LOOKT I UP TILL ANEATH THE BRIDGE-GATE."
_Drawn by_ HERBERT RAILTON _To face_ 262
Introduction
It is not always from the closest and most accurate historian that
we receive the truest picture of an age or of a character. The
artist gives a more real picture than the photographer; and it needs
imagination and sympathy, as well as labour and research, to make a
hero of old time live again to-day. The minutest investigation will
hardly better the vivid reality of Scott's James I. or Charles II.,
or portray more truly than Mr. Shorthouse has done the fragile yet
fascinating personality of Charles I. Yet to say this is not to
undervalue history or to contemn the labour of true students. Rather,
without their aid we cannot rightly see the past at all: it comes to us
only with the distortions of our own prejudice and our narrow modern
outlook. We need both the work of the scholar and the imagination of
the artist. Without the first we could not behold the past, without the
second we could not understand it.
In religion, in politics, in art, in all that makes life beautiful and
men true, we must know the past if we would use the present or provide
for the future. And our knowledge is barren indeed if it does not touch
the intimacies of human existence. What we must know is how men lived
and thought, not merely how they acted. We must see them in the home,
and not only in the senate or the field. It is thus that the Letters
of Erasmus, or Luther's Table Talk, are worth a ton of Sleidan's
dreary commentaries or Calvin's systematic theology. And yet we cannot
dispense with either. We must study past ages as a whole, and then
bring the imagination of the artist and the poet to show us the truth
and the passion that lies nearest to their heart. It is thus, then, in
history that the imaginary portrait has its valued place.
Saturated with contemporary literature, yet alive to the influences
of a wider life, the student who is also an artist turns to a great
movement, and with the touch of genius fixes the true impression of its
soul in poetry, on canvas, or in prose. Such was the work of Walter
Pater. He taught us, through the delicate study of a secondary but most
alluring painter, to "understand to how great a place in human culture
the art of Italy had been called." In his picture of a great scholar
and a beautiful, pathetic, childlike soul, he showed the fascination
of that priceless truth--that what men have thought and done, that what
has interested and charmed them, can never wholly die--"no language
they have spoken, nor oracle beside which they have hushed their
voices, no dream which has once been entertained by actual human minds,
nothing about which they have ever been passionate or expended time and
zeal."
And more. He taught us not only how to understand the past,
but he showed us how it understood itself. "A Prince of Court
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THE WORKS OF KATHLEEN NORRIS
POOR, DEAR MARGARET KIRBY AND OTHER STORIES
VOLUME III
This book is Jim's,--this page shall bear
Its witness to my love for him.
Best of small brothers anywhere,
Who would not do as much for Jim?
CONTENTS
POOR, DEAR MARGARET KIRBY
BRIDGING THE YEARS
THE TIDE-MARSH
WHAT HAPPENED TO ALANNA
THE FRIENDSHIP OF ALANNA
"S IS FOR SHIFTLESS SUSANNA"
THE LAST CAROLAN
MAKING ALLOWANCES FOR MAMMA
THE MEASURE OF MARGARET COPPERED
MISS MIX, KIDNAPPER
SHANDON WATERS
GAYLEY THE TROUBADOUR
DR. BATES AND MISS SALLY
THE GAY DECEIVER
THE RAINBOW'S END
ROSEMARY'S STEPMOTHER
AUSTIN'S GIRL
RISING WATER
POOR, DEAR MARGARET KIRBY
I
"You and I have been married nearly seven years," Margaret Kirby
reflected bitterly, "and I suppose we are as near hating each other as
two civilized people ever were!"
She did not say it aloud. The Kirbys had long ago given up any
discussion of their attitude to each other. But as the thought came
into her mind she eyed her husband--lounging moodily in her motor-car,
as they swept home through the winter twilight--with hopeless, mutinous
irritation.
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THE LIBRARY
OF
FOREIGN ROMANCE,
And Nobel Newspaper:
COMPRISING
STANDARD ENGLISH WORKS OF FICTION,
AND
ORIGINAL TRANSLATIONS
FROM THE MOST CELEBRATED CONTINENTAL AUTHORS.
* * *
Vol. VII.
CONTAINING
THE CHILDHOOD OF KING ERIK MENVED.
An Historical Romance.
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH OF
B. S. INGEMANN.
* * * * *
LONDON:
BRUCE AND WYLD, 84, FARRINGDON STREET.
1846.
THE CHILDHOOD
OF
KING ERIK MENVED.
An Historical Romance.
BY B. S. INGEMANN.
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH,
BY J. KESSON.
LONDON:
BRUCE AND WYLD, 84, FARRINGDON STREET.
1846.
TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
The author has given no preface to this romance; and the translator
would be contented to follow his example, had the author already
enjoyed an English celebrity, or could the name of his translator of
itself suffice to recommend his work to the English public.
But the names of Danish writers are comparatively little known in
England, and the literature and language of Denmark have not here
received that degree of attention which they so justly merit. While the
names of the poets and novelists of France and Germany are familiar to
a numerous section of the reading public, they have yet, in a great
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The Crime of the French Cafe
Nick Carter's Ghost Story
The Mystery of St. Agnes' Hospital
_THREE COMPLETE STORIES OF THE EXPLOITS OF
NICHOLAS CARTER, AMERICA'S GREATEST DETECTIVE_
THE CRIME OF THE FRENCH CAFE.
CHAPTER I.
PRIVATE DINING-ROOM "B."
There is a well-known French restaurant in the "Tenderloin" district
which provides its patrons with small but elegantly appointed private
dining-rooms.
The restaurant occupies a corner house; and, though its reputation is
not strictly first-class in some respects, its cook is an artist, and
its wine cellar as good as the best.
It has two entrances, and the one on the side street is not well lighted
at night.
At half-past seven o'clock one evening Nick Carter was standing about
fifty yards from this side door.
The detective had shadowed a man to a house on the side street, and was
waiting for him to come out.
The case was a robbery of no great importance, but Nick had taken it to
oblige a personal friend, who wished to have the business managed
quietly. This affair would not be worth mentioning, except that it led
Nick to one of the most peculiar and interesting criminal puzzles that
he had ever come across in all his varied experience.
While Nick waited for his man he saw a closed carriage stop before the
side door of the restaurant.
Almost immediately a waiter, bare-headed and wearing his white apron,
came hurriedly out of the side door and got into the carriage, which
instantly moved away at a rapid rate.
This incident struck Nick as being very peculiar. The waiter had acted
like a man who was running away.
As he crossed the sidewalk he glanced hastily from side to side, as if
afraid of being seen, and perhaps stopped.
It looked as if the waiter might have robbed one of the restaurant's
patrons, or possibly its proprietor. If Nick had had no business on his
hands he would have followed that carriage.
As it happened, however, the man for whom the detective was watching
appeared at that moment.
Nick was obliged to follow him, but he knew that he would not have to go
far, for Chick was waiting on Sixth avenue, and it was in that direction
that the thief turned.
So it happened that within ten minutes Nick was able to turn this case
over to his famous assistant, and return to clear up the mystery of the
queer incident which he had chanced to observe.
Nick would not have been surprised to find the restaurant in an uproar,
but it was as quiet as usual. He entered by the side door, ascended a
flight of stairs, and came to a sort of office with a desk and a
register.
It was the custom of the place that guests should put down their names
as in a hotel before being assigned to a private dining-room.
There was nobody in sight.
The hall led toward the front of the building, and there were three
rooms on the side of it toward the street.
All the doors were open and the rooms were empty. Nick glanced into
these rooms, and then turned toward the desk. As he did so he saw a
waiter coming down the stairs from the floor above.
This man was known by the name of Gaspard. He was the head waiter, and
was on duty in the lower hall.
"Ah, Gaspard," said Nick, "who's your waiter on this floor to-night?"
Gaspard looked at Nick anxiously. He did not, of course, know who the
detective really was, but he remembered him as one who had assisted the
police in a case in which that house had been concerned about two years
before.
"Jean Corbut," replied Gaspard. "I hope nothing is wrong."
"That remains to be seen," said Nick. "What sort of a man is this
Corbut?"
"A little man," answered Gaspard, "and very thin. He has long, black
hair, and mustaches pointed like two needles."
"Have you sent him out for anything?"
"Oh, no; he is here."
"Where?"
"In one of the rooms at the front. We have parties in A and B."
"You go and find him," said Nick. "I want to see him right away."
Gaspard went to the front of the house. A hall branched off at right
angles with that in which Nick was standing. On the second hall were
three rooms, A, B and C.
Room C was next the avenue. The other two had windows on an open space
between two wings of the building. Nick glanced at the register, and saw
that "R.M. Clark and wife" had been assigned to room A, and "John Jones
and wife" to room B. Room C was vacant.
The detective had barely time to note these entries on the book when
Gaspard came running back.
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THE WHISTLER BOOK
WORKS OF SADAKICHI HARTMANN
Shakespeare in Art $2.00
Japanese Art 2.00
The Whistler Book 2.50
A History of American Art 2 vols. 4.00
L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
53 BEACON ST., BOSTON, MASS.
[Illustration: _James McNeill Whistler From the painting by Boldini_]
The
Whistler Book
_A Monograph of the Life and Position in Art of James McNeill Whistler,
together with a Careful Study of his more Important Works_
BY
SADAKICHI HARTMANN
Author of "A History of American Art," "Japanese Art," etc.
With fifty-seven reproductions of Mr. Whistler's most important works
L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
BOSTON * * * MDCCCCX
_Copyright_, _1910_,
BY L. C. PAGE & COMPANY.
(INCORPORATED)
Entered at Stationer's Hall, London
* * * * *
_All rights reserved_
First Impression, October, 1910
_Electrotyped and Printed by_
_THE COLONIAL PRESS_
_C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U.S.A._
TO
THOSE PAINTERS
UPON WHOSE SHOULDERS
THE BLACK MANTLE OF
WHISTLER'S MUSE
MAY FALL
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Introductory--White Chrysanthemums 1
II. Quartier Latin and Chelsea 6
III. The Butterfly 39
IV. The Art of Omission 58
V. On Light and Tone Problems 81
VI. Symphonies in Interior Decoration 100
VII. Visions and Identifications 121
VIII. In Quest of Line Expression 147
IX. Moss-like Gradations 168
X. Whistler's Iconoclasm 182
XI. As His Friends Knew Him 209
XII. The Story of the Beautiful 233
Bibliography 253
Principal Magazine Articles 259
Principal Paintings 262
Nocturnes 265
Index 267
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
Portrait of James McNeill Whistler, by Boldini
(_See page 230_) _Frontispiece_
The Self Portrait of 1859 8
Pen and Ink Sketch, Made at West Point 11
Drawing Made for the United States Coast and
Geodetic Survey 12
Portrait Sketch of Fantin-Latour 14
"Hommage à Delacroix," by Fantin-Latour 17
The Woman in White 19
_Owned by John H. Whittemore._
Arrangement in Black: F. R. Leyland 22
_National Gallery, Washington._
Jo (Etching) 28
Wapping Wharf (Etching) 36
Harmony in Green and Rose: The Music Room 44
_Owned by Frank J. Hecker._
Lange Leizen of the Six Marks: Purple and Rose 49
_Owned by John G. Johnson._
The Princess of the Porcelain Land 50
_National Gallery, Washington._
Symphony in White, II: The Little White Girl 53
_Owned by Arthur Studd._
On the Balcony: Variations in Flesh-colour and Green 54
_National Gallery, Washington._
Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket 58
_Owned by Mrs. Samuel Untermyer._
Nocturne in Blue and Gold: Old Battersea Bridge 67
_Tate Gallery, London._
Nocturne in Gray and Gold: Chelsea, Snow 70
Nocturne in Blue and Silver 74
Lady in Gray 83
_Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum, New York._
"L'Andalusienne" 86
_Owned by John H. Whittemore._
Sir Henry Irving as Philip II 90
_Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum, New York._
Arrangement in Black and White: Lady Meux (No. 1) 94
Arrangement in Black: Senor Pablo Sarasate 97
_Carnegie Art Institute, Pittsburg._
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THE IRISH PENNY JOURNAL.
NUMBER 6. SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 1840. VOLUME I.
[Illustration: THE RED MEN OF AMERICA.--FIRST ARTICLE.]
It is a melancholy truth that this most interesting portion of the human
race is rapidly disappearing from the surface of the earth. War, its
murderous effects centupled by the destructive weapons acquired from the
white man--disease in new and terrible forms, to the treatment of which
their simple skill, and materia medica, equally simple, are wholly
incompetent--famine, the consequence of their sadly changed habits, of the
intemperance and wastefulness, substituted by the insidious arts of the
trader for the moderation and foresight of their happier fathers--the
vices, in short, and the encroachments of civilization, all and each in
its turn are blotting out tribe after tribe from the records of humanity;
and the time is fast approaching when no Red man will remain, to guard or
to mourn over the tombs of his fathers.
The conviction of this truth is become so deeply felt, that more than one
effort has been made, and is making, to preserve some memento of this
ill-treated people. We are not so much raising our own feeble voice in the
service, as attempting a record of what others have done; but so much has
been effected, and so zealous have been the exertions made to rescue the
memory, at least, of these dying nations from oblivion, that the space we
have assigned to this notice will be taken up long before our materials
are exhausted. The accuracy of the facts and statements we shall lay
before our readers may in every case be relied on.
Among the most devoted and persevering explorers of the Red man’s
territory, is one from whose authority, and indeed from whose very lips,
in many instances, we derive a great portion of the circumstances we are
about to describe--we allude to the celebrated George Catlin, whose abode
of seven years among the least known of their tribes, and whose earnest
enthusiasm in the task of inquiry which formed the sole object of his
visit, together with his entire success in the pursuit, have constituted
him the very first authority of the day. We have, besides, consulted all
the writers on this now engrossing subject, but in most cases have
afterwards taken the highly competent opinion just quoted, as to the
accuracy of their descriptions--an opinion that has always been given with
evident care and consideration.
Mr Catlin has painted with his own hand, and from the life, no less than
three hundred and ten portraits of chiefs, warriors, and other
distinguished individuals of the various tribes (forty-eight in number)
among whom he sojourned, with two hundred landscapes and other paintings
descriptive of their country, their villages, religious ceremonies,
customs, sports, and whatever else was most characteristic of Indian life
in its primitive state; he has likewise collected numerous specimens of
dresses, some fringed and garnished with scalp-locks from their enemies’
heads; mantles and robes, on which are painted, in rude hieroglyphics, the
battles and other prominent events of their owners’ lives; head-dresses,
formed of the raven’s and war-eagle’s feathers, the effect of which is
strikingly warlike and imposing; spears, shields, war clubs, bows, musical
instruments, domestic utensils, belts, pouches, necklaces of bears’ claws,
mocassins, strings of wampum, tobacco sacks; all, in short, that could in
any way exemplify the habits and customs of the people whose memory he
desired to perpetuate, have been brought together, at great cost and some
hazard to life, by this indefatigable explorer--the whole forming a museum
of surpassing interest, and which is daily attracting the people of London
to the gallery wherein it is exhibited.
The most important of the North American tribes are the Camanchees,
inhabiting the western parts of Texas, and numbering from 25,000 to 30,000
expert horsemen and bold lancers, but excessively wild, and continually at
war; the Pawnee-Picts, neighbours to and in league with the Camanchees;
the Kiowas, also in alliance with the two warlike tribes above named, whom
they join alike in the battle or chase; the Sioux, numbering no less than
40,000, and inhabiting a vast tract on the upper waters of the Mississippi
and Missouri rivers. Next come the Pawnees, a tribe totally distinct both
in language and customs from the Pawnee-Picts, whose hunting-grounds are a
thousand miles distant from those of the Pawnees; this wild and very
warlike tribe shave the head with the exception of the scalp-lock (which
they would hold it cowardly and most unjust to their enemy to remove), as
do the Osages, the Konzas, &c. The Pawnees lost half their numbers by
small-pox in 1823, but are still very numerous; their seats are on the
river Platte, from the Missouri to the Rocky Mountains.
The Blackfeet, the Crows (their inveterate enemies), the Crees, the
Assinneboins, occupying the country from the mouth of the Yellow Stone
River to Lake Winnipeg, the Ojibbeways or Chippeways, holding the southern
shores of Lake Superior, the Lake of the Woods, and the Athabasca; the
Flatheads, on the head-waters of the Columbia; and the Cherokees, removed
from Georgia to the upper waters of the Arkansas, are also important
tribes; as are the Muskogee or Creek Indians, recently transplanted from
Georgia and Alabama to the Arkansas, seven hundred miles west of the
Mississippi.
The Seminolees are also in process of removal to the Arkansas, as are the
Enchees, once a powerful tribe, but now merging into the above, and with
them forming one people. Most of these tribes, as well as others that we
have not room even to specify, have been reduced, by the different
scourges before alluded to, in a manner frightful to contemplate. The
Delawares, for example, have lost 10,000 by small-pox alone; and from a
large and numerous tribe, now reckon 824 souls only! The Senecas, Oneidas
and Tuskaroras, once forming part of that great compact known as the “Six
Nations,” are now a mere name. The Kaskaskias, the Peorias, and the
Piankeshaws, have fallen victims to the practice of drinking spirits, and
to the diseases this fearful habit engenders, so that all are now reduced
to a few individuals. Some tribes are totally extinguished;--as, for
example the hospitable and friendly Mandans, of whom even the traders
themselves report that no one of them was ever known to destroy a white
man. These afford a melancholy instance of the rapidity with which the
extermination before alluded to is effected. In the year 1834, when Mr
Catlin visited these warlike and spirited, yet kindly dwellers of the
woods, their number was 2000; three years after, they were infected by the
traders with small-pox; and this, with certain suicides committed by
individuals who could not survive the loss of all they loved, destroyed
the whole tribe, some forty excepted, who were afterwards cut off by their
enemies of a neighbouring tribe, so that at this moment not a Mandan
exists over the whole wide continent, where, before the baleful appearance
of the white man, his free ancestors ranged so happily.
This is bad, but a still more melancholy element of decay is the habit of
drinking spirituous liquors, which is daily gaining ground among these
hapless Americans; this produces an amount of crime and suffering that,
even in our own country, could find no parallel; not only is the excitable
nature of the Red man stirred to actual madness by these atrocious
poisons; but because, unlike his brother of civilized countries, he
depends on his own unassisted physical powers for the most immediate and
pressing wants of life--no grazier or butcher, no miller or baker, has
_he_ to provide for a time against improvidence on his part; from no
accommodating “shop” can _his_ wife gain credit for the moment--his family
starves at once if his own resources are destroyed; and an eloquent writer
of the day has well remarked, that “it is dreadful to reflect on the
situation of a poor Indian hunter, when he finds, he knows not why, that
his limbs are daily failing him in the chase, that his arrow ceases to go
straight to the mark, and that his nerves tremble before the wild animals
it was but lately his pride to encounter.” We have been furnished by
intelligent eye-witnesses with fearful instances of wrong and outrage
committed by the unhappy Indians on each other while under the influence
of the poison which we Christians--ah, woe for the profanation!--have
bestowed on our Red brothers; but our limits do not permit their
insertion.
We call the native American, “Indian,” in compliance with established
custom; but there is no propriety in the term as applied to these people,
who call themselves “Red men,” and nothing else. They are for the most
part of robust make and of fair average size, except the Esquimaux
inhabitants of the extreme north, who are dwarfish, and the Abipones,
natives of the southern extremity of this vast continent, who are of great
height; they have prominent features, high cheek-bones, and small deeply
set black eyes; their complexion is a cinnamon colour, varying in its
shades, and esteemed handsome among themselves in proportion as it is
dark, but with a clear, warm, coppery hue, which last they esteem an
evidence of the divine favour, for they believe that the Great Spirit
loved his Red children better than their white brethren, and so breathed a
more vivid life into their veins; a distinction of which the visible sign
is the glowing complexion we have alluded to.
The meaner vices are held in especial contempt among the yet
uncontaminated Indians: slanderers, cowards, liars, _misers_, and
_debtors_ who refuse to pay when the means are in their power, are shunned
as persons in whose society no respectable man should be seen. On the
subject of debt, in particular, Indian notions differ widely from ours.
Should his debtor be unable to meet his engagements in consequence of
illness or want of success in the chase, he scrupulously conceals the
inconvenience this may occasion, and is careful never to name debt in the
defaulter’s presence.
But, on the other hand, should the inability of the debtor proceed from
indolence or intemperance, or should he be indisposed to pay when his
means permit, he is then characterised as a “bad man”--his friends
gradually abandon him, he becomes an object of public contempt, and
nothing could after this induce his creditor to accept from him even his
just demand. He is no longer _permitted_ to pay; he has forfeited the
privilege of the upright man, and must remain in the contempt into which
he has sunk; but such instances, it will be readily supposed, are
extremely rare.
Cowardice is not punished by loss of reputation alone in some tribes; as,
among the Kansas, if the coward be found incorrigible, he is destroyed.
Te-pa-gee was a young warrior of this tribe, who had been more than once
charged with this fatal defect. He returned on a certain occasion with his
brethren from an expedition that had been eminently successful, but in
which he had himself behaved disgracefully. The whole tribe, except those
who had lost relations, were engaged the next day in the usual rejoicings;
but Te-pa-gee, conscious that cold looks were upon him, had withdrawn from
the public ceremonials, and seated himself sullenly on the trunk of a tree
by the river side. Shortly after, the dances of the squaws and children
having led them into his neighbourhood, the great mass of the tribe were
again around him, when E-gron-ga-see, one of their wisest men and bravest
warriors, came forth from the festive group, and the sports being
suspended, he declared to the offender, in a voice audible to all, that
his cowardice had forfeited his life. Te-pa-gee instantly bared his
breast, and the avenger, drawing his knife from beneath his robe, plunged
it deep into the culprit’s bosom. Another warrior of equal authority then
addressed the people, expatiating on the necessity of punishing such
crimes as that committed by Te-pa-gee, who had meanwhile died before them
almost without a groan. This fact is related by an eye-witness, who does
not, however, tell us whether the unhappy man’s constancy in death did not
go far to convince his judges that his fault was rather a defect of nerve
than the absence of power to endure.
It is the custom of Indians at war with each other to imitate the cries of
various animals of the chase, for the purpose of luring unwary hunters
into an ambush. Three young warriors of the Ottawas being thus decoyed
into a wood, two of them were shot and scalped; the third ran for his
life, without discharging his piece, setting up the yell of defeat as he
ran. The men of his tribe were alarmed, and went instantly in pursuit of
the enemy, whom they could not overtake; but on their return, they fell in
with a hunting party of the same tribe, whom they fell upon by surprise
and scalped. The usual rejoicings of the women and children took place on
their return; they were seated under the shade of broad trees to smoke
with the old men, and Shembagah, the one who had escaped by running, went
towards them with looks congratulating their success; but no one deigned
him a look, or a word of notice, and he had scarcely got among them before
all rose and left, the place. This punishment was too great for him to
bear; he left his people without saying a word or taking leave of any one,
and was never more heard of, while the relater of this anecdote remained
with the tribe.
A girl of the Ottawas being taken prisoner by a party of the Kansas, was
adopted into the family of a Kansas chief, and soon afterwards betrothed
to his son, a youth named Moi-bee-she-ga, or the Sharp Knife. A few days
before the espousals were to be solemnised, it happened that a party of
the Mahaws came and fell upon the horses of the Kansas, which were grazing
in a neighbouring prairie, and which they succeeded in carrying off; they
were detected in the act by some Kansas women who were gathering wood, and
the warriors being apprised, set off in pursuit. The old chief, now laden
with many snows, was unable to accompany his warriors, whom Moi-bee-she-ga
ought to have headed, but this last chose to remain with his bride. This
so enraged his father, that he seized the arms which the recreant son
shrank from using, and destroyed them before his face, declaring that
Moi-bee-she-ga had become a squaw, and needed no arms. The Ottawa girl,
equally shocked by the dereliction of her lover, to whom she had been
warmly attached, refused to fulfil her engagement of marriage; and the
delinquent, abandoned on all hands, was driven in disgrace from his
people, and joined a party of the wandering Pawnees.
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PENELOPE'S EXPERIENCES IN SCOTLAND
Being extracts from the commonplace book of Penelope Hamilton
By Kate Douglas Wiggin
1913 Gay and Hancock edition
To G.C.R.
Contents.
Part First--In Town.
I. A Triangular Alliance.
II. Edina, Scotia's Darling Seat.
III. A Vision in Princes Street.
IV. Susanna Crum cudna say.
V. We emulate the Jackdaw.
VI. Edinburgh society, past and present.
VII. Francesca meets th' unconquer'd Scot.
VIII. 'What made th' Assembly shine?'.
IX. Omnia presbyteria est divisa in partes tres.
X. Mrs. M'Collop as a sermon-taster.
XI. Holyrood awakens.
XII. Farewell to Edinburgh.
XIII. The spell of Scotland.
Part Second--In the Country.
XIV. The wee theekit hoosie in the loaning.
XV. Jane Grieve and her grievances.
XVI. The path that led to Crummylowe.
XVII. Playing 'Sir Patrick Spens.'
XVIII. Paris comes to Pettybaw.
XIX. Fowk o' Fife.
XX. A Fifeshire tea-party.
XXI. International bickering.
XXII. Francesca entertains the green-eyed monster.
XXIII. Ballad revels at Rowardennan.
XXIV. Old songs and modern instances.
XXV. A treaty between nations.
XXVI. 'Scotland's burning! Look out!.'
XXVII. Three magpies and a marriage.
Chapter I. A Triangular Alliance.
'Edina, Scotia's Darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and towers!'
Edinburgh, April 189-.
22 Breadalbane Terrace.
We have travelled together before, Salemina, Francesca, and I, and we
know the very worst there is to know about one another. After this point
has been reached, it is as if a triangular marriage had taken place,
and, with the honeymoon comfortably over, we slip along in thoroughly
friendly fashion. I use no warmer word than'friendly' because, in the
first place, the highest tides of feeling do not visit the coasts of
triangular alliances; and because, in the second place, 'friendly' is
a word capable of putting to the blush many a more passionate and
endearing one.
Every one knows of our experiences in England, for we wrote volumes
of letters concerning them, the which were widely circulated among
our friends at the time, and read aloud under the evening lamps in the
several cities of our residence.
Since then few striking changes have taken place in our history.
Salemina returned to Boston for the winter, to find, to her amazement,
that for forty odd years she had been rather overestimating it.
On arriving in New York, Francesca discovered that the young lawyer whom
for six months she had been advising to marry somebody more worthy than
herself was at last about to do it. This was somewhat in the nature of
a shock, for Francesca had been in the habit, ever since she was
seventeen, of giving her lovers similar advice, and up to this time no
one of them has ever taken it. She therefore has had the not unnatural
hope, I think, of organising at one time or another all these
disappointed and faithful swains into a celibate brotherhood; and
perhaps of driving by the interesting monastery with her husband and
calling his attention modestly to the fact that these poor monks were
filling their barren lives with deeds of piety, trying to remember their
Creator with such assiduity that they might, in time, forget Her.
Her chagrin was all the keener at losing this last aspirant to her hand
in that she had almost persuaded herself that she was as fond of him as
she was likely to be of anybody, and that on the whole she had better
marry him and save his life and reason.
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MOTOR STORIES
THRILLING
ADVENTURE
MOTOR
FICTION
NO. 16
JUNE 12, 1909
FIVE
CENTS
MOTOR MATT'S
QUEST
_OR_ THREE CHUMS
IN STRANGE WATERS
_By THE AUTHOR OF "MOTOR MATT"_
[Illustration: _"HELUP, OR I VAS A GONER!" YELLED CARL,
LEAPING INTO THE WATER AS MOTOR MATT
MADE READY TO HURL THE HARPOON._]
_STREET & SMITH,
PUBLISHERS,
NEW YORK_
MOTOR STORIES
THRILLING ADVENTURE MOTOR FICTION
_Issued Weekly. By subscription $2.50 per year. Entered according to
Act of Congress in the year 1909, in the Office of the Librarian of
Congress, Washington, D. C., by_ STREET & SMITH, _79-89 Seventh Avenue,
New York, N. Y._
No. 16. NEW YORK, June 12, 1909. Price Five Cents.
Motor Matt's Quest;
OR,
THREE CHUMS IN STRANGE WATERS.
By the author of "MOTOR MATT."
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. IN THE DEPTHS.
CHAPTER II. OUT OF THE JAWS OF DEATH.
CHAPTER III. THE SEALED ORDERS.
CHAPTER IV. THE AMERICAN CONSUL.
CHAPTER V. MOTOR MATT'S FORBEARANCE.
CHAPTER VI. "ON THE JUMP."
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HAUNTINGS
FANTASTIC STORIES
VERNON LEE
1890
To _FLORA PRIESTLEY_ and _ARTHUR LEMON_
_Are Dedicated_
DIONEA, AMOUR DURE,
_and_ THESE PAGES OF INTRODUCTION AND APOLOGY.
_Preface_
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ROUND THE SOFA.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
“Mary Barton,” “Life of Charlotte Bronte,” &c. &c.
TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
SAMPSON LOW, SON & CO., 47 LUDGATE HILL.
1859.
LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET.
PREFACE.
Most of these Stories have already appeared in <i>Household Words</i>: one,
however, has never been published in England, and another has obtained
only a limited circulation.
ROUND THE SOFA.
Long ago I was placed by my parents under the medical treatment of a
certain Mr. Dawson, a surgeon in Edinburgh, who had obtained a
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chancel was empty_"]
THE
SUPPLY AT SAINT AGATHA'S
BY
ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS_
BY
E. BOYD SMITH AND MARCIA OAKES WOODBURY
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1896
Copyright, 1896,
BY ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD AND
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
_All rights reserved._
_The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A._
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
THE SUPPLY AT SAINT AGATHA'S.
At the crossing of the old avenue with the stream of present traffic,
in a city which, for obvious reasons, will not be identified by the
writer of these pages, there stood--and still stands--the Church of
Saint Agatha's.
The church is not without a history, chiefly such as fashion and sect
combine to record. It is an eminent church, with a stately date upon
its foundation stone, and a pew-list unsurpassed for certain qualities
among the worshipers of the Eastern States. Saint Agatha's has long
been distinguished for three things, its money, its music, and its
soundness.
When the tax-list of the town is printed in the daily papers once a
year, the wardens and the leading parishioners of Saint Agatha's stand
far upwards in the score, and their names are traced by slow, grimy
fingers of mechanics and strikers and socialists laboriously reading on
Saturday nights.
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BALZAC
BY
FREDERICK LAWTON
DEDICATED,
In remembrance of many pleasant and instructive
hours spent in his society, to the sculptor
AUGUSTE RODIN,
whose statue of Balzac, with its fine, synthetic
portraiture, first tempted the author to write
this book.
PASSY, PARIS, 1910.
PREFACE
Excusing himself for not undertaking to write a life of Balzac,
Monsieur Brunetiere, in his study of the novelist published
shortly before his death, refused somewhat disdainfully to admit
that acquaintance with a celebrated man's biography has
necessarily any value. "What do we know of the life of
Shakespeare?" he says, "and of the circumstances in which _Hamlet_
or _Othello_ was produced? If these circumstances were better
known to us, is it to be believed and will it be seriously
asserted that our admiration for one or the other play would be
augmented?" In penning this quirk, the eminent critic would seem
to have wilfully overlooked the fact that a writer's life may have
much or may have little to do with his works. In the case of
Shakespeare it was comparatively little--and yet we should be glad
to learn more of this little. In the case of Balzac it was much.
His novels are literally his life; and his life is quite as full
as his books of all that makes the good novel at once profitable
and agreeable to read. It is not too much to affirm that any one
who is acquainted with what is known to-day of the strangely
chequered career of the author of the _Comedie Humaine_ is in a
better position to understand and appreciate the different parts
which constitute it. Moreover, the steady rise of Balzac's
reputation, during the last fifty years, has been in some degree
owing to the various patient investigators who have gathered
information about him whom Taine pronounced to be, with
Shakespeare and Saint-Simon, the greatest storehouse of documents
we possess concerning human nature.
The following chapters are an attempt to put this information into
sequence and shape, and to insert such notice of the novels as
their relative importance requires. The author wishes here to
thank certain French publishers who have facilitated his task by
placing books for reference at his disposal, Messrs. Calmann-Levy,
Armand Colin, and Hetzel, in particular, and also the Curator of
the _Musee Balzac_, Monsieur de Royaumont who has rendered him
service on several occasions.
BALZAC
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION
The condition of French society in the early half of the nineteenth
century--the period covered by Balzac's novels--may be compared to
that of a people endeavouring to recover themselves after an
earthquake. Everything had been overthrown, or at least loosened from
its base--religion, laws, customs, traditions, castes. Nothing had
withstood the shock. When the upheaval finally ceased, there were
timid attempts to find out what had been spared and was susceptible of
being raised from the ruins. Gradually the process of selection went
on, portions of the ancient system of things being joined to the
larger modern creation. The two did not work in very well together,
however, and the edifice was far from stable.
During the Consulate and First Empire, the Emperor's will, so sternly
imposed, retarded any movement of natural reconstruction. Outside the
military organization, things were stiff and starched and solemn. High
and low were situated in circumstances that were different and
strange. The new soldier aristocracy reeked of the camp and
battle-field; the washer-woman, become a duchess, was ill at ease in
the Imperial drawing-room; while those who had thriven and amassed
wealth rapidly in trade were equally uncomfortable amidst the vulgar
luxury with which they surrounded themselves. Even the common people,
whether of capital or province, for whose benefit the Revolution had
been made, were silent and afraid. Of the ladies' _salons_--once
numerous and remarkable for their wit, good taste, and conversation--two
or three only subsisted, those of Mesdames de Beaumont, Recamier and de
Stael; and, since the last was regarded by Napoleon with an unfriendly
eye, its guests must have felt constrained.
At reunions, eating rather than talking was fashionable, and the
eating lacked its intimacy and privacy of the past. The lighter side
of life was seen more in restaurants, theatres, and fetes. It was
modish to dine at Frascati's, to drink ices at the Pavillon de
Hanovre, to go and admire the actors Talma, Picard, and Lemercier,
whose stage performance was better than many of the pieces they
interpreted. Fireworks could be enjoyed at the Tivoli Gardens; the
great concerts were the rage for a while, as also the practice for a
hostess to carry off her visitors after dinner for a promenade in the
Bois de Boulogne.
Literature was obstinately classical. After the daring flights of the
previous century, writers contented themselves with marking time.
Chenedolle, whose verse Madame de Stael said to be as lofty as
Lebanon, and whose fame is lilliputian to-day, was, with Ducis, the
representative of their advance-guard. In painting, with Fragonard,
Greuze and Gros, there was a greater stir of genius, yet without
anything corresponding in the sister art.
On the contrary, in the practical aspects of life there was large
activity, though Paris almost alone profited by it. Napoleon's
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POEMS
JOHN W. DRAPER
THE POET LORE COMPANY
BOSTON
Copyright, 1913, by John W. Draper
All Rights Reserved
THE GORHAM PRESS, BOSTON, U. S. A.
PREFACE
Most of the poems collected in this volume have already seen the light
of print in the _Colonnade_, the monthly publication of the Andiron Club
of New York University. The effort of the author has not been to write
verses especially adapted to the taste of the modern public, but rather
to create "a thing of beauty" from the theme that filled his mind at the
time. Often he has been led into somewhat bold innovations such as the
invention of the miniature ode, and the associating of an idea with a
rime-_motiv_ in the metrical short-stories. While he hopes that the new
forms will justify themselves, he realizes that after all, the poems
must stand or fall in proportion to the amount of pure artistic beauty
contained within them.
CONTENTS
PAGE
FROM A GRECIAN MYTH 9
"CARPE DIEM" 10
THE SONG OF LORENZO 12
THE SONG OF WO HOU 14
THE AURORA 15
THE WILL O' THE WISP 16
WHEN ON THE SHORE GRATES MY BARGE'S KEEL 18
TO SHELLEY 20
THOMAS DE QUINCEY 21
THE VISION OF DANTE 22
THE SPIRIT OF SCHOPENHAUER 24
ARTHUR TO GUENEVER 26
THE DEATH OF THOMAS CHATTERTON 27
A SPRING SONG 28
AFTER THE NEO-PLATONISTS 29
WHAT WOULDST THOU BE? 30
THE PROPHECY OF DAVID 31
THE PROPHECY OF SAINT MARK 39
THE AEOLIAN HARP 47
THE MAID THAT I WOOED 48
IN A MINOR CHORD 49
A GLASS OF ABSINTHE 51
THE PALACE OF PAIN 53
POEMS
FROM A GRECIAN MYTH
A palace he built him in the west,
A palace of vermeil fringed with gold;
And fain would he lie him down to rest
In the palace he built him in the west
Which every heavenly hue had dressed
With halcyon harmonies untold:
That palace, the sun built in the west,
A palace of vermeil fringed with gold.
_January 3, 1911._
"CARPE DIEM"
Wake, love; Aurora's breath has tinged the sky,
Mounting in faintly flushing shafts on high
To tell the world that Phoebus is at hand;
And all the hours in a glittering band
Cluster around in sweeping, circling flight
Like angels bathing in celestial light.
See, now with one great shaft of molten gold,
No longer vaporous haze around him rolled,
The King of Day mounts the ethereal height,
Scattering the last dim streamers of the night.
Bow down, ye Persians, on your altared hills;
Worship the Sun-god who gives life, and fills
Your horn with plenteous blessings from on high.
Wake! Wake! before the dawning sunbeams die!
Fling incense on your temple's dying flame;
Sing chants and chorals in his mighty name,
For as a weary traveler from afar,
Or as a sailor on the harbor bar
After long absence spies his native town,
So, with benignant brilliance smiles he down;
Or, like a good king ruling o'er his land,
He sprinkles blessings with a bounteous hand.
And thou, O my beloved, wake! arise!
Has not the sun illumined night's dull skies?
Come, Phoebus' breath has tinged the summer morn.
Come, see the light shafts waver '<DW41> the corn.
Come, see the early lily's opening bloom.
Come, see the wavering light expel the gloom
From yon dark vale still sunk in misty night.
Oh, watch the circling skylark's heavenward flight,
As, wrapped in hazy waves of shimmering light,
In one grand Jubilate to the sun,
He floods the sky with song of day begun.
But golden morn is never truly fair
Unless with day, thou com'st to weave my hair
With perfumed flowers gathered in the dell
Where sylphs sing sweetly 'bout the bubbling well.
Oh, fill my cup of pleasure with new wine
Which sparkles only where thy soft eyes shine!
O my beloved, haste thee to arise
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[Illustration: THE ATTACK ON WHITEHAVEN.]
THE LIFE
OF
REAR ADMIRAL JOHN PAUL JONES.
BY
JOHN S. C. ABBOTT.
[Illustration]
NEW YORK:
DODD & MEAD, PUBLISHERS,
762 BROADWAY.
_AMERICAN PIONEERS AND PATRIOTS._
------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES
OF
REAR-ADMIRAL JOHN PAUL JONES,
COMMONLY CALLED
PAUL JONES.
BY
JOHN S. C. ABBOTT.
------------------
ILLUSTRATED.
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NEW YORK:
DODD & MEAD, PUBLISHERS,
762 BROADWAY.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by
DODD & MEAD,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
TO
THE OFFICERS AND SEAMEN OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY,
THIS VOLUME,
COMMEMORATIVE OF THE HEROIC ACHIEVEMENTS OF ONE OF THE MOST
ILLUSTRIOUS OF THEIR NUMBER, IS RESPECTFULLY
DEDICATED BY
JOHN S. C. ABBOTT.
FAIR HAVEN, CONN., 1874.
PREFACE.
I commenced writing the Life of Paul Jones with the impression, received
from early reading, that he was a reckless adventurer, incapable of
fear, and whose chief merit consisted in performing deeds of desperate
daring. But I rise from the careful examination of what he has written,
said, and done, with the conviction that I had misjudged his character.
I now regard him as one of the purest and most enlightened of patriots,
and one of the noblest of men. His name should be enrolled upon the same
scroll with those of his intimate friends, Washington, Jefferson,
Franklin, and Lafayette.
As this exhibition of the character of Admiral Jones is somewhat
different from that which has been presented in current literature, I
have felt the necessity of sustaining the narrative by the most
unquestionable documentary evidence. Should any one, in glancing over
the pages, see that the admiral is presented in a different light from
that in which he has been accustomed to view him, I must beg him, before
he condemns the narrative, to examine the proof which I think
establishes every statement.
The admiral had his faults. Who has not? But on the whole he was one of
nature’s noblemen. His energies were sincerely and intensely devoted to
the good of humanity. He was ambitious. But it was a noble ambition, to
make his life sublime. He was a man of pure lips and of unblemished
life. His chosen friends were the purest, the most exalted, the best of
men. He had no low vices. Gambling, drinking, carousing, were abhorrent
to his nature. He was a student of science and literature; and in the
most accomplished female society he found his social joy. While forming
the comprehensive views of statesmenship and of strategy, and evincing
bravery unsurpassed by any knight of romance, he was in manners,
thought, and utterance, as unaffected as a child.
JOHN S. C. ABBOTT.
CONTENTS.
--------------
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
_The Early Life of John Paul Jones._
His Birth and Childhood.—Residence and Employments in
Scotland.—His Studious Habits.—First Voyage to
America.—Engaged in the Slave Trade.—Reasons for
Abandoning it.—False Charges against him.—His
Sensitiveness to Obloquy.—Espouses the Cause of the
Colonies.—Developments of Character.—Extracts from his
Letters. 9
CHAPTER II.
_The Infant Navy._
Rescuing the Brigantine.—Commissioned as Captain.—Escape
from the Solway.—Conflict with the Milford.—Adventures at
Canso and Madame.—Return with Prizes.—Expedition to Cape
Breton.—Wise Counsel of Jones.—Brilliant Naval
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GRADED MEMORY SELECTIONS
Arranged by
S. D. WATERMAN,
Superintendent of Schools, Berkeley, Cal.
J. W. McCLYMONDS,
Superintendent of Schools, Oakland, Cal.
C. C. HUGHES,
Superintendent of Schools, Alameda, Cal.
Educational Publishing Company
Boston
New York Chicago San Francisco
Copyrighted
by Educational Publishing Company
1903.
PREFACE.
It is unfortunately true that the terms education and culture are not
synonymous. Too often we find that the children in our public schools,
while possessed of the one, are signally lacking in the other. This is
a state of things that cannot be remedied by teaching mere facts. The
Greeks, many years ago, found the true method of imparting the latter
grace and we shall probably not be able to discover a better one
to-day. Their youths learned Homer and the other great poets as a part
of their daily tasks, and by thus constantly dwelling upon and storing
in their minds the noblest and most beautifully expressed thought in
their literature, their own mental life became at once refined and
strong.
The basis of all culture lies in a pure and elevated moral nature, and
so noted an authority as President Eliot, of Harvard University, has
said that the short memory gems which he learned as a boy in school,
have done him more good in the hour of temptation than all the sermons
he ever heard preached. A fine thought or beautiful image, once stored
in the mind, even if at first it is received indifferently and with
little understanding, is bound to recur again and again, and its
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[Illustration]
THE SCIENCE OF
ANIMAL LOCOMOTION
(ZOOPRAXOGRAPHY)
AN ELECTRO-PHOTOGRAPHIC INVESTIGATION OF
CONSECUTIVE PHASES OF ANIMAL MOVEMENTS
BY
EADWEARD MUYBRIDGE
EXECUTED AND PUBLISHED UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE
UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA
DESCRIPTION OF THE APPARATUS
RESULTS OF THE INVESTIGATION
DIAGRAMS
PROSPECTUS
LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS
EADWEARD MUYBRIDGE
UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA
PHILADELPHIA
OR
10 HENRIETTA STREET,
COVENT GARDEN
LONDON
ANIMAL LOCOMOTION.
(ZOOPRAXOGRAPHY.)
INTRODUCTORY.
In 1872, the author of the present work at Sacramento, California,
commenced an investigation with the object of illustrating by
photography some phases of animal movements. In that year his
experiments were made with a famous horse--Occident, owned by Senator
Stanford--and photographs were made, which illustrated several phases of
action while the horse was trotting at full speed, laterally, in front
of the camera.
The experiments were desultorily continued; but it was not until 1877
that the results of any of them were published.
In the meanwhile he devised an automatic electro-photographic apparatus,
for the purpose of making consecutive photographic exposures at
_regulated_ intervals of time or of distance. Some of the results of his
experiments with this apparatus, which illustrated successive phases of
the action of horses while walking, trotting, galloping, &c., were
published in 1878, with the title of "THE HORSE IN MOTION." Copies of
these photographs were deposited the same year in the Library of
Congress at Washington, and some of them found their way to Berlin,
London, Paris, Vienna, &c., where they were commented upon by the
journals of the day.
In 1882, during a lecture on "The Science of Animal Locomotion in its
relation to Design in Art," given at the Royal Institution (see
_Proceedings_ of the Royal Institution of Great Britain, March 13,
1882), he exhibited the results of some of his experiments made during a
few antecedent years at Palo Alto, California; when he, with the
zoopraxiscope and an oxy-hydrogen lantern, projected on the wall a
synthesis of many of the actions he had analysed.
It may not be considered irrelevant if he repeats what he on that
occasion said in his analysis of the quadrupedal walk:--
"So far as the camera has revealed, these successive foot fallings are
invariable, and are probably common to all quadrupeds....
"It is also highly probable that these photographic
investigations--which were executed with wet collodion plates, with
exposures not exceeding in some instances the one five-thousandth part
of a second--will dispel many popular illusions as to the gait of a
horse, and that future and more exhaustive experiments, with the
advantages of recent chemical discoveries, will completely unveil to the
artist all the visible muscular action of men and animals during their
most rapid movements....
"The employment of automatic apparatus for the purpose of obtaining a
regulated succession of photographic exposures is too recent for its
value to be properly understood, or to be generally used for scientific
experiment. At some future time the explorer for hidden truths will find
it indispensable for his investigations."
In 1883, the University of Pennsylvania, with an enlightened exercise of
its functions as a contributor to human knowledge, instructed the author
to make, under its auspices, a comprehensive investigation of "Animal
Locomotion" in the broadest significance of the words.
A DIAGRAM OF THE STUDIO
and the arrangement of the apparatus used for this purpose is here
given.
[Illustration]
TT represents the track along which the model M was caused to move. B is
the background, divided into spaces of 5 centimetres square for the
purpose of measurement.
L, a horizontal battery of electro-photographic cameras, parallel to the
line of motion (at a distance of 15 metres or about 48 feet therefrom),
for a series of 12 lateral exposures.
R, a vertical battery of electro-photographic cameras, at right angles
to the lateral battery, for a series of 12 _rear_ foreshortenings.
F, a horizontal battery of electro-photographic cameras, at any suitable
angle to the lateral battery for a series of _front_ foreshortenings.
O, the position of the electric batteries, a chronograph for recording
the time intervals of exposures, and other apparatus used in the
investigation.
A clock-work apparatus, set in motion at the will of the operator,
distributed a series of electric currents, and synchronously effected
consecutive exposures in each of the three batteries of cameras.
The intervals of exposures were recorded by the chronograph, and divided
into thousandths of a second. These intervals could be varied at will
from seventeen one-thousandth parts of a second to several seconds.
The task of making the original negatives was completed in 1885; the
remaining years have been devoted to the preparation of the work for
publication.
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single stride.
After the last phase illustrated, the feet, during continuous motion,
will revert practically to their position in the first phase.
The comparative distances of the feet from each other or from the ground
are not drawn to scale; and, in any event, would be merely approximate
for the succeeding stride.
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7 seem probable in a very long stride.]
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The results of this investigation are
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than 20,000 figures of men, women, and children, animals and birds,
actively engaged in walking, galloping, flying, working, jumping,
fighting, dancing, playing at base-ball, cricket, and other athletic
games, or other actions incidental to every-day life, which illustrate
motion or the play of muscles.
These sheets of illustrations are conventionally called "plates."
Each plate illustrates the successive phases of a single action,
photographed with automatic electro-photographic apparatus at regulated
and accurately recorded intervals of time, _consecutively_ from one
point of view; or, _consecutively_ AND _synchronously_ from _two_, or
from _three_ points of view.
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|1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12| vertical line, at an angle
| | | | | | | | | | | | | of 90 deg. from the Laterals.
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printed surface varies from 15 x 45 to 20 x 30 centimetres--6 x 18 to 9
x 12 inches.
The number of figures on each plate varies from 12 to 36.
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THE NEW ELDORADO
A SUMMER JOURNEY TO ALASKA
BY
MATURIN M. BALLOU
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry:
“’Tis all barren!” and so it is, and so is all the world to him
who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.—STERNE.
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BY MATURIN M. BALLOU.
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PREFACE.
--*--
The Spaniards of old had a proverb signifying that he who would bring
home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with
him. If we would benefit by travel we must take with us an ample store
of appreciative intelligence. Nature, like lovely womanhood, only
reveals herself to him who humbly and diligently seeks her. As Sir
Richard Steele said of a certain noble lady: “To love her is a liberal
education.” Keen observation is as necessary to the traveler who would
improve by his vocation as are wings to an albatross. The trained and
appreciative eye is like the object-glass of the photographic machine,
nothing is so seemingly insignificant as to escape it. Careless,
half-educated persons are sent upon their travels in order, it is said,
that they may “learn.” Such individuals had best first learn to travel.
Those who improve the modern facilities for seeing the world acquire an
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all, let us first become familiar with the important features of our own
beautiful and widespread land before we seek foreign shores, especially
as we have on this continent so much of unequaled grandeur and unique
phenomena to satisfy and to attract us. It seems to the undersigned that
perhaps this volume will have a tendency to lead the reader to such
conclusion, and certainly this is its primary object.
M. M. B.
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CONTENTS.
--*--
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
Itinerary.—St. Paul.—The Northern Pacific Railroad.—
Progress.—Luxurious Traveling.—Riding on a Locomotive.—
Night Experiences.—Prairie Scenes.—Immense Grain-Fields.—
The Badlands.—Climbing the Rocky Mountains.—Cinnabar.—The
Yellowstone Park.—An Accumulation of Wonders.—The Famous
Hot Springs Terrace.—How Formed.—As seen by Moonlight 1
CHAPTER II.
Nature in Poetic Moods.—Is there Lurking Danger?—A
Sanitarium.—The Liberty Cap.—The Giant’s Thumb.—Singular
Caves.—Falls of the Gardiner River.—In the Saddle.—Grand
Cañon of the Yellowstone.—Far-Reaching Antiquity.—Obsidian
Cliffs.—A Road of Glass.—Beaver Lake.—Animal Builders.—
Aborigines of the Park.—The Sheep-Eaters.—The Shoshones
and other Tribes 20
CHAPTER III.
Norris Geyser Basin.—Fire beneath the Surface.—A Guide’s
Ideas.—The Curious Paint Pot Basin.—Lower Geyser Basin.—
Boiling Springs of Many Colors.—Mountain Lions at Play.—
Midway Geyser Basin.—“Hell’s Half Acre.”—In the Midst of
Wonderland.—“Old Faithful.”—Other Active Geysers.—Erratic
Nature of these Remarkable Fountains 34
CHAPTER IV.
The Great Yellowstone Lake.—Myriads of Birds.—Solitary
Beauty of the Lake.—The Flora of the Park.—Devastating
Fires.—Wild Animals.—Grand Volcanic Centre.—Mountain
Climbing and Wonderful Views.—A Story of Discovery.—
Government Exploration of the Reservation.—Governor
Washburn’s Expedition.—“For the Benefit of the People at
Large Forever” 47
CHAPTER V.
Westward Journey resumed.—Queen City of the Mountains.—
Crossing the Rockies.—Butte City, the Great Mining
Centre.—Montana.—The Red Men.—About the Aborigines.—The
Cowboys of the West.—A Successful Hunter.—Emigrant Teams
on the Prairies.—Immense Forests.—Puget Sound.—The Famous
Stampede Tunnel.—Immigration 57
CHAPTER VI.
Mount Tacoma.—Terminus of the Northern Pacific Railroad.—
Great Inland Sea.—City of Tacoma and its Marvelous
Growth.—Coal Measures.—The Modoc Indians.—Embarking for
Alaska.—The Rapidly Growing City of Seattle.—Tacoma with
its Fifteen Glaciers.—Something about Port Townsend.—A
Chance for Members of Alpine Clubs 73
CHAPTER VII.
Victoria, Vancouver’s Island.—Esquimalt.—Chinamen.—
Remarkable Flora.—Suburbs of the Town.—Native Tribes.—
Cossacks of the Sea.—Manners and Customs.—The Early
Discoverer.—Sailing in the Inland Sea.—Excursionists.—
Mount St. Elias.—Mount Fairweather.—A Mount Olympus.—
Seymour Narrows.—Night on the Waters.—A Touch of the
Pacific 84
CHAPTER VIII.
Steamship Corona and her Passengers.—The New Eldorado.—The
Greed for Gold.—Alaska the Synonym of Glacier Fields.—
Vegetation of the Islands.—Aleutian Islands.—Attoo our
most Westerly Possession.—Native Whalers.—Life on the
Island of Attoo.—Unalaska.—Kodiak, former Capital of
Russian America.—The Greek Church.—Whence the Natives
originally came 109
CHAPTER IX.
Cook’s Inlet.—Manufacture of Quass.—Native Piety.—Mummies.—
The North Coast.—Geographical Position.—Shallowness of
Behring Sea.—Alaskan Peninsula.—Size of Alaska.—A “Terra
Incognita.”—Reasons why Russia sold it to our Government.—
The Price comparatively Nothing.—Rental of the Seal
Islands.—Mr. Seward’s Purchase turns out to be a Bonanza 127
CHAPTER X.
Territorial Acquisitions.—Population of Alaska.—Steady
Commercial Growth.—Primeval Forests.—The Country teems
with Animal Life.—A Mighty Reserve of Codfish.—Native
Food.—Fur-Bearing Animals.—Islands of St. George and St.
Paul.—Interesting Habits of the Fur-Seal.—The Breeding
Season.—Their Natural Food.—Mammoth Size of the Bull Seals 143
CHAPTER XI.
Enormous Slaughter of Seals.—Manner of Killing.—Battles
between the Bulls.—A Mythical Island.—The Seal as Food.—
The Sea-Otter.—A Rare and Valuable Fur.—The Baby
Sea-Otter.—Great Breeding-Place of Birds.—Banks of the
Yukon River.—Fur-Bearing Land Animals.—Aggregate Value of
the Trade.—Character of the Native Race 159
CHAPTER XII.
Climate of Alaska.—Ample Grass for Domestic Cattle.—Winter
and Summer Seasons.—The Japanese Current.—Temperature in
the Interior.—The Eskimos.—Their Customs.—Their Homes.—
These Arctic Regions once Tropical.—The Mississippi of
Alaska.—Placer Mines.—The Natives.—Strong Inclination for
Intoxicants 173
CHAPTER XIII.
Sailing Northward.—Chinese Labor.—Unexplored Islands.—The
Alexander Archipelago.—Rich Virgin Soil.—Fish Cunning.—
Myriads of Salmon.—Native Villages.—Reckless Habits.—
Awkward Fashions and their Origin.—Tattooing Young Girls.—
Peculiar Effect of Inland Passages.—Mountain Echoes.—
Moonlight and Midnight on the Sea 186
CHAPTER XIV.
The Alaskan’s Habit of Gambling.—Extraordinary Domestic
Carvings.—Silver Bracelets.—Prevailing Superstitions.—
Disposal of the Dead.—The Native “Potlatch.”—Cannibalism.—
Ambitions of Preferment.—Human Sacrifices.—The Tribes
slowly decreasing in Numbers.—Influence of the Women.—
Witchcraft.—Fetich Worship.—The Native Canoes.—Eskimo Skin
Boats 199
CHAPTER XV.
Still sailing Northward.—Multitudes of Water-Fowls.—Native
Graveyards.—Curious Totem-Poles.—Tribal and Family
Emblems.—Division of the Tribes.—Whence the Race came.—A
Clew to their Origin.—The Northern Eskimos.—A Remarkable
Museum of Aleutian Antiquities.—Jade Mountain.—The Art of
Carving.—Long Days.—Aborigines of the Yukon Valley.—Their
Customs 212
CHAPTER XVI.
Fort Wrangel.—Plenty of Wild Game.—Natives do not care for
Soldiers, but have a Wholesome Fear of Gunboats.—Mode of
Trading.—Girls’ School and Home.—A Deadly Tragedy.—Native
Jewelry and Carving.—No Totem-Poles for Sale.—Missionary
Enterprises.—Progress in Educating Natives.—Various
Denominations engaged in the Missionary Work 222
CHAPTER XVII.
Schools in Alaska.—Natives Ambitious to learn.—Wild
Flowers.—Native Grasses.—Boat Racing.—Avaricious Natives.—
The Candle Fish.—Gold Mines Inland.—Chinese Gold-Diggers.—
A Ledge of Garnets.—Belief in Omens.—More Schools
required.—The Pestiferous Mosquito.—Mosquitoes and Bears.—
Alaskan Fjords.—The Patterson Glacier 231
CHAPTER XVIII.
Norwegian Scenery.—Lonely Navigation.—The Marvels of Takou
Inlet.—Hundreds of Icebergs.—Home of the Frost King.—More
Gold Deposits.—Snowstorm among the Peaks.—Juneau the
Metropolis of Alaska.—Auk and Takou Indians.—Manners and
Customs.—Spartan Habits.—Disposal of Widows.—Duels.—
Sacrificing Slaves.—Hideous Customs still prevail 246
CHAPTER XIX.
Aboriginal Dwellings.—Mastodons in Alaska.—Few Old People
alive.—Abundance of Rain.—The Wonderful Treadwell Gold
Mine.—Largest Quartz Crushing Mill in the World.—
Inexhaustible Riches.—Other Gold Mines.—The Great Davidson
Glacier.—Pyramid Harbor.—Native Frauds.—The Chilcats.—
Mammoth Bear.—Salmon Canneries 258
CHAPTER XX.
Glacier Bay.—More Ice Bays.—Majestic Front of the Muir
Glacier.—The Bombardment of the Glacier.—One of the
Grandest Sights in the World.—A Moving River of Ice.—The
Natives.—Abundance of Fish.—Native Cooking.—Wild Berries.—
Hoonish Tribe.—Copper Mines.—An Iron Mountain.—Coal Mines 275
CHAPTER XXI.
Sailing Southward.—Sitka, Capital of Alaska.—Transfer of the
Territory from Russia to America.—Site of the City.—The
Old Castle.—Russian Habits.—A Haunted Chamber.—Russian
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LOSS OF THE
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TABLE OF CONTENTS.
Page.
Introduction 7
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The White Star Co. 10
The steamship Titanic 11
Detailed description 13
Water-tight compartments 14
Decks and accommodation 16
Structure 23
Life-saving appliances 25
Pumping arrangements 26
Electrical installation 27
Machinery 29
General 31
Crew and passengers 32
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Ice messages received 35
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. 108.
MARCH 30, 1895.
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Daemonologie
In Forme of a Dialogie
Diuided into three Bookes.
By James RX
Printed by Robert Walde-graue,
Printer to the Kings Majestie. An. 1597.
Cum Privilegio Regio.
CONTENTS
The Preface. To The Reader.
First Booke.
Chap. I.
Chap. II.
Chap. III.
Chap. IIII.
Chap. V.
Chap. VI.
Chap. VII.
Seconde Booke.
Chap. I.
Chap. II.
Chap. III.
Chap. IIII.
Chap. V.
Chap. VI.
Chap. VII.
Thirde Booke.
Chap. I.
Chap. II.
Chap. III.
Chap. IIII.
Chap. V.
Chap. VI.
Newes from Scotland.
To the Reader.
Discourse.
THE PREFACE. TO THE READER.
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OLD NEW ZEALAND,
A TALE OF THE GOOD OLD TIMES;
and
A HISTORY OF THE WAR IN THE
NORTH AGAINST THE CHIEF
HEKE, IN THE YEAR
1845.
TOLD BY AN OLD CHIEF OF THE NGAPUHI TRIBE.
BY A PAKEHA MAORI.
with an introduction
BY THE EARL OF PEMBROKE.
LONDON:
RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON,
Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen,
NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1876.
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MEXICAN COPPER TOOLS:
THE USE OF COPPER BY THE MEXICANS BEFORE THE CONQUEST;
AND
THE KATUNES OF MAYA HISTORY,
A CHAPTER IN THE
EARLY HISTORY OF CENTRAL AMERICA,
WITH SPECIAL REFERENCE TO THE PIO PEREZ MANUSCRIPT.
BY
PHILIPP J. J. VALENTINI, PH.D.
[TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN, BY STEPHEN SALISBURY, JR.]
WORCESTER, MASS.:
PRESS OF CHARLES HAMILTON.
1880.
[PROCEEDINGS OF AMERICAN ANTIQUARIAN SOCIETY, APRIL 29, AND OCTOBER 21,
1879.]
------------------------------------------------------------------------
CONTENTS.
PAGE.
MEXICAN COPPER TOOLS 5
THE KATUNES OF MAYA HISTORY 45
NOTE BY COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION 47
_Introductory Remarks_ 49
_The Maya Manuscript and Translation_ 52
_History of the Manuscript_ 55
_Elements of Maya Chronology_ 60
_Table of the 20 Days of the Maya Month_ 62
_Table of the 18 Months of the Maya Year_ 63
_Table of Maya Months and Days_ 64
_Translation of the Manuscript by Señor Perez_ 75
_Discussion of the Manuscript_ 77
_Concluding Remarks_ 92
_Sections of the Perez Manuscript Expressed in Years_ 96
_Table of Maya Ahaues Expressed in Years_ 100
_Results of the Chronological Investigation_ 102
Illustrations.
PAGE.
COPPER AXES IN THE ARMS OF TEPOZTLA, TEPOZTITLA AND 12
TEPOZCOLULA
COPPER AXES, THE TRIBUTE OF CHILAPA 13
COPPER AXES AND BELLS, THE TRIBUTE OF CHALA 14
MEXICAN GOLDSMITH SMELTING GOLD 18
YUCATAN COPPER AXES 30
COPPER CHISEL FOUND IN OAXACA 33
MEXICAN CARPENTER’S HATCHET 35
COPPER AXE OF TEPOZCOLULA 36
COPPER AXE OF TLAXIMALOYAN 36
COPPER TOOL, FOUND BY DUPAIX IN OAXACA 37
MAYA AHAU KATUN WHEEL 72
MAP SHOWING THE MOVEMENT OF THE MAYAS, AS STATED IN THE 78
MANUSCRIPT
FOOTNOTE
YUCATAN AXE, FROM LANDA 17
INDIAN BATTLE AXE, FROM OVIEDO 19
MEXICAN COPPER TOOLS.
BY PHILIPP J. J. VALENTINI, PH.D.
[_From the German, by Stephen Salisbury, Jr_.]
[From Proceedings of American Antiquarian Society, April 30, 1879.]
The subject of prehistoric copper mining, together with the trade in the
metal and the process of its manufacture into implements and tools by
the red men of North America, has engaged the attention of numerous
investigators.
It was while listening to an interesting paper on prehistoric copper
mining at Lake Superior, read by Prof. Thomas Egleston before the
Academy of Sciences, of New York, March 9, 1879, that the writer was
reminded of a number of notes which he had made, some time previous, on
the same subject. These notes, however, covered a department of research
not included in the lecture of that evening. They were collected in
order to secure all the material extant in relation to the copper
products of Mexico and Central America. Nevertheless, this treatment of
a subject so germain to ours, could not help imparting an impulse to a
rapid comparison of the results of our own studies with those of others.
It brought to light striking agreements, as well as disagreements, which
existed in connection with the copper industries of the two widely
separated races. On the one hand it appeared that both of these ancient
people were unacquainted with iron; both were trained to the practise of
war, and, strange to say, both had invariably abstained from shaping
copper into any implement of war, the metal being appropriated solely to
the uses of peace.
But, on the other hand, whilst the northern red man attained to his
highest achievement in the production of the axe, the native of Central
America could boast of important additions to his stock of tools. He
possessed copper implements for tilling the fields, and knew the uses of
the chisel. Besides, when he wished to impart to the copper a definite
form, he showed a superior ingenuity. The northern Indian simply took a
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[Illustration]
A CORNISH SMUGGLER
[Illustration: LANDING THE CARGO.
_F. BRANGWYN._]
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY
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A CORNISH SMUGGLER
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WANDERFOOT
(THE DREAM SHIP)
BY
CYNTHIA STOCKLEY
AUTHOR OF "POPPY," "THE CLAW," ETC
TORONTO: WILLIAM BRIGGS
NEW YORK: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
1913
COPYRIGHT, 1913
BY
CYNTHIA STOCKLEY
"_Wanderfoot_" is published in England under the title of
"_The Dream Ship_"
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
TO
MY DAUGHTER
DOROTHY
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STONES OF THE TEMPLE
R I V I N G T O N S
London _Waterloo Place_
Oxford _High Street_
Cambridge _Trinity Street_
Illustration: STONES OF THE TEMPLE
STONES OF THE TEMPLE or
Lessons from the fabric and furniture of the Church
By WALTER FIELD, M.A., F.S.A.
RIVINGTONS London, Oxford, and Cambridge 1871
"When it pleased God to raise up kings and emperors favouring sincerely
the Christian truth, that which the Church before either could not or
durst not do, was with all alacrity performed. Temples were in
all places erected, no cost was spared: nothing judged too
dear which that way should be spent. The whole world did
seem to exult, that it had occasion of pouring out gifts
to so blessed a purpose. That cheerful devotion which
David did this way exceedingly delight to behold,
and wish that the same in the Jewish people
might be perpetual, was then in Christian
people every where to be seen.
So far as our Churches and their
Temple have one end, what
should let but that they
may lawfully have one
form?"--Hooker's
"Ecclesiastical
Polity."
{~MALTESE CROSS~}
CONTENTS
PREFACE.
_Chap._ _Page_
I. THE LICH-GATE 1
II. LICH-STONES 11
III. GRAVE-STONES 19
IV. GRAVE-STONES 31
V. THE PORCH 43
VI. THE PORCH 51
VII. THE PAVEMENT 63
VIII. THE PAVEMENT 73
IX. THE PAVEMENT 81
X. THE PAVEMENT 91
XI. THE WALLS 103
XII. THE WALLS 111
XIII. THE WINDOWS 123
XIV. A LOOSE STONE IN THE BUILDING 145
XV. THE FONT 155
XVI. THE PULPIT 167
XVII. THE PULPIT 175
XVIII. THE NAVE 187
XIX. THE NAVE 197
XX. THE AISLES 209
XXI. THE TRANSEPTS 217
XXII. THE CHANCEL-SCREEN 225
XXIII. THE CHANCEL 235
XXIV. THE ALTAR 245
XXV. THE ORGAN-CHAMBER 255
XXVI. THE VESTRY 265
XXVII. THE PILLARS 275
XXVIII. THE ROOF 285
XXIX. THE TOWER 295
XXX. THE HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS 311
INDEX OF ENGRAVINGS
_Page_
St. Mildred's Church and Lich-Gate, Whippingham 3
Lich-Gate at Yealmton 5
Lich-Gate at Birstal 7
Heywood Church, Manchester 13
Lich-Stone, Great Winnow, Cornwall 15
Lich-Stone at Lustleigh 18
Church of St. Nicholas, West Pennard 21
Grave-Stones in Streatham Churchyard 23
Grave-Stones in High-Week Churchyard 24
Easter Flowers 28
Stinchcombe Church 33
Grave-Stones 35, 39, 41
Llanfechan Church 42
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NAT GOODWIN'S BOOK
NAT GOODWIN'S
BOOK
BY
NAT C. GOODWIN
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration: (Publisher's colophon)]
BOSTON
RICHARD G. BADGER
THE GORHAM PRESS
TORONTO: COPP CLARK COMPANY LIMITED
COPYRIGHT, 1914
BY NAT C. GOODWIN AND RICHARD G. BADGER
_All rights reserved_
THE GORHAM PRESS, BOSTON, U.S.A.
PREFACE
In penning memoirs or autobiographing it is extremely difficult to
avoid writing impersonally, yet I shall strive to avoid it as much as
possible, not so much from a sense of duty as from a standpoint of
mercy.
I have never enjoyed reading about myself and I am firmly convinced
that there are few who have. Perhaps, if I am tempted during this
review to give myself an opinion of myself, it may be received with
favor even by those critics who have never agreed with any of my
characterizations.
I started this little work with some degree of terror. I had such a
poor background to frame my somewhat checkered career upon. I fully
realized that a man must be a very great person, or at least imagine
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THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING
By Gilbert Parker
CONTENTS
Volume 1.
THE LANE THAT HAD NO TURNING
Volume 2.
THE ABSURD ROMANCE OF P'TITE LOUISON
THE LITTLE BELL OF HONOUR
A SON OF THE WILDERNESS
A WORKER IN STONE
Volume 3.
THE TRAGIC COMEDY OF ANNETTE
THE MARRIAGE OF THE MILLER
MATHURIN
THE STORY OF THE LIME-BURNER
THE WOODSMAN'S STORY OF THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF
UNCLE JIM
THE HOUSE WITH THE TALL PORCH
PARPON THE DWARF
Volume 4.
TIMES WERE HARD IN PONTIAC
MEDALLION'S WHIM
THE PRISONER
AN UPSET PRICE
A FRAGMENT OF LIVES
THE MAN THAT DIED AT ALMA
THE BARON OF BEAUGARD
THE TUNE McGILVERAY PLAYED
The Right Hon. Sir Wilfrid Laurier G.C.M.G.
Dear Sir Wilfrid Laurier, Since I first began to write these tales in
1892, I have had it in my mind to dedicate to you the "bundle of life"
when it should be complete. It seemed to me--and it seems so still--that
to put your name upon the covering of my parcel, as one should say, "In
care of," when it went forth, was to secure its safe and considerate
delivery to that public of the Empire which is so much in your debt.
But with other feelings also do I dedicate this volume to yourself. For
many years your name has stood for a high and noble compromise between
the temperaments and the intellectual and social habits of two races;
and I am not singular in thinking that you have done more than most
other men to make the English and French of the Dominion understand each
other better. There are somewhat awkward limits to true understanding as
yet, but that sympathetic service which you render to both peoples,
with a conscientious striving for impartiality, tempers even the wind of
party warfare to the shorn lamb of political opposition.
In a sincere sympathy with French life and character, as exhibited in
the democratic yet monarchical province of Quebec, or Lower Canada
(as, historically, I still love to think of it), moved by friendly
observation, and seeking to be truthful and impartial, I have made this
book and others dealing with the life of the proud province, which a
century and a half of English governance has not Anglicised. This series
of more or less connected stories, however, has been the most cherished
of all my labours, covering, as it has done, so many years, and being
the accepted of my anxious judgment out of a much larger gathering, so
many numbers of which are retired to the seclusion of copyright, while
reserved from publication. In passing, I need hardly say that the
"Pontiac" of this book is an imaginary place, and has no association
with the real Pontiac of the Province.
I had meant to call the volume, "Born with a Golden Spoon," a title
stolen from the old phrase, "Born with a golden spoon in the mouth"; but
at the last moment I have given the book the name of the tale which is,
chronologically, the climax of the series, and the end of my narratives
of French Canadian life and character. I had chosen the former title
because of an inherent meaning in it relation to my subject. A man born
in the purple--in comfort wealth, and secure estate--is said to have the
golden spoon in his mouth. In the eyes of the world, however, the phrase
has a some what ironical suggestiveness, and to have luxury, wealth, and
place as a birthright is not thought to be the most fortunate incident
of mortality. My application of the phrase is, therefore, different.
I have, as you know, travelled far and wide during the past seventeen
years, and though I have seen people as frugal and industrious as the
French Canadians, I have never seen frugality and industry associated
with so much domestic virtue, so much education and intelligence, and so
deep and simple a religious life; nor have I ever seen a priesthood at
once so devoted and high-minded in all the concerns the home life
of their people, as in French Canada. A land without poverty and yet
without riches, French Canada stands alone, too well educated to have a
peasantry, too poor to have an aristocracy; as though in her the ancient
prayer had been answered "Give me neither poverty nor riches, but feed
me with food convenient for me." And it is of the habitant of Quebec,
before a men else, I should say, "Born with the golden spoon in his
mouth."
To you I come with this book, which contains the first thing I ever
wrote out of the life of the Province so dear to you, and the last
things also that I shall ever write about it. I beg you to receive it as
the loving recreation of one who sympathises with the people of who you
come, and honours their virtues, and who has no fear for the unity, and
no doubt as to the splendid future, of the nation, whose fibre is got of
the two great civilising races of Europe.
Lastly, you will know with what admiration and regard I place your
name on the fore page of my book, and greet in you the statesman, the
litterateur, and the personal friend.
Believe me,
Dear Sir Wilfrid Laurier,
Yours very sincerely,
GILBERT PARKER.
20 CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE, LONDON, S. W.,
14th August, 1900.
INTRODUCTION
The story with which this book opens, 'The Lane That Had No Turning',
gives the title to a collection which has a large share in whatever
importance my work may possess. Cotemporaneous with the Pierre
series, which deal with the Far West and the Far North, I began in
the 'Illustrated London News', at the request of the then editor, Mr.
Clement K. Shorter, a series of French Canadian sketches of which
the first was 'The Tragic Comedy of Annette'. It was followed by 'The
Marriage of the Miller, The House with the Tall Porch, The Absurd
Romance of P'tite Louison, and The Woodsman's Story of the Great White
Chief'. They were begun and finished in the autumn of 1892 in lodgings
which I had taken on Hampstead Heath. Each--for they were all very
short--was written at a sitting, and all had their origin in true
stories which had been told me in the heart of Quebec itself. They were
all beautifully illustrated in the Illustrated London News, and in their
almost monosyllabic narrative, and their almost domestic simplicity,
they were in marked contrast to the more strenuous episodes of the
Pierre series. They were indeed in keeping with the happily simple and
uncomplicated life of French Canada as I knew it then; and I had perhaps
greater joy in writing them and the purely French Canadian stories that
followed them, such as 'Parpon the Dwarf, A Worker in Stone, The Little
Bell of Honour, and The Prisoner', than in almost anything else I have
written, except perhaps 'The Right of Way and Valmond', so far as Canada
is concerned.
I think the book has harmony, although the first story in it covers
eighty-two pages, while some of the others, like 'The Marriage of the
Miller', are less than four pages in length. At the end also there are
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STATEMENT
OF THE
PROVISION FOR THE POOR,
AND OF THE
CONDITION OF THE LABOURING CLASSES,
IN A CONSIDERABLE PORTION OF
AMERICA AND EUROPE.
BY
NASSAU W. SENIOR, ESQ.
BEING THE
PREFACE TO THE FOREIGN COMMUNICATIONS CONTAINED
IN THE APPENDIX TO THE POOR-LAW REPORT.
LONDON:
B. FELLOWES, LUDGATE STREET.
(_Publisher to the Poor-Law Commissioners._)
MDCCCXXXV.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS,
Stamford Street.
ADVERTISEMENT.
The following pages were prepared for the sole purpose of forming an
introduction to the foreign communications contained in the Appendix
to the Poor-Law Report. Their separate publication was not thought
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NATALIE;
or,
A GEM AMONG THE SEA-WEEDS
By
FERNA VALE.
1859.
To thee, my darling Hattie, I dedicate the Sea-Flower
would that this casket contained for such as thou,
a purer gem.
PREFACE.
In writing the following pages the author has spent pleasant hours,
which perhaps might have been less profitably employed: if anything of
interest be found among them, it is well,--and, should any be led to
take up their Cross in meekness and humility, searching out the path
that leads the wanderer home, it is indeed well.
NATALIE.
CHAPTER I.
THE SEA-FLOWER.
"What was it that I loved so well about my childhood's home?
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Bullets & Billets
By Bruce Bairnsfather
1916
TO MY OLD PALS,
"BILL," "BERT," AND "ALF,"
WHO HAVE SAT IN THE MUD WITH ME
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
Landing at Havre--Tortoni's--Follow the tram lines--Orders
for the Front.
CHAPTER II
Tortuous travelling--Clippers and tablets--Dumped at a
siding--I join my Battalion.
CHAPTER III
Those Plugstreet trenches--Mud and rain--Flooded out--A
hopeless dawn.
CHAPTER IV
More mud--Rain and bullets--A bit of cake--"Wind up"--Night
rounds.
CHAPTER V
My man Friday--"Chuck us the biscuits"--Relieved--Billets.
CHAPTER VI
The Transport Farm--Fleeced by the Flemish--Riding--Nearing
Christmas.
CHAPTER VII
A projected attack---Digging a sap--An 'ell of a night--The
attack--Puncturing Prussians.
CHAPTER VIII
Christmas Eve--A lull in hate--Briton cum Boche.
CHAPTER IX
Souvenirs--A ride to Nieppe--Tea at H.Q.--Trenches once more.
CHAPTER X
My partial escape from the mud--The deserted village--My
"cottage."
CHAPTER XI
Stocktaking--Fortifying--Nebulous Fragments.
CHAPTER XII
A brain wave--Making a "funk hole"--Plugstreet Wood--Sniping.
CHAPTER XIII
Robinson Crusoe--That turbulent table.
CHAPTER XIV
The Amphibians--Fed-up, but determined--The gun parapet.
CHAPTER XV
Arrival of the "Johnsons"--"Where did that one go?"--The
First Fragment dispatched--The exodus--Where?
CHAPTER XVI
New trenches--The night inspection--Letter from the
_Bystander_.
CHAPTER XVII
Wulverghem--The Douve--Corduroy boards--Back at our farm.
CHAPTER XVIII
The painter and decorator--Fragments forming--Night on the
mud prairie.
CHAPTER XIX
Visions of leave--Dick Turpin--Leave!
CHAPTER XX
That Leave train--My old pal--London and home--The call of
the wild.
CHAPTER XXI
Back from leave--That "blinkin' moon"--Johnson 'oles--Tommy
and "frightfulness"--Exploring expedition.
CHAPTER XXII
A daylight stalk--The disused trench--"Did they see me?"--A
good sniping position.
CHAPTER XXIII
Our moated farm--Wulverghem--The Cure's house--A shattered
Church--More "heavies"--A farm on fire.
CHAPTER XXIV
That ration fatigue--Sketches in request--Bailleul--Baths and
lunatics--How to conduct a war.
CHAPTER XXV
Getting stale--Longing for change--We leave the Douve--On the
march--Spotted fever--Ten days' rest.
CHAPTER XXVI
A pleasant change--Suzette, Berthe and Marthe--"La jeune
fille farouche"--Andre.
CHAPTER XXVII
Getting fit--Caricaturing the Cure--"Dirty work ahead"--A
projected attack--Unlooked-for orders.
CHAPTER XXVIII
We march for Ypres--Halt at Locre--A bleak camp and meagre
fare--Signs of battle--First view of Ypres.
CHAPTER XXIX
Getting nearer--A lugubrious party--Still nearer--Blazing
Ypres--Orders for attack.
CHAPTER XXX
Rain and mud--A trying march--In the thick of it--A wounded
officer--Heavy shelling--I get my "quietus!"
CHAPTER XXXI
Slowly recovering--Field hospital--Ambulance train--Back in
England.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Bruce Bairnsfather: a photograph
The Birth of "Fragments": Scribbles on the farmhouse walls
That Astronomical Annoyance, the Star Shell
"Plugstreet Wood"
A Hopeless Dawn
The usual line in Billeting Farms
"Chuck us the biscuits, Bill. The fire wants mendin'"
"Shut that blinkin' door. There's a 'ell of a draught in 'ere"
A Memory of Christmas, 1914
The Sentry
A Messines Memory: "'Ow about shiftin' a bit further down the road, Fred?"
"Old soldiers never die"
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A COMPILATION OF THE MESSAGES AND PAPERS OF THE PRESIDENTS
BY JAMES D. RICHARDSON
VOLUME II
1897
Prefatory Note
The first volume of this compilation was given to Congress and the
public about May 1, 1896. I believe I am warranted in saying here that
it met with much favor by all who examined it. The press of the country
was unsparing in its praise. Congress, by a resolution passed on the 22d
day of May, ordered the printing of 15,000 additional copies, of the
entire publication.
I have inserted in this volume a steel engraving of the Treasury
building; the succeeding volumes will contain engravings of other
important public buildings.
The resolution authorizing this work required the publication of
the annual, special, and veto messages, inaugural addresses, and
proclamations of the Presidents. I have found in addition to these
documents others which emanated from the Chief Magistrats, called
Executive orders; they are in the nature of proclamations, and have like
force and effect. I have therefore included in this, and will include
in the succeeding volumes, all such Executive orders as may appear to
have national importance or to possess more than ordinary interest.
If this volume meets the same degree of favor as the first, I shall be
greatly gratified.
JAMES D. RICHARDSON.
JULY 4, 1896.
James Monroe
March 4, 1817, to March 4, 1825
James Monroe
James Monroe was born April 28, 1758, in Westmoreland County, Va. He was
the son of Spence Monroe and Elizabeth Jones, both natives of Virginia.
When in his eighteenth year he enlisted as a private soldier in the
Army to fight for independence; was in several battles, and was wounded
in the engagement at Trenton; was promoted to the rank of captain of
infantry. During 1777 and 1778 he acted as aid to Lord Stirling, and
distinguished himself. He studied law under the direction of Thomas
Jefferson, then governor of Virginia, who in 1780 appointed him to visit
the army in South Carolina on an important mission. In 1782 he was
elected to the Virginia assembly by the county of King George, and was
by that body chosen a member of the executive council. The next year
he was chosen a delegate to the Continental Congress, and remained a
member until 1786; while a member he married a Miss Kortright, of New
York City. Retiring from Congress, he began the practice of law at
Fredericksburg, Va., but was at once elected to the legislature. In 1788
was a delegate to the State convention assembled to consider the Federal
Constitution. Was a Senator from Virginia from 1790 to 1794. In May,
1794, was appointed by Washington minister to France. He was recalled
in 1796 and was again elected to the legislature. In 1799 was elected
governor of Virginia. In 1802 was appointed by President Jefferson envoy
extraordinary to France, and in 1803 was sent to London as the successor
of Rufus King. In 1805 performed a diplomatic mission to Spain in
relation to the boundary of Louisiana, returning to London the following
year; returned to the United States in 1808. In 1811 was again elected
governor of his State, but in the same year resigned that office to
become Secretary of State under President Madison. After the capture
of Washington, in 1814, he was appointed to the War Department, which
position he held until 1815, without relinquishing the office of
Secretary of State. He remained at the head of the Department of State
until the close of Mr. Madison's term. Was elected President in 1816,
and reelected in 1820, retiring March 4, 1825, to his residence in
Loudoun County, Va. In 1829 was elected a member of the convention
called to revise the constitution of the State, and was unanimously
chosen to preside over its deliberations. He was forced by ill health
to retire from office, and removed to New York to reside with his
son-in-law, Mr. Samuel L. Gouverneur. He died July 4, 1831, and was
buried in New York City, but in 1858 his remains were removed to
Richmond, Va.
LETTER FROM THE PRESIDENT ELECT.
The President of the Senate communicated the following letter from the
President elect of the United States:
CITY OF WASHINGTON, _March 1, 1817_.
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What the Man Who
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THE ARAN ISLANDS
BY
JOHN M. SYNGE
Introduction
The geography of the Aran Islands is very simple, yet it may need a
word to itself. There are three islands: Aranmor, the north island,
about nine miles long; Inishmaan, the middle island, about three
miles and a half across, and nearly round in form; and the south
island, Inishere--in Irish, east island,--like the middle island but
slightly smaller. They lie about thirty miles from Galway, up the
centre of the bay, but they are not far from the cliffs of County
Clare, on the south, or the corner of Connemara on the north.
Kilronan, the principal village on Aranmor, has been so much changed
by the fishing industry, developed there by the Congested Districts
Board, that it has now very little to distinguish it from any
fishing village on the west coast of Ireland. The other islands are
more primitive, but even on them many changes are being made, that
it was not worth while to deal with in the text.
In the pages that follow I have given a direct account of my life on
the islands, and of what I met with among them, inventing nothing,
and changing nothing that is essential. As far as possible, however,
I have disguised the identity of the people I speak of, by making
changes in their names, and in the letters I quote, and by altering
some local and family relationships. I have had nothing to say about
them that was not wholly in their favour, but I have made this
disguise to keep them from ever feeling that a too direct use had
been made of their kindness, and friendship, for which I am more
grateful than it is easy to say.
Part I
I am in Aranmor, sitting over a turf fire, listening to a murmur of
Gaelic that is rising from a little public-house under my room.
The steamer which comes to Aran sails according to the tide, and it
was six o'clock this morning when we left the quay of Galway in a
dense shroud of mist.
A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the
movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost
sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the
rigging, and a small circle of foam.
There were few passengers; a couple of men going out with young pigs
tied loosely in sacking, three or four young girls who sat in the
cabin with their heads completely twisted in their shawls, and a
builder, on his way to repair the pier at Kilronan, who walked up
and down and talked with me.
In about three hours Aran came in sight. A dreary rock appeared at
first sloping up from the sea into the fog; then, as we drew nearer,
a coast-guard station and the village.
A little later I was wandering out along the one good roadway of the
island, looking over low walls on either side into small flat fields
of naked rock. I have seen nothing so desolate. Grey floods of water
were sweeping everywhere upon the limestone, making at limes a wild
torrent of the road, which twined continually over low hills and
cavities in the rock or passed between a few small fields of
potatoes or grass hidden away in corners that had shelter. Whenever
the cloud lifted I could see the edge of the sea below me on the
right, and the naked ridge of the island above me on the other side.
Occasionally I passed a lonely chapel or schoolhouse, or a line of
stone pillars with crosses above them and inscriptions asking a
prayer for the soul of the person they commemorated.
I met few people; but here and there a band of tall girls passed me
on their way to Kilronan, and called out to me with humorous wonder,
speaking English with a slight foreign intonation that differed a
good deal from the brogue of Galway. The rain and cold seemed to
have no influence on their vitality and as they hurried past me with
eager laughter and great talking in Gaelic, they left the wet masses
of rock more desolate than before.
A little after midday when I was coming back one old half-blind man
spoke to me in Gaelic, but, in general, I was surprised at the
abundance and fluency of the foreign tongue.
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IOLAeUS
_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_
A SON OF CAIN: POEMS. Cr. 8vo. 3/6 net.
IN THE WAKE OF THE PH[OE]NIX: POEMS. F'cap. 8vo. 3/6 net.
IOLAeUS:
THE MAN THAT WAS A GHOST
BY
JAMES A. MACKERETH
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK, BOMBAY AND CALCUTTA
1913
TO THE MEMORY OF
MY FRIEND
ARTHUR RANSOM
HAIL AND FAREWELL
To A.R.
We range the ringing <DW72>s of life; but you
Scale the last summit, high in lonelier air,
Whose dizzy pinnacle each soul must dare
For valedictions born and ventures new.
From dust to spirit climb, O brave and true!
Strong in the wisdom that is more than prayer;
High o'er the mists of pain and of despair,
Mount to the vision, and the far adieu.
Merged in the vastness, with a calm surmise
Mount, lonely climber, brightened from afar;
Whose soul is secret as the evening-star;
Whose steps are toward the ultimate surprise:
No dubious morrow dims those daring eyes--
Divinely lit whence truth's horizons are.
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THE CHRONICLES OF CLOVIS
by
"SAKI" (H. H. MUNRO)
with an Introduction by A. A. MILNE
TO THE LYNX KITTEN,
WITH HIS RELUCTANTLY GIVEN CONSENT,
THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY
DEDICATED
H. H. M.
August, 1911
INTRODUCTION
There are good things which we want to share with the world and good
things which we want to keep to ourselves. The secret of our favourite
restaurant, to take a case, is guarded jealously from all but a few
intimates; the secret, to take a contrary case, of our infallible
remedy for seasickness is thrust upon every traveller we meet, even if
he be no more than a casual acquaintance about to cross the Serpentine.
So with our books. There are dearly loved books of which we babble to a
neighbour at dinner, insisting that she shall share our delight in
them; and there are books, equally dear to us, of which we say nothing,
fearing lest the praise of others should cheapen the glory of our
discovery. The books of "Saki" were, for me at least, in the second
class.
It was in the WESTMINSTER GAZETTE that I discovered him (I like to
remember now) almost as soon as he was discoverable. Let us spare a
moment, and a tear, for those golden days in the early nineteen
hundreds, when there were five leisurely papers of an evening in which
the free-lance might graduate, and he could speak of his Alma Mater,
whether the GLOBE or the PALL MALL, with as much pride as, he never
doubted, the GLOBE or the PALL MALL would speak one day of him. Myself
but lately down from ST. JAMES', I was not too proud to take some
slight but pitying interest in men of other colleges. The unusual name
of a freshman up at WESTMINSTER attracted my attention; I read what he
had to say; and it was only by reciting rapidly with closed eyes the
names of our own famous alumni, beginning confidently with Barrie and
ending, now very doubtfully, with myself, that I was able to preserve
my equanimity. Later one heard that this undergraduate from overseas
had gone up at an age more advanced than customary; and just as
Cambridge men have been known to complain of the maturity of Oxford
Rhodes scholars, so one felt that this WESTMINSTER free-lance in the
thirties was no fit competitor for the youth of other colleges.
Indeed, it could not compete.
Well, I discovered him, but only to the few, the favoured, did I speak
of him. It may have been my uncertainty (which still persists) whether
he called himself Sayki, Sahki or Sakki which made me thus ungenerous
of his name, or it may have been the feeling that the others were not
worthy of him; but how refreshing it was when some intellectually
blown-up stranger said "Do you ever read Saki?" to reply, with the same
pronunciation and even greater condescension: "Saki! He has been my
favourite author for years!"
A strange exotic creature, this Saki, to us many others who were trying
to do it too. For we were so domestic, he so terrifyingly
cosmopolitan. While we were being funny, as planned, with collar-studs
and hot-water bottles, he was being much funnier with werwolves and
tigers. Our little dialogues were between John and Mary; his, and how
much better, between Bertie van Tahn and the Baroness. Even the most
casual intruder into one of his sketches, as it might be our Tomkins,
had to be called Belturbet or de Ropp, and for his hero, weary
man-of-the-world at seventeen, nothing less thrilling than Clovis
Sangrail would do. In our envy we may have wondered sometimes if it
were not much easier to be funny with tigers than with collar-studs; if
Saki's careless cruelty, that strange boyish insensitiveness of his,
did not give him an unfair start in the pursuit of laughter. It may
have been so; but, fortunately, our efforts to be funny in the Saki
manner have not survived to prove it.
What is Saki's manner, what his magic talisman? Like every artist
worth consideration, he had no recipe. If his exotic choice of subject
was often his strength, it was often his weakness; if his
insensitiveness carried him through, at times, to victory, it brought
him, at times, to defeat. I do not think that he has that "mastery of
the CONTE"--in this book at least--which some have claimed for him.
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etext. Corrections of some obvious typographical errors have been made
(a list follows the etext); the spellings of several words currently
spelled in a different manner have been left un-touched. (i.e.
chesnut/chestnut; sanatory/sanitary; every thing/everything;
hords/hoards; visiters/visitors; her's/her;s negociation/negotiation.)
The accentuation of words in Spanish has not been corrected or
normalized.
[Illustration:
_On Stone by T. J. Rawlins from a Sketch by Capt C. R. Scott._
_R. Martin lithog., 26, Long Acre._
THE GENERALIFE, PALACE AND VALLEY OF THE DARRO.
FROM A WINDOW IN THE ALHAMBRA.
_Published by Henry Colburn, 13, G.t Marlborough St._]
EXCURSIONS
IN THE
MOUNTAINS
OF
RONDA AND GRANADA,
WITH CHARACTERISTIC SKETCHES
OF THE INHABITANTS OF THE SOUTH OF SPAIN.
BY
CAPTAIN C. ROCHFORT SCOTT,
AUTHOR OF "TRAVELS IN EGYPT AND CANDIA."
"_Aqui hermano Sancho, podemos meter las manos_
_hasta los codos, en esto que llaman aventuras._"
DON QUIJOTE.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON: HENRY COLBURN, PUBLISHER, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.--1838.
LONDON:
F. SHOBERL, JUN. 51, RUPERT STREET, HAYMARKET.
DEDICATION.
To the Valued Friends who witnessed, and whom a congeniality of taste
led to _enjoy_ with me, the scenes herein described--whose wearied limbs
have sought repose upon the same hard floor--whose spoons have been
dipped in the same _Gazpacho_, I dedicate these pages.
In the course of our perigrinations we have often observed to each
other,
"Haec olim meminisse juvabit."
C. ROCHFORT SCOTT.
Woolwich, 26th October.
CONTENTS
OF
THE FIRST VOLUME.
PREFATORY CHAPTER.
Containing little more than an Invocation--A Dissertation--A Choice of
Miseries--A Bill of Fare--And a Receipt for making a Favourite Spanish
Dish.....1
CHAPTER I.
Gibraltar--Forbidden Ground--Derivation of the Name--Curious
Provisions of the Treaty of Utrecht--Extraction of Saints without a
Miracle--Demoniacal Possessions--Beauty of the Scenery--Agremens of the
Garrison--Its Importance to Great Britain, but Impolicy of making it a
Free Port to all Nations--Lamentable Changes--Sketch of the Character of
the Mountaineers of Ronda--English Quixotism--Political Opinions of the
Different Classes in Spain.....21
CHAPTER II.
San Roque--Singular Title of "the City
Authorities"--Situation--Climate--The late Sir George Don, Lieutenant
Governor of Gibraltar--Anecdote Illustrative of the Character of the
Spanish Government--Society of Spain--The Tertulia--The Various Circles
of Spanish Society Tested by Smoking--Erroneous Notions of English
Liberty and Religion--Startling Lental Ceremonies.....41
CHAPTER III.
Country in the Vicinity of San Roque--Ruins of the Ancient City
of Carteia--Field of Battle of Alphonso the Eleventh--Journey to
Ronda--Forest of Almoraima--Mouth of the Lions--Fine Scenery--Town of
Gaucin--A Spanish Inn--Old Castle at Gaucin--Interior of an Andalusian
Posada--Spanish Humour--Mountain Wine.....59
CHAPTER IV.
Journey to Ronda Continued--A Word on the Passport and Bill of Health
Nuisances, and Spanish Custom-House Officers--Romantic Scenery--Splendid
View--Benadalid--Atajate--First View of the Vale of Ronda--A
Dissertation on Adventures, to make up for their absence--Ludicrous
Instance of the Effects of Putting the Cart before the Horse.....83
CHAPTER V.
The Basin of Ronda--Sources of the River Guadiara--Remarkable Chasm
through which it flows--City of Ronda--Date of its Foundation--Former
Names--General Description--Castle--Bridges--Splendid Scenery--Public
Buildings--Amphitheatre--Population--Trade--Smuggling--Wretched State of
the Commerce, Manufactures, and Internal Communications of Spain, and
Evils and Inconvenience resulting therefrom--Rare Productions of the
Basin of Ronda--Amenity of its Climate--Agremens of the City--Excellent
Society--Character of its Inhabitants.....99
CHAPTER VI.
Ronda Fair--Spanish Peasantry--Various Costumes--Jockeys and
Horses--Lovely view from the New Alameda--Bull Fights--Defence of
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[Illustration: UNDER BLUE SKIES]
JULIUS BIEN & CO. LITH.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Under
Blue
Skies.
Verses &
Pictures
By
S. J. Brigham
Worthington Co.
747 BWAY. N. Y.
[Illustration]
UNDER BLUE SKIES.
_(Frontispiece)_
Under blue skies
Daffodils dance, and the Oriole flies,
Bright, golden butterflies float on the breeze
Over the clover with brown honey-bees;
Daisies and buttercups, slender and tall,
Nod to the roses that cover the wall,
Under blue skies.
Under blue skies,
Every day brings us a sweeter surprise,
Blooming of flowers and singing of birds,
Words without song, and song without words;
A world of bright children, all happy and gay,
In sunshine and shadow, at work and at play.
Copyright, 1886, by S. J. Brigham, N. Y.
Contents.
_UNDER BLUE SKIES._
_LITTLE NEIGHBORS._
_STUDY-HOUR._
_THE LETTER._
_DAFFY DIL AND JONNY QUIL._
_CAMPING SONG._
_THE FAMILY DRIVE._
_SILENT VOICES. I. DAISIES._
_SILENT VOICES. II. BLUE-EYED GRASS._
_SILENT VOICES. III. CLOSING FLOWERS._
_DANDELION._
_SWEET GRASS._
_THE MULLEIN PATCH._
"_TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET._"
_THE SAND-MAN._
_THE LILY POND._
_LUNCH TIME._
"_WHIRL THE BOAT._"
_KINDERGARTEN._
_THE ORIOLE'S NEST._
_THE JUNE-BUG._
_CHOCOLATE DROP._
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
LITTLE NEIGHBORS.
Birds a-singing in the trees,
Marigolds a-blowing;
Bees a-humming what they please,
Coming and a-going;
Hiding in the hollyhocks,
Swinging on the clover,
Climbing up the Lily-stalks,
Honey running over.
Breath of roses in the air,
Roses are in hiding;
Breezes will not tell us where,—
Winds are not confiding;
Down the walks the children wind,
Through the fence a-peeping;
Like the bees and birds they find
Treasures for the seeking.
Little neighbors, like the birds,
Sing and talk at pleasure;
Like the bees, with honeyed words,
Choose their time and measure;
Like sweet peas they cling and climb,
Here and there and yonder;
All the pleasant summer-time
They visit and they wander.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
STUDY-HOUR.
O hush! you Robin, you sing and swing
In the lilac tree,
And my lessons seem long when I hear your song
So happy and free.
If only the hours had wings, I know
They would flutter away,
Like the bird on the tree, or the velvet bee,
Or the butterfly gay.
But then I know that a maid like me
Has a life to live,
And my heart and my mind has something to find
Before it can give.
O rest you, Robin, a little while
Your voice and your wing!
And then by-and-by dear Robin and I
Will both sing and swing.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE LETTER.
"O, wait, little maiden,
With hand letter-laden!
I'll take it one minute,
And please tell me who
You have written it to,
And all that is in it."
"Ah, no!" said the maiden,
"With love it is laden,
No stranger can take it:
I will just tell you this,
It is sealed with a kiss,
And _Mamma_ will break it."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
DAFFY DIL
AND
JONNY QUIL.
Said Jonny Quil
to Daffy Dil,
His pretty country cousin:
"Now is our chance
to have a dance,
Your sisters, full a dozen,
Are here in golden
cap and frill;
What say you,
Cousin Daffy Dil?"
Said Daffy Dil
to Jonny Quil,
"To dance would give
us pleasure;
But, then, you know,
the wind must blow,
To beat our time
and measure.
Young April Wind
will be here soon,
And he will whistle
us a tune."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
CAMPING SONG.
O who would live in a cottage close,
Shut in like a captive bird?
I would sooner have a tent like mine,
Within the shade of a fragrant pine,
Where the breaking waves are heard,—
Are heard,
The breaking waves are heard.
The song of winds in the sweet pine tree,
The waters that kiss the shore,
The white-winged sea-bird's mellow cry,
Mingled in one sweet melody,
Steals softly in at my door,—
My door,
Steals in at my open door.
All day I sing and read and sew,
Beneath this sheltering pine,
Kissed by cool breezes from the sea,
And people passing envy me,
And wish for a tent like mine,—
Like mine,
For a cosy tent like mine.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE FAMILY DRIVE.
"Heigh, ho!"
Like the wind we go,
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
VOL. 93
SEPTEMBER 24, 1887.
Illustration: RECORD OF THE SESSION--422.
AKERS-DOUGLAS }
COLONEL WALROND } Dead Heat.
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TRIAL OF THE
OFFICERS AND CREW OF THE PRIVATEER SAVANNAH,
ON THE CHARGE OF PIRACY,
IN THE UNITED STATES CIRCUIT COURT FOR
THE SOUTHERN DISTRICT OF NEW YORK.
HON. JUDGES NELSON AND SHIPMAN, PRESIDING.
REPORTED BY A. F. WARBURTON, STENOGRAPHER,
AND CORRECTED BY THE COUNSEL.
NEW YORK:
BAKER & GODWIN, PRINTERS,
PRINTING-HOUSE SQUARE, OPPOSITE CITY HALL.
1862.
CONTENTS.
Page
PRELIMINARY PROCEEDINGS:
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OUTA KAREL'S STORIES
South African Folk-Lore Tales
By
SANNI METELERKAMP
With illustrations by Constance Penstone
Macmillan and Co., Limited
St. Martin's Street, London
1914
To all children
young and old
who love a folk-lore story
FOREWORD.
My thanks are due to Dr. Maitland Park, Editor of The Cape Times, and
Adv. B. K. Long, M.L.A., Editor of The State, for their kind permission
to republish such of these tales as have appeared in their papers.
For the leading idea in "The Sun" and "The Stars and the Stars'
Road," I gladly acknowledge my indebtedness to that monument of
patient labour and research, "Specimens of Bushman Folk-lore," by
the late Dr. Bleek and Miss Lucy Lloyd.
Further, I lay no claim to originality for any of the stories in this
collection--at best a very small proportion of a vast store from which
the story-teller of the future may draw, embodying the superstitions,
the crude conceptions, the childish ideas of a primitive and rapidly
disappearing people. They are known in some form or other wherever
the <DW64> has set foot, and are the common property of every country
child in South Africa.
I greatly regret that they appear here in what is, to them, a foreign
tongue. No one who has not heard them in the Taal--that quaint,
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MASTER FRANCIS RABELAIS
FIVE BOOKS OF THE LIVES, HEROIC DEEDS AND SAYINGS OF
GARGANTUA AND HIS SON PANTAGRUEL
Book V.
Translated into English by
Sir Thomas Urquhart of Cromarty
and
Peter Antony Motteux
The text of the first Two Books of Rabelais has been reprinted from the
first edition (1653) of Urquhart's translation. Footnotes initialled 'M.'
are drawn from the Maitland Club edition (1838); other footnotes are by the
translator. Urquhart's translation of Book III. appeared posthumously in
1693, with a new edition of Books I. and II., under Motteux's editorship.
Motteux's rendering of Books IV. and V. followed in 1708. Occasionally (as
the footnotes indicate) passages omitted by Motteux have been restored from
the 1738 copy edited by Ozell.
THE FIFTH BOOK
The Author's Prologue.
Indefatigable topers, and you, thrice precious martyrs of the smock, give
me leave to put a serious question to your worships while you are idly
striking your codpieces, and I myself not much better employed. Pray, why
is it that people say that men are not such sots nowadays as they were in
the days of yore? Sot is an old word that signifies a dunce, dullard,
jolthead, gull, wittol, or noddy, one without guts in his brains, whose
cockloft is unfurnished, and, in short, a fool. Now would I know whether
you would have us understand by this same saying, as indeed you logically
may, that formerly men were fools and in this generation are grown wise?
How many and what dispositions made them fools? How many and what
dispositions were wanting to make 'em wise? Why were they fools? How
should they be wise? Pray, how came you to know that men were formerly
fools? How did you find that they are now wise? Who the devil made 'em
fools? Who a God's name made 'em wise? Who d'ye think are most, those
that loved mankind foolish, or those that love it wise? How long has it
been wise? How long otherwise? Whence proceeded the foregoing folly?
Whence the following wisdom? Why did the old folly end now, and no later?
Why did the modern wisdom begin now, and no sooner? What were we the worse
for the former folly? What the better for the succeeding wisdom? How
should the ancient folly be come to nothing? How should this same new
wisdom be started up and established?
Now answer me, an't please you. I dare not adjure you in stronger terms,
reverend sirs, lest I make your pious fatherly worships in the least
uneasy. Come, pluck up a good heart; speak the truth and shame the devil.
Be cheery, my lads; and if you are for me, take me off three or five
bumpers of the best, while I make a halt at the first part of the sermon;
then answer my question. If you are not for me, avaunt! avoid, Satan! For
I swear by my great-grandmother's placket (and that's a horrid oath), that
if you don't help me to solve that puzzling problem, I will, nay, I already
do repent having proposed it; for still I must remain nettled and
gravelled, and a devil a bit I know how to get off. Well, what say you?
I'faith, I begin to smell you out. You are not yet disposed to give me an
answer; nor I neither, by these whiskers. Yet to give some light into the
business, I'll e'en tell you what had been anciently foretold in the matter
by a venerable doctor, who, being moved by the spirit in a prophetic vein,
wrote a book ycleped the Prelatical Bagpipe. What d'ye think the old
fornicator saith? Hearken, you old noddies, hearken now or never.
The jubilee's year, when all like fools were shorn,
Is about thirty supernumerary.
O want of veneration! fools they seemed,
But, persevering, with long breves, at last
No more they shall be gaping greedy fools.
For they shall shell the shrub's delicious fruit,
Whose flower they in the spring so much had feared.
Now you have it, what do you make on't? The seer is ancient, the style
laconic, the sentences dark like those of Scotus, though they treat of
matters dark enough in themselves. The best commentators on that good
father take the jubilee after the thirtieth to be the years that are
included in this present age till 1550 (there being but one jubilee every
fifty years). Men shall no longer be thought fools next green peas season.
The fools, whose number, as Solomon certifies, is infinite, shall go to pot
like a parcel of mad bedlamites as they are; and all manner of folly shall
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ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS
By George Meredith
1897
CONTENTS:
BOOK 1.
I. ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE
II. THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE
III. OLD VEUVE
IV. THE SECOND BOTTLE
V. THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD
VI. NATALY
VII. BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THE WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL
VIII. SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS.
IX. AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS
X. SKEPSEY IN MOTION
XI. WHEREIN WE BEHOLD THE COUPLE JUSTIFIED OF LOVE HAVING SIGHT OF
THEIR SCOURGE
BOOK 2.
XII. TREATS OF THE DUMBNESS POSSIBLE WITH MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD
HAVING ONE HEART
XIII. THE LATEST OF MRS. BURMAN
XIV. DISCLOSES A STAGE ON THE DRIVE TO PARIS
XV. A PATRIOT ABROAD
XVI. ACCOUNTS FOR SKEPSEY'S MISCONDUCT, SHOWING HOW IT AFFECTED
NATALY
XVII. CHIEFLY UPON THE THEME OF A YOUNG MAID'S IMAGININGS
XVIII. SUITORS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA
BOOK 3.
XIX. TREATS OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE AND THE DISSENSION BETWEEN
THEM AND OF A SATIRIST'S MALIGNITY IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS
COUNTRY
XX. THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELAND
XXI. DARTREY FENELLAN
XXII. CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN
XXIII. TREATS OF THE LADIES' LAPDOG TASSO FOR AN INSTANCE OF MOMENTOUS
EFFECTS PRODUCED BY VERY MINOR CAUSES
XXIV. NESTA'S ENGAGEMENT
BOOK 4.
XXV. NATALY IN ACTION
XXVI. IN WHICH WE SEE A CONVENTIONAL GENTLE MAN ENDEAVOURING TO
EXAMINE A SPECTRE OF HIMSELF
XXVII. CONTAINS WHAT IS A SMALL THING OR A GREAT, AS THE SOUL OF THE
CHIEF ACTOR MAY DECIDE
XXVIII. MRS. MARSETT
XXIX. SHOWS ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD CROSSING A VIRGIN'S MIND
XXX. THE BURDEN UPON NESTA
XXXI. SHOWS HOW THE SQUIRES IN A CONQUEROR'S SERVICE HAVE AT TIMES TO
DO KNIGHTLY CONQUEST OF THEMSELVES
XXXII. SHOWS HOW TEMPER MAY KINDLE TEMPER AND AN INDIGNANT WOMAN GET
HER WEAPON
XXXIII. A PAIR OF WOOERS
XXXIV. CONTAINS DEEDS UNRELATED AND EXPOSITIONS OF FEELINGS
XXXV. IN WHICH AGAIN WE MAKE USE OF THE OLD LAMPS FOR LIGHTING AN
ABYSMAL DARKNESS
BOOK 5.
XXXVI. NESTA AND HER FATHER
XXXVII. THE MOTHER--THE DAUGHTER
XXXVIII. NATALY, NESTA, AND DARTREY FENELLAN
XXXIX. A CHAPTER IN THE SHADOW OF MRS. MARSETT
XL. AN EXPIATION
XLI. THE NIGHT OF THE GREAT UNDELIVERED SPEECH
XLII. THE LAST
ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS
By George Meredith
1897
BOOK 1.
I. ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE
II. THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE
III. OLD VEUVE
IV. THE SECOND BOTTLE
V. THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD
VI. NATALY
VII. BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THE WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL
VIII. SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS.
IX. AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS
X. SKEPSEY IN MOTION
CHAPTER I
ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE
A gentleman, noteworthy for a lively countenance and a waistcoat to match
it, crossing London Bridge at noon on a gusty April day, was almost
magically detached from his conflict with the gale by some sly strip of
slipperiness, abounding in that conduit of the markets, which had more or
less adroitly performed the trick upon preceding passengers, and now laid
this one flat amid the shuffle of feet, peaceful for the moment as the
uncomplaining who have gone to Sabrina beneath the tides. He was unhurt,
quite sound, merely astonished, he remarked, in reply to the inquiries of
the first kind helper at his elbow; and it appeared an acceptable
statement of his condition. He laughed, shook his coat-tails, smoothed
the back of his head rather thoughtfully, thankfully received his runaway
hat, nodded bright beams to right and left, and making light of the muddy
stigmas imprinted by the pavement, he scattered another shower of his
nods and smiles around, to signify, that as his good friends would wish,
he thoroughly felt his legs and could walk unaided. And he was in the
act of doing it, questioning his familiar behind the waistcoat amazedly,
to tell him how such a misadventure could have occurred to him of all
men, when a glance below his chin discomposed his outward face. 'Oh,
confound the fellow!' he said, with simple frankness, and was humorously
ruffled, having seen absurd blots of smutty knuckles distributed over the
maiden waistcoat.
His outcry was no more than the confidential communication of a genial
spirit with that distinctive article of his attire. At the same time,
for these friendly people about him to share the fun of the annoyance,
he looked hastily brightly back, seeming with the contraction of his
brows to frown, on the little band of observant Samaritans; in the centre
of whom a man who knew himself honourably unclean, perhaps consequently a
bit of a political jewel, hearing one of their number confounded for his
pains, and by the wearer of a superfine dashing-white waistcoat, was
moved to take notice of the total deficiency of gratitude in this kind of
gentleman's look and pocket. If we ask for nothing for helping gentlemen
to stand upright on their legs, and get it, we expect civility into the
bargain. Moreover, there are reasons in nature why we choose to give
sign of a particular surliness when our wealthy superiors would have us
think their condescending grins are cordials.
The gentleman's eyes were followed on a second hurried downward grimace,
the necessitated wrinkles of which could be stretched by malevolence to a
semblance of haughty disgust; reminding us, through our readings in
journals, of the wicked overblown Prince Regent and his Court, together
with the view taken of honest labour in the mind of supercilious luxury,
even if indebted to it freshly for a trifle; and the hoar-headed
nineteenth-century billow of democratic ire craved the word to be set
swelling.
'Am I the fellow you mean, sir?' the man said.
He was answered, not ungraciously: 'All right, my man.'
But the balance of our public equanimity is prone to violent antic
bobbings on occasions when, for example, an ostentatious garment shall
appear disdainful our class and ourself, and coin of the realm has not
usurped command of one of the scales: thus a fairly pleasant answer, cast
in persuasive features, provoked the retort:
'There you're wrong; nor wouldn't be.'
'What's that?' was the gentleman's musical inquiry.
'That's flat, as you was half a minute ago,' the man rejoined.
'Ah, well, don't be impudent,' the gentleman said, by way of amiable
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predates "New Style" (classical) pronunciation. Note in particular
the pronunciation of "j" ("Never jam today") and of all vowels ("Yes,
you Can-u-leia").
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[Frontispiece:
"Painted and Engraved by John Leech, R.C.A."]
THE COMIC
LATIN GRAMMAR;
A new and facetious Introduction
to the
LATIN TONGUE.
With Numerous Illustrations.
The Second Edition.
London:
CHARLES TILT, FLEET STREET.
MDCCCXL.
Coe, Printer, 27, Old Change, St. Paul's.
ADVERTISEMENT
TO THE SECOND EDITION.
The Author of this little work cannot allow a second edition of it to go
forth to the world, unaccompanied by a few words of apology, he being
desirous of imitating, in every respect, the example of distinguished
writers.
He begs that so much as the consciousness of being answerable for a
great deal of nonsense, usually prompts a man to say, in the hope of
disarming criticism, may be considered to have been said already. But he
particularly requests that the want of additions to his book may be
excused; and pleads, in arrest of judgment, his numerous and absorbing
avocations.
Wishing to atone as much as possible for this deficiency, and prevailed
upon by the importunity of his friends, he has allowed a portrait of
himself, by that eminent artist, Mr. John Leech, to whom he is indebted
for the embellishments, and very probably for the sale of the book, to
be presented, facing the title-page, to the public.
Here again he has been influenced by the wish to comply with the
requisitions of custom, and the disinclination to appear odd, whimsical,
or peculiar.
On the admirable sketch itself, bare justice requires that he should
speak somewhat in detail. The likeness he is told, he fears by too
partial admirers, is excellent. The principle on which it has been
executed, that of investing with an ideal magnitude, the proportions of
nature, is plainly, from what we observe in heroic poetry, painting, and
sculpture, the soul itself of the superhuman and sublime. Of the
justness of the metaphorical compliment implied in the delineation of
the head, it is not for the author to speak; of its exquisiteness and
delicacy, his sense is too strong for expression. The habitual
pensiveness of the elevated eyebrows, mingled with the momentary gaiety
of the rest of the countenance, is one of the most successful points in
the picture, and is as true to nature as it is indicative of art.
The Author's tailor, though there are certain reasons why his name
should not appear in print, desires to express his obligation to the
talented artist for the very favourable impression which, without
prejudice to truth, has been given to the public of his skill. The ease
so conspicuous in the management of the surtout, and the thought so
remarkable in the treatment of the trousers, fully warrant his
admiration and gratitude.
Too great praise cannot be bestowed on the boots, considered with
reference to art, though in this respect the Author is quite sensible
that both himself and the maker of their originals have been greatly
flattered. He is also perfectly aware that there is a degree of
neatness, elegance, and spirit in the tie of the cravat, to which he has
in reality never yet been able to attain.
In conclusion, he is much gratified by the taste displayed in furnishing
him with so handsome a walking stick; and he assures all whom it may
concern, that the hint thus bestowed will not be lost upon him; for he
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SONNETS
BY THE
NAWAB NIZAMAT JUNG BAHADUR
"_Love is not discoverable by the eye, but only by the soul. Its
elements are indeed innate in our mortal constitution, and we
give it the names of Joy and Aphrodite; but in its highest nature no
mortal hath fully comprehended it_."
EMPEDOCLES.
"_Every one choose the object of his affections according to his
character.... The Divine is beauty, wisdom, goodness, and by these the
wings of the soul are nourished_."
PLATO.
1917
CONTENTS
FOREWORD, BY R.C. FRASER
NOTE ON THE HISTORY OF THE SONNET IN ENGLISH LITERATURE
PROLOGUE
I. REBIRTH
II. THE CROWN OF LIFE
III. BEFORE THE THRONE
IV. WORSHIP
V. UNITY
VI. LOVE'S SILENCE
VII. THE SUBLIME HOPE
VIII. THE HEART OF LOVE
IX. "'TWIXT STAR AND STAR"
X. THE HIGHER KNIGHTHOOD
XI. IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM
XII. ETERNAL JOY
XIII. CONSTANCY
XIV. CALM AFTER STORM
XV. THE STAR OF LOVE
XVI. IMPRISONED MUSIC
XVII. LOVE'S MESSAGE
XVIII. ECSTASY
XIX. THE DREAM
XX. ETHEREAL BEAUTY
XXI. A CROWN OF THORNS
XXII. TWO HEARTS IN ONE
XXIII. YEARNING
XXIV. LOVE'S GIFT
EPILOGUE
FOREWORD
BY RICHARD CHARLES FRASER
The following Sonnet Sequence,--written during rare intervals of leisure
in a busy and strenuous life,--was privately printed in Madras early in
1914, without any intention of publication on the part of the author. He
has, however, now consented to allow it to be given to a wider audience;
and we anticipate in many directions a welcome for this small but
significant volume by the writer of _India to England_, one of the most
popular and often-quoted lyrics evoked by the Great War.
The Nawab Nizamat Jung Bahadur, was born in the State of Hyderabad, but
educated in England; and there are some--at Cambridge and elsewhere--who
will remember his keenly discriminating interest in British history and
literature, and the comprehensive way he, in a few words, would indicate
his impressions of poets and heroes, long dead, but to him ever-living.
His appreciation was both ardent and just; he could swiftly recognise
the nobler elements in characters which at first glance might seem
startlingly dissimilar; and he could pass without apparent effort from
study of the lives of men of action to the inward contemplations of
abstruse philosophers.
To those who have not met him, it may appear paradoxical to say that his
tastes were at the same moment acutely fastidious and widely
sympathetic; but anyone who has talked with him will recall the blend of
high impersonal ideas with a remarkable personality which seldom failed
to stimulate other minds--even if those others shared few if any of his
intellectual tastes.
A famous British General (still living) was once asked, "What is the
most essential quality for a great leader of men?" And he replied in one
word "SYMPATHY." The General was speaking of leadership in relation to
warfare; and by "Sympathy" he meant swift insight into the minds of
others; and, with this insight, the power to arouse and fan into a flame
the spark of chivalry and true nobility in each. The career of the Nawab
Nizamat Jung has not been set in the world of action,--he is at present
a Judge of the High Court in Hyderabad,--but nevertheless this
definition of sympathy is not irrelevant, for the Nawab's personal
influence has been more subtle and far-reaching than he himself is yet
aware. His love of poetry and history, if on the one hand it has
intensified his realisation of the sorrows and tragedies of earthly
life, on the other hand has equipped him with a power to awake in others
a vivid consciousness of the moral value of literature,--through which
(for the mere asking) we any of us can find our way into a kingdom of
great ideas. This kingdom is also the kingdom of eternal realities--or
so at least it should be; and those who in the early nineties in England
talked with Nizamoudhin (as he then was) could scarcely fail to notice
that he valued the genius of an author, or the exploits of a character
in history, chiefly in proportion to the permanent and vital nature of
the truths this character had laboured to express--whether in words or
action.
But Truth, has many faces; and scarcely any poet (except perhaps
Shakespeare) has come within measurable distance of expressing every
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NOTE TO PAGE 56.
Sir Charles Tupper tells me that I was totally misinformed. I am sorry
to have been led astray, and have pleasure in making the correction,
which was received, unfortunately, after the chapter had been worked off.
[Picture: Dr. Barnardo’s Distributing Home for Children, Peterborough,
Ontario]
PICTURES
OF
CANADIAN LIFE
* * * * *
A Record of Actual Experiences
* * * * *
BY
J. EWING RITCHIE
AUTHOR OF ‘EAST ANGLIA,’ ‘BRITISH SENATORS,’ ‘ON THE
TRACK OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS,’ ETC., ETC.
* * * * *
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THE
HISTORY OF DUELLING:
INCLUDING,
NARRATIVES
OF THE MOST
REMARKABLE PERSONAL ENCOUNTERS
THAT HAVE TAKEN PLACE FROM THE EARLIEST PERIOD
TO THE PRESENT TIME.
BY
J. G. MILLINGEN, M.D. F.R.S.
AUTHOR OF “CURIOSITIES OF MEDICAL EXPERIENCE,” ETC.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET,
Publisher in Ordinary to Her Majesty.
1841.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY,
Bangor House, Shoe Lane.
CONTENTS
OF
THE FIRST VOLUME.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY OBSERVATIONS.
Object of the Work.--Ancient Duels and Single Combats
characterized.--Origin of Duelling.--Trials by Ordeal.--Treachery
and ferocity of the days of Chivalry.--Light thrown by
the History of Duelling on the Manners and Constitutions
of Society at different periods.--Introduction into the British
Isles.--Advantages to be derived from chronicling the hideous
details Page 1
CHAPTER II.
ON DUELLING AMONG THE ANCIENTS, AND IN OLDEN TIMES.
The practice of Duelling unknown to the Ancients.--Personal
conflicts of their Warriors.--Wrestlers in the Pancration.--Introduction
of the Cæstus.--Female Pugilists.--Gladiators.--National
conflicts.--Battle of the Thirty.--Onset between
Bembrough and Beaumanoir.--Combat between Seven French
and Seven English Knights.--Challenges between Sovereigns.--Francis
the First and Charles the Fifth.--Edward the Third
and Philip de Valois.--Christian the Fourth of Denmark and
Charles the Ninth of Sweden.--Sully’s description of Duellists Page 9
Chapter III.
THE ORIGIN OF DUELLING.
Association of Brute Courage with Superstition.--Religion
and Love.--Barbarous Courage of the Northern Nations.--Personal
appeal to arms traced to their irruption in the Fifth
Century.--Universal militarism.--Decision of Differences by
brute force.--Establishment of Ordeals.--Judicial Combats.--Law
of Gundebald, King of the Burgundians.--Mode of conducting
these Judicial Combats.--A Burgundian Conflict described.--Lady
Spectatresses.--Duel between Baron des
Guerres and the Sieur de Faudilles.--Mode of conducting Ordeals
and Judicial Combats.--The Weapons.--Form of Denial.--The
Gage.--Duels by Proxy.--Bravoes, or Champions.--Trial
by Hot Iron.--Trial by Hot and Cold Water.--Ordeal
of the Cross.--Ordeal by Balance.--Ordeal by Poison.--Ordeal
by Hot Oil.--Antiquity of the practice of Ordeals.--First Fire
Ordeal.--Story of Simplicius Bishop of Autun.--Account of a
Trial by Hot Water 21
CHAPTER IV.
CELEBRATED JUDICIAL DUELS.
Combat between Macaire and the Dog of Montargis.--Between
the King of Burgundy’s Chamberlain and Gamekeeper.--Between
a Courtier of Rharvald King of Lombardy
and a Cousin of the Queen.--Between Gontran and Ingelgerius,
Count of Anjou.--Ecclesiastical trials by battle.--Singular
Trial by Battle at Toledo.--Judicial trials instituted by
French Parliaments.--Edicts prohibiting Duels.--The Saviour’s
truce.--Account of the celebrated Duel between Jarnac and
De la Chasteneraye.--Combat between Albert de Luignes
and Panier.--Maugerel the King’s Killer.--Abolition of the
Trial by Ordeal in England.--Ordeal of the heated Ploughshares.--Combat
between Edward Ironside and Canute.--Introduction
of Duelling into England.--Law of Alfred.--Laws
of Edmund.--Price of Wounds and Injuries regulated.--Decision
of the Cross.--Ordeal by the Consecrated Bread and Cheese,
or Corsned.--Settlement of Feuds by Pecuniary Compensation.--Combat
between William Count d’Eu and Godefroi
Baynard--Between Henry de Essex and Robert de Montfort.--Institution
of the Grand Assizes, or Trial by Jury, by
Henry the Second.--Trial of Battle before the Court of Common
Pleas 44
CHAPTER V.
INSTITUTION OF CHIVALRY AND DUELS.
Origin of Chivalric Laws and Customs.--The Assumption of
Arms considered a Religious Rite.--Gallantry.--Union of Love and
Religion.--Institution of Knighthood.--Tilts and Tournaments.--Increase
of Duelling.--Degrading results of Chivalry.--Desperate
pranks of the Crusaders.--Massacre of the Albigenses.--Knighthood
becomes instrumental to Clerical or Military
Ambition.--The Dog of Our Lady.--Francis the First’s
Principle of Honour.--Giving the Lie.--First Chivalric Meeting.--Rules
and Regulations for the Management of Tournaments.--Tournaments
forbidden by the Clergy.--Edward the
First challenged by the Count de Chalons.--His joust with the
French Knights.--The petty Battle of Chalons.--Fatal Encounter
of Henry the Second of France with Count Montgomery.--Ferocity
and absurdity of these “Points of Honour.”--Deadly
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THE WEB OF THE GOLDEN SPIDER
by
FREDERICK ORIN BARTLETT
Author of "Joan of the Alley," etc.
Illustrated by Harrison Fisher and Charles M. Relyea
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A NIGHT IN THE LUXEMBOURG
BY
REMY DE GOURMONT
WITH PREFACE
AND APPENDIX
BY ARTHUR RANSOME
JOHN W. LUCE AND COMPANY
BOSTON MCMXII
CONTENTS
TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. By Arthur Ransome
A Night in the Luxembourg. By Remy de Gourmont
Preface
A Night in the Luxembourg
Final Note
APPENDIX: REMY de GOURMONT. By Arthur Ransome
AUTOGRAPHS--
KOPH
Reduced facsimile of the last page of M. Rose's Manuscript
TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
A general, but necessarily inadequate, account of the personality
and works of one of the finest intellects of his generation will be
found in the Appendix. I am here concerned only with _Une Nuit au
Luxembourg_, which, though it is widely read in almost every other
European language, is now for the first time translated into English.
This book, at once criticism and romance, is the best introduction
to M. de Gourmont's very various works. It created a "sensation" in
France. I think it may do as much in England, but I am anxious lest
this "sensation" should be of a kind honourable neither to us nor to
the author of a remarkable book. I do not wish a delicate and subtle
artist, a very noble philosopher, noble even if smiling, nobler
perhaps because he smiles, to be greeted with accusations of indecency
and blasphemy. But I cannot help recognising that in England, as in
many other countries, these accusations are often brought against such
philosophers as discuss in a manner other than traditional the subjects
of God and woman. These two subjects, with many others, are here the
motives of a book no less delightful than profound.
The duty of a translator is not comprised in mere fidelity. He must
reproduce as nearly as he can the spirit and form of his original, and,
since in a work of art spirit and form are one, his first care must be
to preserve as accurately as possible the contours and the shading of
his model. But he must remember (and beg his readers to remember) that
the intellectual background on which the work will appear in its new
language is different from that against which it was conceived. When
the new background is as different from the old as English from French,
he cannot but recognise that it disturbs the chiaroscuro of his work
with a quite incalculable light. It gives the contours a new quality
and the shadows a new texture. His own accuracy may thus give his work
an atmosphere not that which its original author designed.
I have been placed in such a dilemma in translating this book. Certain
phrases and descriptions were, in the French, no more than delightful
sporting of the intellect with the flesh that is its master. In the
English, for us, less accustomed to plain-speaking, and far less
accustomed to a playful attitude towards matters of which we never
speak unless with great solemnity, they became wilful parades of the
indecent. It is important to remember that they were not so in the
French, but were such things as might well be heard in a story told in
general conversation--if the talkers were Frenchmen of genius.
There is no ugliness in the frank acceptance of the flesh, that is a
motive, one among many, in this book, and perhaps more noticeable by us
than the author intended. No doubt it never occurred to M. de Gourmont
that he was writing for the English. We are only fortunate listeners
to a monologue, and must not presume upon our position to ask him to
remember we are there.
The character of that monologue is such, I think, as to justify me
in tampering very little with its design. Not only is _Une Nuit au
Luxembourg_ not a book for children or young persons--if it were,
the question would be altogether different--but it is not a book for
fools, or even for quite ordinary people. I think that no reader who
can enjoy the philosophical discussion that is its greater part will
quarrel with its Epicurean interludes. He will either forgive those
passages of which I am speaking as the pardonable idiosyncrasy of a
great man, or recognise that they are themselves illustrations of his
philosophy, essential to its exposition, and raised by that fact into
an intellectual light that justifies their retention.
The prurient minds who might otherwise peer at these passages, and
enjoy the caricatures that their own dark lanterns would throw on
the muddy wall of their comprehension, will, I think, be repelled by
the nobility of the book's philosophy. They will seek their truffles
elsewhere, and find plenty.
M. de Gourmont is perhaps more likely to be attacked for blasphemy, but
only by those who do not observe his piety towards the thing that he
most reverences, the purity and the clarity of thought. He worships in
a temple not easy to approach, a temple where the worshippers are few,
and the worship difficult. It is impossible not to respect a mind that,
in its consuming desire for liberty, strips away not fetters only but
supports. Fetters bind at first, but later it is hard to stand without
them.
His book is not a polemic against Christianity, in the same sense as
Nietzsche's _Anti-Christ_, though it does propose an ethic and an
ideal very different from those we have come to consider Christian.
When he smiles at the Acts of the Apostles as at a fairy tale, he adds
a sentence of incomparable praise and profound criticism: "These men
touch God with their hands." It may shock some people to find that the
principal speaker in the book is a god who claims to have inspired,
not Christ alone, but Pythagoras, Epicurus, Lucretius, St. Paul and
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Harper's
New Monthly Magazine
No. XXII.--March, 1852.--Vol. IV.
CONTENTS
Rodolphus.--A Franconia Story. By Jacob Abbott.
Recollections Of St. Petersburg.
A Love Affair At Cranford.
Anecdotes Of Monkeys.
The Mountain Torrent.
A Masked Ball At Vienna.
The Ornithologist.
A Child's Toy.
"Rising Generation"-Ism.
A Taste Of Austrian Jails.
Who Knew Best?
My First Place.
The Point Of Honor.
Christmas In Germany.
The Miracle Of Life.
Personal Sketches And Reminiscences. By Mary Russell Mitford.
Recollections Of Childhood.
Married Poets.--Elizabeth Barrett Browning--Robert Browning.
Incidents Of A Visit At The House Of William Cobbett.
A Reminiscence Of The French Emigration.
The Dream Of The Weary Heart.
New Discoveries In Ghosts.
Keep Him Out!
Story Of Rembrandt.
The Viper.
Esther Hammond's Wedding-Day.
My Novel; Or, Varieties In English Life.
A Brace Of Blunders By A Roving Englishman.
Public Executions In England.
What To Do In The Mean Time?
The Lost Ages.
Blighted Flowers.
Monthly Record of Current Events.
United States.
Mexico.
Great Britain.
France.
Austria And Hungary.
Editor's Table.
Editor's Easy Chair
Editor's Drawer.
Literary Notices.
A Leaf from Punch.
Fashions for March.
Footnotes
RODOLPHUS.--A FRANCONIA STORY.(1) BY JACOB ABBOTT.
SCENE OF THE STORY.
Franconia, a village among the mountains at the North.
PRINCIPAL PERSONS.
RODOLPHUS.
ELLEN LINN: his sister, residing with her aunt up the glen.
ANNIE LINN, a younger sister.
ANTOINE BIANCHINETTE, a French boy, at service at Mrs. Henry's, a short
distance from the village. He is called generally by grown people Antonio,
and by the children Beechnut.
MALLEVILLE, Mrs. Henry's niece.
ALPHONZO, called commonly Phonny, her son.
MR. KEEP, a lawyer.
Chapter I.
The manner in which indulgence and caprice on the part of the parent, lead
to the demoralization and ruin of the child, is illustrated by the history
of Rodolphus.
I. Bad Training.
Rodolphus, whatever may have been his faults, was certainly a very
ingenious boy. When he was very young he made a dove-house in the end of
his father's shed, all complete, with openings for the doves to go in and
out in front, and a door for himself behind. He made a ladder, also, by
which he could mount up to the door. He did all this with boards, which he
obtained from an old fence, for material, and an ax, and a wood saw, for
his only tools. His father, when he came to see the dove-house, was much
pleased with the ingenuity which Rodolphus had displayed in the
construction of it--though he found fault with him for taking away the
boards from the fence without permission. This, however, gave Rodolphus
very little concern.
[Illustration.]
The Rabbit House.
When the dove house was completed, Rodolphus obtained a pair of young
doves from a farmer who lived about a mile away, and put them into a nest
which he made for them in a box, inside.
At another time not long after this, he formed a plan for having some
rabbits, and accordingly he made a house for them in a corner of the yard
where he lived, a little below the village of Franconia. He made the house
out of an old barrel. He sawed a hole in one side of the barrel, near the
bottom of it, as it stood up upon one end--for a door, in order that the
rabbits might go in and out. He put a roof over the top of it, to keep out
the rain and snow. He also placed a _keg_ at the side of the barrel, by
way of wing into the building. There was a roof over this wing, too, as
well as over the main body of the house, or, rather, there was a board
placed over it, like a roof, though in respect to actual use this covering
was more properly a _lid_ than roof, for the keg was intended to be used
as a _store-room_, to keep the provisions in, which the rabbits were to
eat. The board, therefore, which formed the roof of the wing of the
building, was fastened at one edge, by leather hinges, and so could be
lifted up and let down again at pleasure.
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KISSING THE ROD.
LONDON:
HOBSON AND SON, GREAT NORTHERN PRINTING WORKS,
PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.
KISSING THE ROD.
A Novel.
BY EDMUND YATES,
AUTHOR OF "BROKEN TO HARNESS," "RUNNING THE GAUNTLET,"
"LAND AT LAST," ETC.
"The heart knoweth its own bitterness."
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON:
TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18 CATHERINE ST. STRAND.
1866.
[_All rights of translation and reproduction reserved_.]
Inscribed to
THE COUNTESS OF FIFE.
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
CHAP.
I. DAZZLED.
II. A MORNING CALL.
III. WITHIN THE PALE.
IV. MR. GUYON'S FRIEND.
V. HESTER GOULD.
VI. IN CHAMBERS.
VII. KATHARINE GUYON.
VIII. AMARYLLIS IN A MARQUEE.
IX. INVESTMENTS.
X. STRUGGLE.
XI. LEFT LAMENTING.
XII. VICTORY.
KISSING THE ROD.
CHAPTER I.
DAZZLED.
There was no name on the doorposts, nothing beyond the
number--"48"--to serve as a guide; and yet it may be doubted
whether any firm in the City was better known to the postman, the
bankers'-clerks, and all who had regular business to transact with
them, than that of Streightley and Son. The firm had been Streightley
and Son, and it had been located at 48 Bullion Lane, for the last
hundred and fifty years. They were money-brokers and scrip-sellers at
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BLIND POLICY, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
IN RAYBECK SQUARE.
"Oh, you wicked old woman! Ah, you dare to cry, and I'll send you to
bed."
"No, no, auntie, don't, please. What will dear Isabel think? You're
not going to spoil a delightful evening?"
"Of course she is not. Here, old lady; have another glass of claret--
medicinally."
Dr Chester jumped up, gave his sister and the visitor a merry look,
took the claret to the head of the table and refilled his own glass.
But the lady shook her grey sausage curls slowly, and elaborately began
to unfold a large bordered pocket-handkerchief, puckered up her plump
countenance, gazed piteously at the sweet face on her right, bent her
head over to her charming niece on the left, and then proceeded to up a
few tears.
"No, no, no, Fred; not a drop more. It only makes me worse; I can't
help it, my love."
"Yes, you can, old lady. Come, try and stop it. You'll make Bel cry
too."
"I wish she would, Fred, and repent before it's too late."
"What!" cried the doctor.
"Don't shout at me, my dear. I want to see her repent. It's very nice
to see the carriages come trooping, and to know what a famous doctor you
are; but you don't understand my complaint, Fred."
"Oh yes, I do, old lady. Grumps, eh, Laury?"
"No, no, my dear. It's heart. I've suffered too much, and the sight of
Isabel Lee, here, coming and playing recklessly on the very brink of
such a precipice, is too much for me."
The tears now began to fall fast, and the two girls rose from their
seats simultaneously to try and comfort the sufferer.
"Playing? Precipice?" cried the young doctor. "Step back, Bel dear;
you shouldn't. Auntie, what do you mean?"
"Marriage, my dear, marriage," wailed the old lady.
"Fudge?" cried the doctor. "Here, take your medicine. No; I'll pour
you out a fresh glass. You've poisoned that one with salt water."
"I haven't, Fred."
"You have, madam. I saw two great drops fall in--plop. Come, swallow
your physic. Bel, give her one of those grapes to take after it."
"No, no, no!" cried the old lady, protesting. "Don't, Laury;" but her
niece held the glass to her lips till she gulped the claret down, and it
made her cough, while the visitor exchange glances with the doctor.
"I--I didn't want it, Fred; and it's not fudge. Oh, my dear Isabel, be
warned before it is too late. Marriage is a delusion and a snare."
"Yes, and Bel's caught fast, auntie. Just going to pop her finger into
the golden wire."
"Don't, my dear; be warned in time," cried the old lady, piteously. "I
was once as young and beautiful as you are, and I said yes, and was
married, only to be forsaken at the end of ten years, to become a weary,
unhappy woman, with only three thousand four hundred and twenty-two
pounds left; and it's all melting slowly away, while when it's all gone
Heaven only knows what's to become of me."
"Poor old auntie!" said Laura Chester soothingly, taking the old lady's
head on her shoulder; but it would shake all the same.
"I had a house of my own, and now I have come down to keeping my
nephew's. Don't you marry, my poor child: take warning by me. Men are
so deceitful."
"Wrong, auntie. Men were deceivers ever."
"I'm not wrong, Fred. You've been a very good boy to me, but you're a
grown man now, and though I love you I couldn't trust you a bit."
"Thank you, aunt dear."
"I can't, my love, knowing what I do. Human nature is human nature."
"Aunt dear, for shame!" cried Laura.
"No, my dear, it's no shame, but the simple truth, and I always told
your poor father it was a sin and a crime to expose a young man to such
temptation."
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the doctor, boisterously. "Here, Bel dear, don't
you trust me."
The young people's eyes met, full of confidence, and the old lady shook
her head again.
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BY
CLARENCE L. CULLEN
AUTHOR OF
"Tales OF THE EX-TANKS."
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
_Copyright, 1898-1899-1900, By_
THE SUN PRINTING AND PUBLISHING ASSOCIATION.
_Copyright, 1900, By_
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY.
----
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTORY NOTE.
THIS WIRETAPPER WAS COLOR-BLIND.
"WHOOPING" A RACE-HORSE UNDER THE WIRE.
JUST LIKE FINDING MONEY.
THIS SON OF FONSO WAS OF NO ACCOUNT.
HARD-LUCK WAIL OF AN OLD-TIME TRAINER.
STORY OF AN "ALMOST" COMBINATION.
"RED" DONNELLY'S STREAK OF LUCK.
AND "RED BEAK JIM" TOOK THE TIP.
THE GAME OF RUNNING "RINGERS."
EXPERIENCES OF A VERDANT BOOKMAKER.
THE MAN WHO KNEW ALL ABOUT TOUTS.
A "COPPER-LINED CINCH" THAT DID GO THROUGH.
HE "COPPERED" HIS WIFE'S "HUNCHES."
A RACE HORSE THAT PAID A CHURCH DEBT.
A SEEDY SPORT'S STRING OF HORSES.
THIS TELEGRAM WAS SIGNED JUST "BUB."
STORY OF A FAMOUS PAT HAND.
GREAT LUCK AT AN INOPPORTUNE TIME.
CARD-PLAYING ON OCEAN STEAMERS.
THIS DOG KNEW THE GAME OF POKER.
WIND-UP OF A TRAIN GAME OF POKER.
QUEER PACIFIC COAST POKER.
THE PROPER TIME TO GET "COLD FEET."
CATO WAS JUST BOUND TO PLAY POKER.
FINISH OF AN EDUCATED RED MAN.
THE UNCERTAIN GAME OF STUD POKER.
THIS MAN WON TOO OFTEN.
THE NERVE OF GAMBLERS AT CRITICAL MOMENTS.
THE INSIDIOUS GAME OF SQUEEZE-SPINDLE.
----
INTRODUCTORY NOTE.
To the man who, at any period of his days, has been bitten by that
ferocious and fever-producing insect colloquially known as the "horse
bug," and likewise to the man whose nervous system has been racked by
the depredations of the "poker microbe," these tales of the turf and of
the green cloth are sympathetically dedicated. The thoroughbred running
horse is a peculiar animal. While he is often beaten, the very wisest
veterans of the turf have a favorite maxim to the effect that "The
ponies can't be beat"--meaning the thoroughbred racers; which sounds
paradoxical enough. Poker, too, is a mystifying affair, in that all men
who play it appear, from their own statements, to lose at it
persistently and perennially. There is surely something weird and
uncanny about a game that numbers only losers among its devotees.
However, poker-players are addicted to persiflage. The genuine,
dyed-in-the-wool, blown-in-the-bottle pokerist rarely acknowledges that
he is ahead of the game--until the day after.
These stories, which were originally printed in the columns of the New
York _Sun_, belong largely to the eminent domain of strict truthfulness.
If they do not serve to show that the "horse bug" and the "poker
microbe" are good things to steer clear of, they will by no means have
failed of their purpose; for the writer had nothing didactic in view in
setting them down as he heard them.
_Clarence Louis Cullen_.
_New York_, _Sept. 1, 1900._
THIS WIRETAPPER WAS COLOR-BLIND.
_And His Visual Infirmity Cost Him $15,000 and His Reputation._
"I went down to New Orleans a couple of months ago to get a young fellow
who was pretty badly wanted in my town for a two-months' campaign of
highly successful check-kiting last summer," said a Pittsburg detective
who dropped into New York on a hunt last week. "I got him all right, and
he's now doing his three years. I found him to be a pretty decent sort
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possible, including some inconsistent hyphenation. Some minor
corrections of spelling and punctuation have been made.
Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
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
CHAPTER V
THE STORMING OF BADAJOS (1812)
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[Illustration]
A WINTER NOSEGAY.
Being Tales for Children at Christmastide.
[Illustration]
LONDON:
W. SWAN SONNENSCHEIN & ALLEN,
PATERNOSTER SQUARE.
1881.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY WOODFALL & KINDER,
MILFORD LANE, STRAND, W.C.
[Illustration]
CONTENTS.
THE MAN IN THE MOON, AND HOW HE GOT THERE 1
CAT AND DOG STORIES 13
A FORTUNE IN AN EMPTY WALLET 45
The Man in the Moon.
[Illustration]
THE MAN IN THE MOON.
ONCE upon a time, long before people were able to learn what they wanted
to know from printed books, long before children had pretty pictures to
tell them tales, there lived an old student with his pupil. Together
they spent all the day in poring over musty old books and papers, trying
to find out why the sun was hot; and in the night-time they might always
be seen gazing at the sky, counting how many stars there were there.
They were very curious folk, and wanted to know the reasons for all
sorts of out-of-the-way things that everybody else was content to know
the mere facts of, such as why birds have two wings and not three, why
crocodiles have no fins, seeing that they can swim in the water, and
many other matters that would not interest sensible beings. They always
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A HOUSE-PARTY
Don Gesualdo
and
A Rainy June
by
OUIDA
Author Of "Othmar," "Princess Napeaxine," "Under Two Flags," "Wanda,"
Etc., Etc.
Philadelphia:
J. B. Lippincott Company.
1902.
A HOUSE-PARTY.
CHAPTER I.
It is an August morning. It is an old English manor-house. There is a
breakfast-room hung with old gilded leather of the times of the Stuarts;
it has oak furniture of the same period; it has leaded lattices with
stained glass in some of their frames, and the motto of the house in old
French, "J'ay bon vouloir," emblazoned there with the crest of a heron
resting in a crown. Thence, windows open on to a green, quaint, lovely
garden, which was laid out by Monsieur Beaumont when he planned the
gardens of Hampton Court. There are clipped yew-tree walks and arbors
and fantastic forms; there are stone terraces and steps like those of
Haddon, and there are peacocks which pace and perch upon them; there are
beds full of all the flowers which blossomed in the England of the
Stuarts, and birds dart and butterflies pass above them; there are huge
old trees, cedars, lime, hornbeam; beyond the gardens there are the
woods and grassy lawns of the home park.
The place is called Surrenden Court, and is one of the houses of George,
Earl of Usk,--his favorite house in what pastoral people call autumn,
and what he calls the shooting season.
Lord Usk is a well-made man of fifty, with a good-looking face, a little
spoilt by a permanent expression of irritability and impatience, which
is due to the state of his liver; his eyes are good-tempered, his mouth
is querulous; nature meant him for a very amiable man, but the
dinner-table has interfered with, and in a measure upset, the good
intentions of nature: it very often does. Dorothy, his wife, who is by
birth a Fitz-Charles, third daughter of the Duke of Derry, is a still
pretty woman of thirty-five or -six, inclined to an _embonpoint_ which
is the despair of herself and her maids; she has small features, a gay
expression, and very intelligent eyes; she does not look at all a great
lady, but she can be one when it is necessary. She prefers those merrier
moments in life in which it is not necessary. She and Lord Usk, then
Lord Surrenden, were greatly in love when they married; sixteen years
have gone by since then, and it now seems very odd to each of them that
they should ever have been so. They are not, however, bad friends, and
have even at the bottom of their hearts a lasting regard for each other.
This is saying much, as times go. When they are alone they quarrel
considerably; but then they are so seldom alone. They both consider this
disputatiousness the inevitable result of their respective relations.
They have three sons, very pretty boys and great pickles, and two young
and handsome daughters. The eldest son, Lord Surrenden, rejoices in the
names of Victor Albert Augustus George, and is generally known as Boom.
They are now at breakfast in the garden-chamber; the china is old
Chelsea, the silver is Queen Anne, the roses are old-fashioned
Jacqueminots and real cabbage roses. There is a pleasant scent from
flowers, coffee, cigarettes, and newly-mown grass. There is a litter of
many papers on the floor.
There is yet a fortnight before the shooting begins; Lord Usk feels that
those fifteen days will be intolerable; he repents a fit of fright and
economy in which he has sold his great Scotch moors and deer-forest to
an American capitalist; not having his own lands in Scotland any longer,
pride has kept him from accepting any of the many invitations of his
friends to go to them there for the Twelfth; but he has a keen dread of
the ensuing fifteen days without sport.
His wife has asked her own set; but he hates her set; he does not much
like his own; there is only Dulcia Waverley whom he does like, and Lady
Waverley will not come till the twentieth. He feels bored, hipped,
annoyed; he would like to strangle the American who has bought
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SWEET HOURS
BY
CARMEN SYLVA
LONDON
R. A. EVERETT & CO., LTD.
42 ESSEX STREET, W.C.
1904
[_All rights reserved_]
CONTENTS
PAGE
TO THE MEMORY OF QUEEN VICTORIA 1
A FRIEND 4
OUT OF THE DEEP 7
A CORONATION 10
DOWN THE STREAM 13
IN THE RUSHING WIND 16
UNDER THE SNOW 19
SOLITUDE 21
THE GNAT 24
REST 27
THE SHADOW 32
THE GLOWWORM 35
A DREAM 37
IN THE DARK 40
THE SENTINEL 43
LETHE 47
A DEBTOR 51
"VENGEANCE IS MINE," SAITH THE LORD 54
NIGHT 58
ROUSED 62
SADNESS 66
WHEN JOY IS DEAD 68
A ROOM 71
UNREST 74
TO THE MEMORY OF QUEEN VICTORIA
[Illustration]
These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw
Such grief, that they could see no more. The heart--
That quick'ning pulse of nations--could not bear
Another throb of pain, and could not hear
Another cry of tortur'd motherhood.
Those uncomplaining lips, they sob no more
The soundless sobs of dark and burning tears,
That none have seen; they smile no more, to breathe
A mother's comfort into aching hearts.
The patriarchal Queen, the monument
Of touching widowhood, of endless love,
And childlike purity--she sleeps. This night
Is watchful not. The restless hand, that slave
To duty, to a mastermind, to wisdom
That fathom'd history and saw beyond
The times, lies still in marble whiteness. Love
So great, so faithful, unforgetting and
Unselfish--must it sleep? Or will that veil,
That widow's veil unfold, and spread into
The dovelike wings, that long were wont to hover
In anxious care about her world-wide nest,
And now will soar and sing, as harpchords sing,
Whilst in their upward flight they breast the wind
Of Destiny. No rest for her, no tomb,
Nor ashes! Light eternal! Hymns of joy!
No silence now for her, who, ever silent,
Above misfortunes' storms and thund'ring billows,
Would stand with clear and fearless brow, so calm,
That men drew strength from out those dauntless eyes,
And quiet from that hotly beating heart,
Kept still by stern command and unbent will
Beneath those tight shut lips. Not ashes, where
A beacon e'er will burn, a fire, like
The Altar's Soma, for the strong, the weak,
The true, the brave, and for the quailing. No,
Not ashes, but a light, that o'er the times
Will shed a gentle ray, and show the haven,
When all the world, stormshaken, rudderless, will pray:
If but her century would shine again!
Oh, Lord! Why hast thou ta'en thy peaceful Queen?
A FRIEND
[Illustration]
Old age is gentle as an autumn morn;
The harvest over, you will put the plough
Into another, stronger hand, and watch
The sowing you were wont to do.
Old age
Is like an alabaster room, with soft
White curtains. All is light, but light so mild,
So quiet, that it cannot hurt.
The pangs
Are hushed, for life is wild no more with strife,
Nor breathless uphill work, nor heavy with
The brewing tempests, which have torn away
So much, that nothing more remains to fear.
What once was hope, is gone. You know. You saw
The worst, and not a sigh is left of all
The heavy sighs that tore your heart, and not
A tear of all those tears that burnt your cheeks,
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Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net/ for Project
Gutenberg (This file was produced from images generously
made available by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries)
RUMANIAN BIRD AND BEAST STORIES
RENDERED INTO ENGLISH
BY
M. GASTER, Ph.D.
VICE-PRESIDENT AND SOMETIME PRESIDENT OF THE FOLK-LORE SOCIETY
VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE ROYAL ASIATIC SOCIETY
VICE-PRESIDENT AND SOMETIME PRESIDENT OF THE JEWISH HISTORICAL SOCIETY
ETC., ETC.
"But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee;
And the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee."
Job xii. 7.
LONDON
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