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MEMOIRS OF MADAME LA MARQUISE DE MONTESPAN
Written by Herself
Being the Historic Memoirs of the Court of Louis XIV.
BOOK 3.
CHAPTER XXXV.
M. de Lauzun and Mademoiselle de Montpensier.--Marriage of the One and
Passion of the Other.--The King Settles a Match.--A Secret Union.--The
King Sends M. de Lauzun to Pignerol.--The Life He Leads
There.--Mademoiselle's Liberality.--Strange Way of Acknowledging It.
They are forever talking about the coquetry of women; men also have their
coquetry, but as they show less grace and finesse than we do, they do not
get half as much attention.
The Marquis de Lauzun, having one day, noticed a certain kindly feeling
for him in the glances of Mademoiselle, endeavoured to seem to her every
day more fascinating and agreeable. The foolish Princess completely fell
into the snare, and suddenly giving up her air of noble indifference,
which till then had made her life happy, she fell madly in love with a
schemer who despised and detested her.
Held back for some months by her pride, as also by the exigencies of
etiquette, she only disclosed her sentimental passion by glances and a
mutual exchange of signs of approval; but at last she was tired of
self-restraint and martyrdom, and, detaining M. de Lauzun one day in a
recess, she placed her written offer of marriage in his hand.
The cunning Marquis feigned astonishment, pretending humbly to renounce
such honour, while increasing his wiles and fascinations; he even went so
far as to shed tears, his most difficult feat of all.
Mademoiselle de Montpensier, older than he by twelve or fourteen years,
never suspected that such a disparity of years was visible in her face.
When one has been pretty, one imagines that one is still so, and will
forever remain so. Plastered up and powdered, consumed by passion, and
above all, blinded by vanity, she fancied that Nature had to obey
princes, and that, to favour her, Time would stay his flight.
Though tired and bored with everything, Lauzun, the better to excite her
passion, put on timid, languid airs, like those of some lad fresh from
school. Quitting the embraces of some other woman, he played the lonely,
pensive, melancholy bachelor, the man absorbed by this sweet, new mystery
of love.
Having made mutual avowal of their passion, which was fill of esteem,
Lauzun inquired, merely from motives of caution, as to the Princess's
fortune; and she did not fail to tell him everything, even about her
plate and jewels. Lauzun's love grew even more ardent now, for she had
at least forty millions, not counting her palace.
He asked if, by the marriage, he would become a prince, and she replied
that she, herself, had not sufficient power to do this; that she was most
anxious to arrange this, if she could; but anyhow, that she could make
him Duc de Montpensier, with a private uncontrolled income of five
hundred thousand livres.
He asked if, on the family coat-of-arms, the husband's coronet was to
figure, or the wife's; but, as she would not change her name, her arms,
she decided, could remain as heretofore,--the crown, the fleur-de-lis,
and so forth.
He inquired if the children of the marriage would rank as princes, and
she said that she saw nothing to prevent this. He also asked if he would
be raised higher in the peerage, and might look to being made a prince at
last, and styled Highness as soon as the contract had been signed.
This caused some doubt and reflection. "The King, my cousin," said
Mademoiselle, "is somewhat strict in matters of this sort. He seems to
think that the royal family is a new arch-saint, at whom one may look
only when prostrate in adoration; all contract therewith is absolutely
forbidden. I begin to feel uneasy about this; yes, Lauzun, I have fears
for our love and marriage."
"Are you, then, afraid?" asked Lauzun, quite crestfallen.
"I knew how to point the Bastille cannon at the troops of the King," she
replied; "but he was very young then. No matter, I will go and see him;
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Heinemann's Scientific Handbooks
THE BIOLOGICAL PROBLEM OF TO-DAY
HERTWIG
Heinemann's Scientific Handbooks
THE BIOLOGICAL PROBLEM OF TO-DAY
_PREFORMATION OR EPIGENESIS? THE BASIS OF A THEORY OF ORGANIC DEVELOPMENT_
BY
PROFESSOR DR. OSCAR HERTWIG DIRECTOR OF THE SECOND ANATOMICAL INSTITUTE OF
THE UNIVERSITY OF BERLIN
Authorized Translation
BY
P. CHALMERS MITCHELL, M.A.
_WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY THE TRANSLATOR AND A GLOSSARY OF THE TECHNICAL
TERMS_
LONDON
WILLIAM HEINEMANN
1896
[_All rights reserved_]
PREFACE
Shortly after the appearance of Dr. Oscar Hertwig's treatise 'Praeformation
oder Epigenese?' I published in _Natural Science_ (1894) a detailed
abstract of it. But the momentous issues involved in the problem of
heredity, and the great interest excited by Dr. Weismann's theories, make
it desirable that a full translation should appear. By the kindness of Dr.
Hertwig and his German publisher, this is now possible. I have prefixed an
introduction, written for those who are interested in the general problem,
but who have little acquaintance with the technical matters on which the
argument turns. In the actual translation I have tried no more than to give
a faithful rendering of the German. After no little perplexity, I have
rendered the German word _Anlage_ as 'rudiment.' It is true, a double
meaning has been grafted upon the English word, and it is widely employed
to mean an undeveloped structure, without discrimination between incipient
and vestigial character. I use it in the etymological sense, as an
incipient structure. For the difficult words, _Erbgleich_ and
_Erbungleich_, a succession of new terms have been suggested. Here I use
for the first term the word 'doubling,' for the second 'differentiating.'
P. C. M.
TRANSLATOR'S INTRODUCTION
Inquiry into the problems of heredity is beset with many difficulties, of
which not the least is the temptation to argue about the possible, or the
probable, rather than to keep in the lines of observation. Setting out from
a laborious and beautiful series of investigations into the anatomy of the
Hydromedusae, Weismann came to think that the organic material from which
the sexual cells of these animals arose was not the common protoplasm of
their tissues, but a peculiar plasm, distinct in its nature and
possibilities. In the course of several years, Weismann not only continued
his own investigations in the many directions that his conception
suggested, but made abundant use of that new knowledge of the nature and
properties of cells which has been the feature of the microscopy of the
last decade. His theory of the germplasm gradually grew, undergoing many
alterations, so that even in its present form he regards it as tentative.
Neglecting the numerous modifications and accessory hypotheses by which he
has sought to adapt the theory to the phantasmagorial complexity of organic
nature, the main outline of the theory is as follows: A living being takes
its individual origin only where there is separated from the stock of the
parent a little piece of the peculiar reproductive plasm, the so-called
germplasm. In sexless reproduction one parent is enough; in sexual
reproduction equal masses of germplasm from each parent combine to form the
new individual. The germplasm resides in the nucleus of cells, and Weismann
identifies it with the nuclear material which microscopists have named
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are listed at the end of the text.
Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
A carat character is used to denote superscription. A single character
following the carat is superscripted (example: X^1). Similarly an
underscore represents a subscript (_sk_4_ has a subscript 4 and is in
italics).
Page numbers enclosed by curly braces (example: {25}) have been
incorporated to facilitate the use of the Index.
* * * * *
THE
ORIGIN OF VERTEBRATES
BY
WALTER HOLBROOK GASKELL
M.A., M.D. (CANTAB.), LL.D. (EDIN. AND McGILL UNIV.); F.R.S.; FELLOW OF
TRINITY HALL AND UNIVERSITY LECTURER IN PHYSIOLOGY, CAMBRIDGE; HONORARY
FELLOW OF THE ROYAL MEDICAL AND CHIRURGICAL SOCIETY; CORRESPONDING MEMBER
OF THE IMPERIAL MILITARY ACADEMY OF MEDICINE, ST. PETERSBURG, ETC.
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON
NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA
1908
_All rights reserved_
CONTENTS
PAGE
INTRODUCTION 1
CHAPTER I
THE EVIDENCE OF THE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM
Theories of the origin of vertebrates--Importance of the central
nervous system--Evolution of tissues--Evidence of Palaeontology--
Reasons for choosing Ammocoetes rather than Amphioxus for the
investigation of this problem--Importance of larval forms--
Comparison of the vertebrate and arthropod central nervous
systems--Antagonism between cephalization and alimentation--
Life-history of lamprey, not a degenerate animal--Brain of
Ammocoetes compared with brain of arthropod--Summary 8
CHAPTER II
THE EVIDENCE OF THE ORGANS OF VISION
Different kinds of eye--Simple and compound retinas--Upright and
inverted retinas--Median eyes--Median or pineal eyes of Ammocoetes
and their optic ganglia--Comparison with other median eyes--Lateral
eyes of vertebrates compared with lateral eyes of crustaceans--
Peculiarities of the lateral eye of the lamprey--Meaning of the
optic diverticula--Evolution of vertebrate eyes--Summary 68
CHAPTER III
THE EVIDENCE OF THE SKELETON
The bony and cartilaginous skeleton considered, not the notochord--
Nature of the earliest cartilaginous skeleton--The mesosomatic
skeleton of Ammocoetes; its topographical arrangement, its
structure, its origin in muco-cartilage--The prosomatic skeleton of
Ammocoetes; the trabeculae and parachordals, their structure, their
origin in white fibrous tissue--The mesosomatic skeleton of Limulus
compared with that of Ammocoetes; similarity of position, of
structure, of origin in muco-cartilage--The prosomatic skeleton of
Limulus; the entosternite, or plastron, compared with the trabeculae
of Ammocoetes; similarity of position, of structure, of origin in
fibrous tissue--Summary 119
CHAPTER IV
THE EVIDENCE OF THE RESPIRATORY APPARATUS
Branchiae considered as internal branchial appendages--Innervation of
branchial segments--Cranial region older than spinal--Three-root
system of cranial nerves: dorsal, lateral, ventral--Explanation of van
Wijhe's segments--Lateral mixed root is appendage-nerve of
invertebrate--The branchial chamber of Ammocoetes--The branchial
unit, not a pouch but an appendage--The origin of the branchial
musculature--The branchial circulation--The branchial heart of the
vertebrate--Not homologous with the systemic heart of the arthropod--
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[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
* * * * *
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TWICE TOLD TALES
SUNDAY AT HOME
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
Every Sabbath morning in the summer time I thrust back the curtain, to
watch the sunrise stealing down a steeple, which stands opposite my
chamber-window. First, the weathercock begins to flash; then, a fainter
lustre gives the spire an airy aspect; next it encroaches on the tower,
and causes the index of the dial to glisten like gold, as it points to
the gilded figure of the hour. Now, the loftiest window gleams, and now
the lower. The carved framework of the portal is marked strongly out.
At length, the morning glory, in its descent from heaven, comes down the
stone steps, one by one; and there stands the steeple, glowing with fresh
radiance, while the shades of twilight still hide themselves among the
nooks of the adjacent buildings. Methinks, though the same sun brightens
it every fair morning, yet the steeple has a peculiar robe of brightness
for the Sabbath.
By dwelling near a church, a person soon contracts an attachment for the
edifice. We naturally personify it, and conceive its massive walls and
its dim emptiness to be instinct with a calm, and meditative, and
somewhat melancholy spirit. But the steeple stands foremost, in our
thoughts, as well as locally. It impresses us as a giant, with a mind
comprehensive and discriminating enough to care for the great and small
concerns of all the town. Hourly, while it speaks a moral to the few
that think, it reminds thousands of busy individuals of their separate
and most secret affairs. It is the steeple, too, that flings abroad the
hurried and irregular accents of general alarm; neither have gladness and
festivity found a better utterance, than by its tongue; and when the dead
are slowly passing to their home, the steeple has a melancholy voice to
bid them welcome. Yet, in spite of this connection with human interests,
what a moral loneliness, on week-days, broods round about its stately
height! It has no kindred with the houses above which it towers; it
looks down into the narrow thoroughfare, the lonelier, because the crowd
are elbowing their passage at its base. A glance at the body of the
church deepens this impression. Within, by the light of distant windows,
amid refracted shadows, we discern the vacant pews and empty galleries,
the silent organ, the voiceless pulpit, and the clock, which tells to
solitude how time is passing. Time,--where man lives not,--what is it
but eternity? And in the church, we might suppose, are garnered up,
throughout the week, all thoughts and feelings that have reference to
eternity, until the holy day comes round again, to let them forth. Might
not, then, its more appropriate site be in the outskirts of the town,
with space for old trees to wave around it, and throw their solemn
shadows over a quiet green? We will say more of this, hereafter.
But, on the Sabbath, I watch the earliest sunshine, and fancy that a
holier brightness marks the day, when there shall be no buzz of voices on
the exchange, nor traffic in the shops, nor crowd, nor business, anywhere
but at church. Many have fancied so. For my own part, whether I see it
scattered down among tangled woods, or beaming broad across the fields,
or hemmed in between brick buildings, or tracing out the figure of the
casement on my chamber-floor, still I recognize the Sabbath sunshine.
And ever let me recognize it! Some illusions, and this among them, are
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Transcriber Note
● Obvious typos and punctuation errors corrected.
● Inconsistencies in hyphenation retained.
● Description of illustrations without captions has been added.
● Italics are indicated by underscores surrounding the _italic text_.
● Small capitals have been converted to ALL CAPS.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Illustration: Hamburgs]
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THE
Book of the Hamburgs,
A BRIEF TREATISE
UPON THE
MATING, REARING AND MANAGEMENT
OF THE
DIFFERENT VARIETIES OF HAMBURGS.
BY L. FRANK BAUM.
HARTFORD, CONN.:
H. H. STODDARD, PUBLISHER.
1886.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright, 1886, by H. H. STODDARD, Hartford, Conn.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Book of the Hamburgs.
Long before what we now call “fancy fowls” were known or recognized (in
fact, long before the memory of any person now living), Hamburgs were
kept and bred to feather among the peasants of Yorkshire and Lancashire
in England, and by them exhibited at the small town and county fairs in
their neighborhood. Of course they were then known under different
names, the Blacks being called “Black Pheasant Fowls” and the Spangled
varieties “Lancashire Mooneys” and “Yorkshire Pheasants”; while such a
variety as the Penciled Hamburgs were either wholly unknown or else were
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OBSERVATIONS
ON THE PRESENT STATE
OF THE
AFFAIRS
OF
THE RIVER PLATE.
BY
THOMAS BAINES.
"Malheur au siecle, temoin passif d'une lutte heroique, qui
croirait qu'on peut sans peril, comme sans penetration de
l'avenir, laisser immoler une nation."
CHATEAUBRIAND.
LIVERPOOL:
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED AT THE LIVERPOOL TIMES OFFICE,
CASTLE STREET.
1845.
OBSERVATIONS
ON
THE PRESENT STATE OF
THE AFFAIRS OF THE RIVER PLATE.
The destructive war which has now been waged for so many years, by the
Chief of the Province of Buenos Ayres against the Republic of Uruguay,
involves questions of so much importance to the commercial interests,
and to the national honour of England, that nothing can account for the
very slight attention which it has received from Parliament and the
press, except the fact that many of the principal considerations
connected with it have never yet been fully brought before the British
public. In order to supply this deficiency, and to show how much it
concerns the character of this country that this war should at once be
brought to a close in the only manner in which it can be ended; that is,
by the prompt and decided interference of the Governments of France and
England, I have thought that it might be useful to lay before the public
the following observations and documents, explanatory of the principles
involved in the war; of the conduct pursued by Mr. Mandeville, the
British Minister to the Argentine Confederation, at the most critical
period of its progress; and of the strong and rapidly-increasing
interest which this country, and more especially the port of Liverpool,
has in the preservation of the threatened independence of the Republic
of Uruguay.
Most of the readers of these remarks are no doubt aware that the
Province of the Banda Oriental, or eastern bank of the River Plate, was
first constituted an independent state, under the title of the Republic
of Uruguay, at the close of the war between the Argentine Confederation
and the Empire of Brazil, in the year 1828. This arrangement was in a
great measure brought about by the good offices of Lord Ponsonby, the
Ambassador of the British Government to the Court of Rio, and the result
of his negociations was so agreeable to the English Government, that
the peace thus concluded was made a subject of congratulation in the
speech from the throne in the year 1829. The principal object in forming
this new Republic was, to put an end to the destructive war between
Buenos Ayres and Brazil, originating in the claims put forward by both
these countries to the possession of the Province of the Banda Oriental.
The Brazilians, who had had possession of it for several years, were
naturally unwilling to have so warlike and powerful a state as the
Argentine Republic on their most vulnerable frontier, and the Argentines
were not less unwilling to have the Brazilian frontier pushed more than
a hundred leagues up the River Plate, and within the limits of the
ancient Viceroyalty of Paraguay, which had for ages been occupied by the
Spanish race. As the only effectual solution of these difficulties, the
English Government proposed that the Banda Oriental should be rendered
independent of both countries, and this, after some negociation, was
agreed to by all the parties concerned.
The primary object of the mediation of the English Government was the
re-establishment and preservation of peace and amity between two
nations, with both of which England had valuable commercial relations;
and this object has been completely gained by the arrangement then
effected. During the sixteen years which have elapsed since the treaty
was concluded, no serious difference has occurred between Brazil and the
Argentine Confederation, nor is any likely to occur so long as the
barrier of an independent state is interposed between them. It is only
during the last two years that serious discussions have arisen between
them, and these have originated in the fears of Brazil, lest the
successes of the Buenos Ayrean army, now before Monte Video, should be
such as to break down the barrier established by the Ponsonby treaty,
and again to bring the Buenos Ayreans on the frontiers of Rio Grande.
From apprehension of this event, the Brazilian Government has allowed
General Paz, with his military staff, to pass through its territory to
place himself at the head of the Correntino insurgents, who have risen
against Rosas, and made common cause with Monte Video; it has also
recalled Admiral Grenfell, its commander in the River Plate, as well as
its diplomatic agent at Monte Video, for engaging in an ill-timed
quarrel with the Monte Videan Government; and if the Buenos Ayrean army
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AGESILAUS
By Xenophon
Translation by H. G. Dakyns
Dedicated To
Rev. B. Jowett, M.A.
Master of Balliol College
Regius Professor of Greek in the University of Oxford
Xenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a
pupil of Socrates. He marched with the Spartans,
and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gave him land
and property in Scillus, where he lived for many
years before having to move once more, to settle
in Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.
The Agesilaus summarises the life of his Spartan
friend and king, whom he met after the events of
the Anabasis.
PREPARER'S NOTE
This was typed from Dakyns' series, "The Works of Xenophon," a
four-volume set. The complete list of Xenophon's works (though
there is doubt about some of these) is:
Work Number of books
The Anabasis 7
The Hellenica 7
The Cyropaedia 8
The Memorabilia 4
The Symposium 1
The Economist 1
On Horsemanship 1
The Sportsman 1
The Cavalry General 1
The Apology 1
On Revenues 1
The Hiero 1
The Agesilaus 1
The Polity of the Athenians and the Lacedaemonians 2
Text in brackets "{}" is my transliteration of Greek text into
English using an Oxford English Dictionary alphabet table. The
diacritical marks have been lost.
AGESILAUS
An Encomium
The date of Agesilaus's death is uncertain--360 B.C. (Grote,
"H. G." ix. 336); 358 B.C. (Curt. iv. 196, Eng. tr.)
I
To write the praises of Agesilaus in language equalling his virtue and
renown is, I know, no easy task; yet must it be essayed; since it were
but an ill requital of pre-eminence, that, on the ground of his
perfection, a good man should forfeit the tribute even of imperfect
praise.
As touching, therefore, the excellency of his birth, what weightier,
what nobler testimony can be adduced than this one fact? To the
commemorative list of famous ancestry is added to-day the name (1)
Agesilaus as holding this or that numerical descent from Heracles, and
these ancestors no private persons, but kings sprung from the loins of
kings. Nor is it open to the gainsayer to contend that they were kings
indeed but of some chance city. Not so, but even as their family holds
highest honour in their fatherland, so too is their city the most
glorious in Hellas, whereby they hold, not primacy over the second
best, but among leaders they have leadership.
(1) Or, "even to-day, in the proud bead-roll of his ancestry he stands
commemorated, in numerical descent from Heracles."
And herein it is open to us to praise both his fatherland and his
family. It is notable that never throughout these ages has Lacedaemon,
out of envy of the privilege accorded to her kings, tried to dissolve
their rule; nor ever yet throughout these ages have her kings strained
after greater powers than those which limited their heritage of
kingship from the first. Wherefore, while all other forms of
government, democracies and oligarchies, tyrannies and monarchies,
alike have failed to maintain their continuity unbroken, here, as the
sole exception, endures indissolubly their kingship. (2)
(2) See "Cyrop." I. i. 1.
And next in token of an aptitude for kingship seen in Agesilaus,
before even he entered upon office, I note these signs. On the death
of Agis, king of Lacedaemon, there were rival claimants to the throne.
Leotychides claimed the succession as being the son of Agis, and
Agesilaus as the son of Archidamus. But the verdict of Lacedaemon
favoured Agesilaus as being in point of family and virtue
unimpeachable, (3) and so they set him on the throne. And yet, in this
princeliest of cities so to be selected by the noblest citizens as
worthy of highest privilege, argues, methinks conclusively, an
excellence forerunning exercise of rule. (4)
(3) For this matter see "Hell." III. iii. 1-6; V. iv. 13; Plut.
"Ages." iii. 3 (Cloigh, iv. 3 foll.); Paus. iii. 3.
(4) See Aristides ("Rhet." 776), who quotes the passage for its
measured cadence.
And so I pass on at once to narrate the chief achievements of his
reign, since by the light of deeds the character of him who wrought
them will, if I mistake not, best shine forth.
Agesilaus was still a youth (5) when he obtained the kingdom, and he
was still but a novice in his office when the news came that the king
of Persia was collecting a mighty armament by sea and land for the
invasion of Hellas. The Lacedaemonians and their allies sat debating
these matters, when Agesilaus undertook to cross over into Asia. He
only asked for thirty Spartans and two thousand New Citizens, (6)
besides a contingent of the allies six thousand strong; with these he
would cross over into Asia and endeavour to effect a peace; or, if the
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HOVEY’S HAND-BOOK
OF
The Mammoth Cave
OF KENTUCKY
A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO THE
REGULATION ROUTES
With Maps and Illustrations
BY
HORACE CARTER HOVEY, D.D.
F. G. S. A.
Copyright, 1909, by John P. Morton & Company, Incorporated
Louisville, Kentucky
JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY
Incorporated
1909
[Illustration: GUIDE MAP OF THE
MAMMOTH CAVE
KENTUCKY
Drawn by Horace C. Hovey
1909
(From former surveys, with recent additions)
_Copyright 1907 & 1909 by Horace C. Hovey_]
TABLE OF APPROXIMATE DISTANCES
To the Kentucky Cliffs about 380 yds.
″ Standing Rocks ″ 647 ″
″ Giant’s Coffin ″ 875 ″
″ Star Chamber ″ 1500 ″
″ Ultima Thule ″ 4200 ″
″ Limitation Hill ″ 1840 ″
″ Angelica’s Grotto ″ 1957 ″
″ Mammoth Dome ″ 1870 ″
″ Echo River (A) ″ 2320 ″
″ End of Echo River (est.) ″ 3000 ″
″ Jessup Domes ″ 4200 ″
″ Mary’s Vineyard ″ 6000 ″
″ Hovey’s Cathedral (est.) ″ 9200 ″
″ Maelstrom ″ 9600 ″
NOTE:—No instrumental survey of the whole cave has ever been made, and
no exact scale can be given. The above are some of the distances as
paced along the avenues. Domes, halls and pits are relatively
enlarged; and rivers and pools are blackened. The data for this new
Guide map is from the earlier maps of Bogert (1814), Ward (1816), Lee
(1835), Bishop (1845), Blackall (1817-pub. 1899), Forwood (1875),
Hovey (1887) and Call (1897), and from written and oral information by
managers and guides, modified and greatly added to by the author’s own
observations during the past twenty-seven years.
NOTE No. 2:—In the year 1905 Max Kaemper, a German Engineer, was
employed to make a complete survey exclusively for the use of the
owners. Some of his suggestions are embodied in this map of 1909, and
others in the separate charts for the several routes.
KEY TO THE MAP
1. The Iron Gate
2. Hutchins’ Narrows
3. Kentucky Cliffs and the Corkscrew
4. The Church
5. Booth’s Amphitheatre
6. Standing Rocks
7. Grand Arch
8. Giant’s Coffin and Dante’s Gateway
9. Acute Angle and Cottages
10. Proctor’s Arcade
11. Wright’s Rotunda
12. The Cataracts
13. Fairy Grotto
14. St. Catherine City
15. Symmes’ Pit
16. Mummy’s Niche
17. Register Hall
18. The Bridal Altar
19. The Arm Chair
20. Lover’s Leap
21. Elbow Crevice
22. Napoleon’s Dome
23. Wilson’s Way
24. Lake Purity
25. Annette Dome
26. Lee’s Cisterns
27. Wooden Bowl Room
28. The Lost Way Found
29. Way to Pits and Domes
30. Side-Saddle Pit
31. Bottomless Pit
32. Covered Pit
33. Scylla
34. Charybdis
35. Putnam’s Cabinet
36. Darnall’s Way
37. Ariadne’s Grotto
38. Short Cut from Bottomless Pit to Gorin’s Dome
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BOOK III.
IN WHICH THE HISTORY PASSES FROM THE KING'S COURT TO THE STUDENT'S
CELL, AND RELATES THE PERILS THAT BEFELL A PHILOSOPHER FOR MEDDLING
WITH THE AFFAIRS OF THE WORLD.
CHAPTER I.
THE SOLITARY SAGE AND THE SOLITARY MAID.
While such the entrance of Marmaduke Nevile into a court, that if far
less intellectual and refined than those of later days, was yet more
calculated to dazzle the fancy, to sharpen the wit, and to charm the
senses,--for round the throne of Edward IV. chivalry was magnificent,
intrigue restless, and pleasure ever on the wing,--Sibyll had ample
leisure in her solitary home to muse over the incidents that had
preceded the departure of the young guest. Though she had rejected
Marmaduke's proffered love, his tone, so suddenly altered, his abrupt,
broken words and confusion, his farewell, so soon succeeding his
passionate declaration, could not fail to wound that pride of woman
which never sleeps till modesty is gone. But this made the least
cause of the profound humiliation which bowed down her spirit. The
meaning taunt conveyed in the rhyme of the tymbesteres pierced her to
the quick; the calm, indifferent smile of the stranger, as he regarded
her, the beauty of the dame he attended, woke mingled and contrary
feelings, but those of jealousy were perhaps the keenest: and in the
midst of all she started to ask herself if indeed she had suffered her
vain thoughts to dwell too tenderly upon one from whom the vast
inequalities of human life must divide her evermore. What to her was
his indifference? Nothing,--yet had she given worlds to banish that
careless smile from her remembrance.
Shrinking at last from the tyranny of thoughts till of late unknown,
her eye rested upon the gipsire which Alwyn had sent her by the old
servant. The sight restored to her the holy recollection of her
father, the sweet joy of having ministered to his wants. She put up
the little treasure, intending to devote it all to Warner; and after
bathing her heavy eyes, that no sorrow of hers might afflict the
student, she passed with a listless step into her father's chamber.
There is, to the quick and mercurial spirits of the young, something
of marvellous and preternatural in that life within life, which the
strong passion of science and genius forms and feeds,--that passion so
much stronger than love, and so much more self-dependent; which asks
no sympathy, leans on no kindred heart; which lives alone in its works
and fancies, like a god amidst his creations.
The philosopher, too, had experienced a great affliction since they
met last. In the pride of his heart he had designed to show Marmaduke
the mystic operations of his model, which had seemed that morning to
open into life; and when the young man was gone, and he made the
experiment alone, alas! he found that new progress but involved him in
new difficulties. He had gained the first steps in the gigantic
creation of modern days, and he was met by the obstacle that baffled
so long the great modern sage. There was the cylinder, there the
boiler; yet, work as he would, the steam failed to keep the cylinder
at work. And now, patiently as the spider re-weaves the broken web,
his untiring ardour was bent upon constructing a new cylinder of other
materials. "Strange," he said to himself, "that the heat of the mover
aids not the movement;" and so, blundering near the truth, he laboured
on.
Sibyll, meanwhile, seated herself abstractedly on a heap of fagots
piled in the corner, and seemed busy in framing characters on the
dusty floor with the point of her tiny slipper. So fresh and fair and
young she seemed, in that murky atmosphere, that strange scene, and
beside that worn man, that it might have seemed to a poet as if the
youngest of the Graces were come to visit Mulciber at his forge.
The man pursued his work, the girl renewed her dreams, the dark
evening hour gradually stealing over both. The silence was unbroken,
for the forge and the model were now at rest, save by the grating of
Adam's file upon the metal, or by some ejaculation of complacency now
and then vented by the enthusiast. So, apart from the many-noised,
gaudy, babbling world without, even in the midst of that bloody,
turbulent, and semi-barbarous time, went on (the one neglected and
unknown, the other loathed and hated) the two movers of the ALL that
continues the airy life of the Beautiful from age to age,--the Woman's
dreaming Fancy and the Man's active Genius.
CHAPTER II.
MASTER ADAM WARNER GROWS A MISER, AND BEHAVES SHAMEFULLY.
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THE DHAMMAPADA
A Collection of Verses Being One of the Canonical Books of the Buddhists
Translated from Pali by F. Max Muller
From:
The Sacred Books of the East
Translated by Various Oriental Scholars
Edited by F. Max Muller
Volume X
Part I
[Note: The introduction, notes and index have been omitted.]
Contents
Chapter 1: The Twin Verses
Chapter 2: On Earnestness
Chapter 3: Thought
Chapter 4: Flowers
Chapter 5: The Fool
Chapter 6: The Wise Man (Pandita)
Chapter 7: The Venerable (Arhat)
Chapter 8: The Thousands
Chapter 9: Evil
Chapter 10: Punishment
Chapter 11: Old Age
Chapter 12: Self
Chapter 13: The World
Chapter 14: The Buddha (the Awakened)
Chapter 15: Happiness
Chapter 16: Pleasure
Chapter 17: Anger
Chapter 18: Impurity
Chapter 19: The Just
Chapter 20: The Way
Chapter 21: Miscellaneous
Chapter 22: The Downward Course
Chapter 23: The Elephant
Chapter 24: Thirst
Chapter 25: The Bhikshu (Mendicant)
Chapter 26 The Brahmana (Arhat)
DHAMMAPADA
Chapter I. The Twin-Verses
1. All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded
on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts
with an evil thought, pain follows him, as the wheel follows the foot of
the ox that draws the carriage.
2. All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded
on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts
with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never
leaves him.
3. "He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me,"--in those
who harbour such thoughts hatred will never cease.
4. "He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me,"--in those
who do not harbour such thoughts hatred will cease.
5. For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by
love, this is an old rule.
6. The world does not know that we must all come to an end here;--but
those who know it, their quarrels cease at once.
7. He who lives looking for pleasures only, his senses uncontrolled,
immoderate in his food, idle, and weak, Mara (the tempter) will
certainly overthrow him, as the wind throws down a weak tree.
8. He who lives without looking for pleasures, his senses well
controlled, moderate in his food, faithful and strong, him Mara will
certainly not overthrow, any more than the wind throws down a rocky
mountain.
9. He who wishes to put on the yellow dress without having cleansed
himself from sin, who disregards temperance and truth, is unworthy of
the yellow dress.
10. But he who has cleansed himself from sin, is well grounded in all
virtues, and regards also temperance and truth, he is indeed worthy of
the yellow dress.
11. They who imagine truth in untruth, and see untruth in truth, never
arrive at truth, but follow vain desires.
12. They who know truth in truth, and untruth in untruth, arrive at
truth, and follow true desires.
13. As rain breaks through an ill-thatched house, passion will break
through an unreflecting mind.
14. As rain does not break through a well-thatched house, passion will
not break through a well-reflecting mind.
15. The evil-doer mourns in this world, and he mourns in the next; he
mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own
work.
16. The virtuous man delights in this world, and he delights in the
next; he delights in both. He delights and rejoices, when he sees the
purity of his own work.
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LITTLE CLASSICS
EDITED BY ROSSITER JOHNSON
STORIES OF FORTUNE
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
_The Riverside Press Cambridge_
1914
COPYRIGHT, 1875, BY JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
CONTENTS.
THE GOLD-BUG......... _Edgar Allan Poe_
THE FAIRY-FINDER....... _Samuel Lover_
MURAD THE UNLUCKY ...... _Maria Edgeworth_
THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC.. _Edward Everett Hale_
THE RIVAL DREAMERS...... _John Banim_
THE THREEFOLD DESTINY .... _Nathaniel Hawthorne_
THE GOLD-BUG.
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE.
What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad!
He hath been bitten by the Tarantula.
_All in the Wrong._
Many years ago I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He
was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a
series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the
mortification consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the
city of his forefathers, and took up his residence at Sullivan's
Island, near Charleston, South Carolina.
This island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the
sea-sand, and is about three miles long. Its breadth at no point
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THE ORKNEYINGA SAGA
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Printed by R. & R. Clark
FOR
EDMONSTON & DOUGLAS, EDINBURGH.
LONDON HAMILTON, ADAMS, AND CO.
CAMBRIDGE MACMILLAN AND CO.
GLASGOW JAMES MACLEHOSE.
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[Illustration: ST. MAGNUS CATHEDRAL
(South Transept and part of Choir)]
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THE
ORKNEYINGA SAGA
TRANSLATED FROM THE ICELANDIC
BY JON A. HJALTALIN AND GILBERT GOUDIE
EDITED, WITH NOTES AND INTRODUCTION
BY JOSEPH ANDERSON
KEEPER OF THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF THE ANTIQUARIES OF SCOTLAND
EDINBURGH
EDMONSTON AND DOUGLAS
1873
------------------------------------------------------------------------
PREFACE.
-------
THE ORKNEYINGA SAGA is the history of the Orkneymen, Earls and Odallers
of Norwegian extraction, who established an Earldom of Norway in the
Northern Scottish Isles a thousand years ago, and whose descendants for
several centuries held sway over the Hebrides and Northern Mainland of
Scotland. Commencing with the conquest of the Isles by Harald Harfagri,
the Saga relates the subsequent history of the Earldom of Orkney under
the long line of its Norse Jarls, and is, for a period of three
centuries and a half, the principal authority for the history of
Northern Scotland. The narrative is mainly personal, and therefore
picturesque, pourtraying the men in person and character, impartially
recording their deeds, and mentioning what was thought of them and their
actions at the time. Occasionally the Saga-writer is enabled to do this
in the words of a contemporary Skald. The skaldic songs, so often
quoted, were the materials from which the Sagas were subsequently
elaborated. In estimating their value as historical materials, it must
be borne in mind that all history has begun in song. When great events
and mighty deeds were preserved for posterity by oral recitation alone,
it was necessary that the memory should be enabled to retain its hold of
the elements of the story by some extraneous artistic aid, and therefore
they were welded by the word-smith’s rhymes into a compact and
homogeneous “lay.” Thus, worked into a poetical setting (as the jeweller
mounts his gems to enhance their value and ensure their preservation),
they passed as heirlooms from generation to generation, floating on the
oral tradition of the people. Snorri Sturluson tells us that the songs
of the skalds who were with Harald Harfagri in his wars were known and
recited in his day, after an interval of nearly four centuries. “These
songs,” he says, “which were sung in the presence of kings and chiefs,
or of their sons, are the materials of our history; what they tell of
their deeds and battles we take for truth; for though the skalds did no
doubt praise those in whose presence they stood, yet no one would dare
to relate to a chief what he and those who heard it knew to be wholly
imaginary or false, as that would not be praise but mockery.” Our
earliest Scottish chroniclers did not disdain to make use of the
lay-smith’s craft, as a help to history, long after the Iceland skald
had been succeeded by the Saga-writer, and the flowery recitative of an
unclerkly age superseded by the terser narrative of the parchment
scribe. The art is as old as Odin and the gods, if indeed it be not
older, and these its creations. But its golden age had passed ere
Paganism began to give way before Christianity, and the specimens we
have in this Saga are mostly of the period of its decadence and by
inferior skalds. Yet it is significant of the esteem in which the art
continued to be held by the settlers in the Orkneys, that we find Earl
Sigurd honouring Gunnlaug Ormstunga with princely gifts, Arnor
Jarlaskald enjoying the special favour and friendship of Earl Thorfinn,
and Earl Rögnvald, the founder of the cathedral, courting for himself
the reputation of an accomplished skald.
But though we can thus trace to some extent the authorship of the
unwritten materials from which the Saga was framed, there is nothing to
show where or by whom it was written. There is proof, however, that it
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THE HIGHER COURT
BY MARY STEWART DAGGETT
Author of "Mariposilla," "The Broad Aisle," "Chinese Sketches," etc.,
etc.
RICHARD G. BADGER
THE GORHAM PRESS
BOSTON
_Copyright, 1911, by Richard G. Badger_
_All Rights Reserved_
_The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A._
To Comrades Three
My Daughters
R. D.
H. D. H.
M. D.
CHAPTER I
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THE HOLYHEAD ROAD
[Illustration: EARLY DAYS ON THE LONDON AND BIRMINGHAM RAILWAY.]
THE HOLYHEAD ROAD: THE MAIL-COACH ROAD TO DUBLIN
By CHARLES G. HARPER
Author of “_The Brighton Road_,” “_The Portsmouth Road_,” “_The Dover
Road_,” “_The Bath Road_,” “_The Exeter Road_,” “_The Great North
Road_,” and “_The Norwich Road_”
[Illustration]
_Illustrated by the Author, and from Old-Time Prints and Pictures_
_Vol. II. BIRMINGHAM TO HOLYHEAD_
LONDON: CHAPMAN & HALL
LTD. 1902
[_All rights reserved_]
PRINTED BY
HAZELL, WATSON, AND VINEY, LD.
LONDON AND AYLESBURY.
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[Illustration]
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
SEPARATE PLATES
PAGE
EARLY DAYS ON THE LONDON AND BIRMINGHAM RAILWAY. _Frontispiece_
BULL RING. (_From a Print after David Cox_) 5
OLD BIRMINGHAM COACHING BILL. 13
DUDLEY. (_After J. M. W. Turner, R.A._) 31
HIGH GREEN, WOLVERHAMPTON, 1797. (_After
Rowlandson_) 47
HIGH GREEN, WOLVERHAMPTON, 1826. (_From an
Old Print_) 51
HIGH GREEN, WOLVERHAMPTON, 1860. (_From a
Contemporary Photograph_) 55
SHIFFNAL. 67
THE COUNCIL HOUSE. 141
THE HONOURABLE THOMAS KENYON. (_From an Old Print_) 153
THE VALE OF LLANGOLLEN. 177
LLANGOLLEN. 183
LLANGOLLEN. (_After J. M. W. Turner, R. A._) 187
VALLE CRUCIS ABBEY. (_After J. M. W. Turner, R.A._) 207
CERNIOGE. 227
THE SWALLOW FALLS. (_From an Old Print_) 247
LLYN OGWEN AND TRIFAEN MOUNTAIN. 255
PENMAENMAWR. (_After J. M. W. Turner, R.A._) 275
THE OLD LANDING-PLACE ON THE ANGLESEY SHORE. 283
ILLUSTRATIONS IN TEXT
Vignette: Prince Rupert _Title Page_
List of Illustrations: The Black Country vii
The Holyhead Road 1
The “Hen and Chickens,” 1830 18
The “Old Royal” 24
Wednesbury 37
Old Hill, Tettenhall 59
The Sabbath-breaking Seamstress 60
Snedshill Furnaces 71
Haygate Inn 76
The Wrekin 79
The “Old Wall” 84
Wroxeter Church 85
Atcham Bridge 91
Lord Hill’s Monument 92
The English Bridge 97
Wyle Cop and the “Lion” 107
The “Lion” Yard 132
The Market-Place, Shrewsbury 138
Shelton Oak 144
The Breidden Hills 147
Queen’s Head 156
Offa’s <DW18> 176
The Ladies of Llangollen. (_From an Old Print_) 198
Plas Newydd 203
Owain Glyndwr’s Mount 211
Cerrig-y-Druidion 224
The Waterloo Bridge 232
The Old Church, Bettws-y-Coed 234
Sign of the “Royal Oak” 238
Pont-y-Pair 245
Cyfyng Falls 250
Capel Curig 252
The Falls of Ogwen 257
Nant Ffrancon. (_After David Cox_) 258
Nant Ffrancon 260
Penrhyn Castle 263
Lonisaf Toll-House 264
The Penrhyn Arms 266
Penrhyn Castle and Snowdonia, from Beaumaris.
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NOTES AND QUERIES:
A MEDIUM OF INTER-COMMUNICATION FOR LITERARY MEN, ARTISTS, ANTIQUARIES,
GENEALOGISTS, ETC.
"When found, make a note of."--CAPTAIN CUTTLE.
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[Transcriber's notes: Original spelling retained, original copyright
information retained, italics are indicated by underscores.]
Volume II
England's Effort
Letters To An American Friend
[Illustration: Spring-time in the North Sea--Snow on a British
Battleship.]
_The War On All Fronts_
England's Effort
Letters To An American Friend
By Mrs. Humphry Ward
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McCLURE'S MAGAZINE
VOL. I JUNE, 1893 No. 1
S. S. McCLURE, Limited
NEW YORK AND LONDON
1893
Copyright, 1893, by S. S. McClure, Limited. All rights reserved.
Press of J. J. Little & Co.
Astor Place, New York
Table of Contents
PAGE
A Dialogue between William Dean Howells and Hjalmar Hjorth
Boyesen. Recorded By Mr. Boyesen. 3
The Nymph of the Eddy. By Gilbert Parker. 12
Human Documents. An Introduction by Sarah Orne Jewett. 16
How They Are Captured, Transported, Trained, and Sold. By
Raymond Blathwayt. 26
Under Sentence of the Law. By Mrs. Robert Louis Stevenson. 34
Unsolved Problems that Edison Is Studying. By E. J. Edwards. 37
From "Locksley Hall". By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 43
A Day With Gladstone. By H. W. Massingham. 44
Where Man Got His Ears. By Henry Drummond. 52
James Parton's Rules of Biography. 59
Europe at the Present Moment. By Mr. De Blowitz. 63
The Comedy of War. By Joel Chandler Harris. 69
The Rose Is Such a Lady. By Gertrude Hall. 82
The Count de Lesseps of To-day. By R. H. Sherard. 83
Illustrations
Professor Boyesen in His Study. 4
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THE
GREAT RIOTS
OF
NEW YORK
1712 to 1873
INCLUDING A FULL AND COMPLETE ACCOUNT
OF THE
FOUR DAYS' DRAFT RIOT OF 1863
By HON. J.T. HEADLEY
TO
THE METROPOLITAN POLICE,
WHOSE
UNWAVERING FIDELITY AND COURAGE IN THE PAST,
ARE A SURE GUARANTEE OF WHAT THEY WILL DO
FOR
NEW YORK CITY IN THE FUTURE,
THIS WORK
IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED
BY
THE AUTHOR.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
1. BURNING OF THE PROVOST-MARSHAL'S OFFICE
2. THE OLD NEW YORK HOSPITAL, SCENE OF THE DOCTORS' RIOT
3. ORPHAN ASYLUM (ERECTED SINCE THE RIOT)
4. HEADQUARTERS METROPOLITAN POLICE
5. HEADQUARTERS METROPOLITAN FIRE DEPARTMENT
6. FORT LAFAYETTE, NEW YORK HARBOR
7. FORT HAMILTON, NEW YORK HARBOR
8. SCENE IN LEXINGTON AVENUE
9. ATTACK ON THE TRIBUNE OFFICE
10. FIGHT BETWEEN RIOTERS AND MILITIA
11. HANGING AND BURNING A <DW64> IN CLARKSON STREET
12. THE DEAD SERGEANT IN TWENTY-SECOND STREET
13. DRAGGING COLONEL O'BRIEN'S BODY IN THE STREET
14. BURNING SECOND AVENUE ARMORY
15. RECEIVING DEAD BODIES AT THE MORGUE
PREFACE.
The materials for the descriptions of the <DW64> and Doctors' Riots
were gathered from the Archives of the Historical Society; those of the
immediately succeeding ones, from the press of the times.
For the scenes and incidents that occurred on the stage and behind
the curtain in the Astor-place Opera Riot, I am indebted to a pamphlet
entitled "_Behind the Scenes_."
The materials for the history of the Draft Riots were obtained in
part from the Daily Press, and in part from the City and Military
Authorities, especially Commissioner Acton, Seth Hawley, General Brown,
and Colonel Frothingham, who succeeded in putting them down.
Mr. David Barnes, who published, some ten years ago, a pamphlet entitled
"The Metropolitan Police," kindly furnished me facts relating to the
Police Department of great value, and which saved me much labor and
time.
Much difficulty has been encountered in gathering together, from various
quarters, the facts spread over a century and a half, but it is believed
that everything necessary to a complete understanding of the subjects
treated of has been given, consistent with the continuity and interest
of the narrative.
Of course some minor riots--a collection of mobs that were easily
dispersed by the police, and were characterized by no prolonged struggle
or striking incidents--are not mentioned.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
Character of a City illustrated by Riots.--New Material for History of
Draft Riots.--History of the Rebellion incomplete without History of
them.--The Fate of the Nation resting on the Issues of the Struggle in
New York City.--The best Plan to adopt for Protection against Mobs.
CHAPTER II.
THE <DW64> RIOTS OF 1712-1741.
Almost impossible for the present Generation to comprehend its true
Character and Effect on the People.--Description of New York at that
Time.--The <DW64> Slaves.--The <DW64> Riot of 1712.--Description
of it.--The Winter of 1741.--Governor's House burned down.--Other
Fires.--Suspicion of the People.--Arrest and Imprisonment of the
Blacks.--Reward offered for the supposed Conspirators.--Alarm and Flight
of the Inhabitants.--Examination and Confession of Mary
Burton.--Peggy, the Newfoundland Beauty, and the Hughson Family.--The
Conspiracy.--Executions.--Fast.--Hughson's Hearing.--Hung in
Chains.--The Body, and that of a <DW64>, left to swing and rot in the
Air.--Strange Change in the Appearances of the Bodies.--The People
throng to look at them.--<DW64>s burned at the Stake.--Terrific
Spectacle.--Bloody Summer.--Execution of a Catholic Priest.--Strange
Scenes.--Upper Classes accused.--Executions stopped.--Reason of the
Panic.
CHAPTER III.
THE STAMP-ACT RIOT OF 1765.
Thorough Understanding of the Principles of Liberty by the People.--The
Stamp Act.--How viewed by the Colonists.--Colden strengthens Fort George
in Alarm.--Arrival of the Stamps.--How the News was received by the Sons
of Liberty.--A Bold Placard.--Stamp Distributor frightened.--Patriotic
Action of the Merchants.--Public Demonstration against the Stamp
Act.--Colden takes Refuge in the Fort.--Dare not fire on the
People.--The People at the Gate demand the Stamps.--Colden and Lord Bute
hung in Effigy.--Colden's Coach-house broken open.--The Images placed in
the Coach, and dragged with Shouts through the Streets.--Hung again in
Sight of the Fort.--A Bonfire made of the Fence around Bowling
Green, and the Governor's Carriages, while the Garrison look silently
on.--Prejudice against Coaches.--Major James' House sacked.--Great Joy
and Demonstration at the Repeal of the Stamp Act.--Celebration of the
King's Birthday.--Loyalty of the People.--Mutiny Act.--A Riot becomes a
Great Rebellion.
CHAPTER IV.
DOCTORS' RIOT, 1788.
Body-snatching.--Bodies dug up by Medical Students.--Excitement of the
People.--Effect of the Discovery of a human Limb from the Hospital.--Mob
ransack the Building.--Destruction of Anatomical Specimens.--Arrival
of Mayor, and Imprisonment of Students.--Second Day.--Examination
of Columbia College and Physicians' Houses.--Appeal of the Mayor and
distinguished Citizens to the Mob.--Mob attempt to break into Jail and
seize the Students.--The Fight.--The Military called out.--Beaten by the
Mob.--Larger Military Force called out.--Attacked by the Mob.--Deadly
Firing.--Great Excitement.--Flight of Doctors and Students.
CHAPTER V.
SPRING ELECTION RIOTS OF 1834.
Fatal Error in our Naturalization Laws.--Our Experiment of
Self-government not a fair one.--Fruit of giving Foreigners the Right
to Vote.--Bitter Feeling between Democrats and Whigs.--First Day of
Election.--Ships "Constitution" and "Veto."--Whigs driven from the
Polls.--Excitement.--Whigs determined to defend themselves.--Meeting
called.--Resolutions.--Second Day's Election.--Attack on the Frigate
"Constitution."--A Bloody Fight.--Mayor and Officers wounded.--Mob
triumphant.--Excitement of the Whigs.--The Streets blocked by fifteen
thousand enraged Whigs.--Military called out.--Occupy Arsenal and
City Hall all Night.--Result of the Election.--Excitement of the
Whigs.--Mass-meeting in Castle Garden.
CHAPTER VI.
ABOLITION RIOTS OF 1834 AND 1835.
The Slavery Question agitated.--The End, Civil War.--The
Results.--William Lloyd Garrison.--Feeling of the People on the
Subject.--First Attempt to call a Meeting of the Abolitionists in New
York.--Meeting in Chatham Street Chapel.--A Fight.--Mob take Possession
of Bowery Theatre.--Sacking of Lewis Tappan's House.--Fight between Mob
and Police.--Mobbing of Dr. Cox's Church, in Laight Street.--His
House broken into.--Street Barricaded.--Attack on Arthur Tappan's
Store.--Second Attack on Church in Laight Street.--Church sacked in
Spring Street.--Arrival of the Military.--Barricades carried.--Mr.
Ludlow's House entered.--Mob at Five Points.--Destruction of
Houses.--The City Military called out.--Mob overawed, and Peace
restored.--Five Points Riot.--Stone-cutters' Riot.
CHAPTER VII.
FLOUR RIOT OF 1837.
Starvation will always create a Riot.--Foreign Population easily aroused
against the Rich.--Severe Winter of 1836.--Scarcity of Flour.--Meeting
of Citizens called without Result.--Meeting called in the
Park.--Speeches.--Sacking of Hart & Co.'s Flour Store, in Washington
Street.--Strange Spectacle.--National Guards called out.--Disperse the
Mob.--Attack on Herrick's Flour Store.--Folly of the Riot.
CHAPTER VIII.
ASTOR-PLACE RIOTS, 1849.
Rivalry between Forrest and Macready.--Macready's Arrival in this
Country.--The Announcement of his Appearance at the Astor-place Opera
House, and Forrest at the Broadway Theatre the same Night posted Side
by Side.--Bowery Boys crowd the Opera House.--Anxiety of
the Managers.--Consultations and Dramatic Scenes behind the
Curtain.--Stamping of the People.--Scene on raising the Curtain.--Stormy
Reception of Macready.--Howled down.--Mrs. Pope driven from the Stage by
the Outrageous Language of the Mob.--Macready not allowed to go
on.--His foolish Anger.--Flees for his Life.--His Appearance the
Second Night.--Preparations to put down the Mob.--Exciting Scene in the
Theatre.--Terrific Scenes without.--Military arrive.--Attacked by the
Mob.--Patience of the Troops.--Effort to avoid Firing.--The Order
to Fire.--Terrific Scene.--Strange Conduct of Forrest.--Unpublished
Anecdote of General Scott.
CHAPTER IX.
POLICE RIOT--DEAD-RABBITS' RIOT--BREAD RIOT, 1857.
Creation of the Metropolitan District.--Collision between Mayor
Wood's Police and the Metropolitan Police.--Seventh Regiment called
out.--Dead-Rabbits' Riot.--Severe Fight between the Roach Guards and
Dead Rabbits.--Police driven back.--Barricades erected.--Military called
out.--Killed and Wounded.--Bread Riot.--Financial Distress.
CHAPTER X.
DRAFT RIOTS OF 1863.
Cause of the Riots.--The London _Times_.--Draft called a despotic
Measure.--The despotic Power given to Washington by Congress.--Despotic
Action sometimes Necessary, in order to save the Life of the
Nation.--The Rights of Government.--Drafting he Legitimate Way to raise
an Army--It is not Unequal or Oppressive.
CHAPTER XI.
Rights of Municipalities.--Interference of the Legislature with the City
Government.--Conflict between the Governor and Police Commissioners.--A
Wrong becomes a Practical Blessing.--Provost Marshals.--Riot not
anticipated.--Bad time to commence the Draft.--Preparations of
Superintendent Kennedy.--The Police System.--Attack on Provost Marshal
Captain Erhardt.--Telegrams of the Police.--Kennedy starts on a Tour of
Observation.
CHAPTER XII.
Commencement of the Mob.--Its Line of March.--Its immense Size.--Attacks
a Provost-marshal's Office, in Third Avenue.--Set on Fire.--Terrible
Struggle of Kennedy for his Life with the Mob.--Carried to Head-quarters
unconscious.--Acton's Preparations.--The Telegraph System.--Mob cutting
down Telegraph Poles.--Number of Despatches sent over the Wires during
the Riot.--Superintendent of Telegraph Bureau seized and held Prisoner
by the Mob.
CHAPTER XIII.
Soldiers beaten by the Mob.--Gallant Fight of Sergeant McCredie.--Mob
Triumphant.--Beat Police Officers unmercifully.--Fearful Scenes.--Fifty
thousand People block Third Avenue.--A whole Block of Houses
burning.--Attack on a Gun Factory.--Defeat of the Broadway
Squad.--Houses sacked in Lexington Avenue.--Telegraph
Dispatches.--Bull's Head Tavern burned.--Block on Broadway
burned.--Burning of the <DW64>s' Orphan Asylum.--Attack on Mayor
Opdyke's House.--A Crisis nobly met.--Gallant Fight and Victory of
Sergeant Carpenter.--A thrilling Spectacle.
CHAPTER XIV.
No Military in the City.--The Mayor calls on General Wool, commanding
Eastern Department, for Help.--Also on General Sandford.--General Wool
sends to General Brown, commanding Garrison in the Harbor, for U. S.
Troops.--Marines of the States appealed to for Troops.--General Brown
assumes Command.--Attack of Mob on the _Tribune_ Building.--Its severe
Punishment.--Government Buildings garrisoned.--Difficulty between
Generals Brown and Wool.--Head-quarters.--Police Commissioners' Office
Military Head-quarters.
CHAPTER XV.
Telegraph Bureau.--Its Work.--Skill and Daring and Success of its
Force.--Interesting Incidents.--Hairbreadth Escapes.--Detective
Force.--Its arduous Labors.--Its Disguises.--Shrewdness, Tact, and
Courage.--Narrow Escapes.--Hawley, the Chief Clerk.--His exhausting
Labors.
CHAPTER XVI.
DRAFT RIOT--SECOND DAY.
Appearance of the City.--Assembling of the Mob.--Fight between Rioters
and the Police and Soldiers.--Storming of Houses.--Rioters hurled
from the Roofs.--Soldiers fire on the People.--Awful Death of
Colonel O'Brien.--Fight in Pitt Street.--Deadly Conflict for a Wire
Factory.--Horrible Impaling of a Man on an Iron Picket.--Mystery
attached to him.--Second Attack on Mayor Opdyke's House.--Second
Fight for the Wire Factory.--Telegraphic Dispatches.--Citizens
Volunteering.--Raid on the <DW64>s.--They are hunted to Death.--Savage
Spectacle.--<DW64>s seek Head-quarters of Police.--Appearance and State
of the City.--Colonel Nugent's House sacked.--Fight with the Mob in
Third Avenue.--Battle at Gibbon's House.--Policeman Shot.--Night
Attack on Brooks and Brothers' Clothing Store.--Value of the Telegraph
System.--Captain Petty.--Seymour's Speech to the Mob.--Cars and Stages
seized.--Barricades.--Other Fights.--Acton and his Labors.
CHAPTER XVII.
DRAFT RIOT--THIRD DAY.
Scenes in the City and at Head-quarters.--Fight in Eighth
Avenue.--Cannon sweep the Streets.--Narrow Escape of Captain Howell
and Colonel Mott.--Battle for Jackson's Foundry.--Howitzers clear
the Street.--State of Things shown by Telegraph Dispatches.--General
Sandford sends out a Force against a Mob, at Corner of Twenty-ninth
Street and Seventh Avenue.--Colonel Gardin's Fight with the Mob.--Is
Wounded.--Mob Victorious.--Dead and Wounded Soldiers left in the
Street.--Captain Putnam sent to bring them away.--Disperses the
Mob.--Terrific Night.
CHAPTER XVIII.
DRAFT RIOT--FOURTH DAY.
Proclamations by the Governor and Mayor.--City districted.--Appearance
of the East Side of the City.--A small Squad of Soldiers chased into
a Foundry by the Mob.--Fierce Fight between the Mob and Military in
Twenty-ninth Street.--Soldiers driven from the Ground, leaving a dead
Sergeant behind.--Captain Putnam sent to bring the Body away.--Mows
down the Rioters with Canister.--Storms the Houses.--Utter Rout of
the Mob.-- Orphans and <DW64>s taken by Police to
Blackwell's Island.--Touching Scene.--Coming on of Night and a
Thunder-storm.--Returning Regiments.--Increased Force in the City to put
down Violence.--Archbishop Hughes offers to address the
Irish.--Curious Account of an Interview of a Lady with him and Governor
Seymour.--Strange Conduct of the Prelate.
CHAPTER XIX.
CLOSING SCENES.
Tranquil Morning.--Proclamation of the Mayor.--Mob cowed.--Plunderers
afraid of Detection.--Dirty Cellars crowded with rich Apparel,
Furniture, and Works of Art.--Archbishop Hughes' Address.--Useless
Efforts.--Acton's Forty-eight Hours without Sleep over.--Change in
Military Commanders in the City.--General Brown relinquishes his
Command.--True Words.--Noble Character and Behavior of the Troops and
Police.--General Brown's invaluable Services.
CHAPTER XX.
Continued Tranquillity.--Strange Assortment of Plunder gathered in the
Cellars and Shanties of the Rioters.--Search for it exasperates
the Irish.--Noble Conduct of the Sanitary Police.--Sergeant
Copeland.--Prisoners tried.--Damages claimed from the City.--Number
of Police killed.--Twelve hundred Rioters killed.--The Riot Relief
Fund.--List of <DW52> People killed.--Generals Wool and Sandford's
Reports.--Their Truthfulness denied.--General Brown vindicated.
CHAPTER XXI.
ORANGE RIOTS OF 1870 AND 1871.
Religious Toleration.--Irish Feuds.--Battle of Boyne
Water.--Orangemen.--Origin and Object of the Society.--A Picnic at Elm
Park.--Attacked by the Ribbonmen.--The Fight. After Scenes.--Riot
of 1871.--Conspiracy of the Irish Catholics to prevent a Parade of
Orangemen.--Forbidden by the City Authorities.--Indignation of
the People.--Meeting in the Produce Exchange.--Governor Hoffman's
Proclamation.--Morning of the 12th.--The Orangemen at Lamartine
Hall.--Attack on the Armories.--The Harpers threatened.--Exciting
Scenes around Lamartine Hall and at Police Head-quarters.--Hibernia
Hall cleared.--Attack on an Armory.--Formation of the Procession.--Its
March.--Attacked.--Firing of the Military without Orders.--Terrific
Scene.--The Hospitals and Morgue.--Night Scenes.--Number of killed and
wounded.--The Lesson.
THE GREAT RIOTS OF NEW YORK CITY.
CHAPTER I.
Character of a City illustrated by Riots.--New Material for History of
Draft Riots.--History of the Rebellion incomplete without History of
them.--The Fate of the Nation resting on the Issues of the Struggle in
New York City.--The best Plan to adopt for Protection against Mobs.
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STILL JIM
* * * * *
[Illustration: "AND THE FLAG FLUTTERED LIGHTLY BEHIND THEM AND THE
DESERT WHISPERED ABOVE THEIR HEADS."--_Page 369_]
* * * * *
STILL JIM
By HONORE WILLSIE
AUTHOR OF
"The Heart of the Desert," Etc.
A. L. BURT COMPANY
PUBLISHERS. NEW YORK
PUBLISHED BY ARRANGEMENT WITH FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
Copyright, 1915, by
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
Copyright, 1914, 1915, by
THE RIDGWAY COMPANY
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages
Printed in the United States of America
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. QUARRY 1
II. THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE 14
III. THE BROWNSTONE FRONT 27
IV. JIM FINDS SARA AND PEN 38
V. THE SIGN AND SEAL 52
VI. THE MARATHON 65
VII. THE CUB ENGINEER 75
VIII. THE BROKEN SEAL 93
IX. THE MAKON ROAD 103
X. THE STRENGTH OF THE PACK 118
XI. OLD JEZEBEL ON THE RAMPAGE 133
XII. THE TENT HOUSE 147
XIII. THE END OF IRON SKULL'S ROAD 158
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ENGLAND AND THE WAR
being
SUNDRY ADDRESSES
delivered during the war
and now first collected
by
WALTER RALEIGH
OXFORD
1918
CONTENTS
PREFACE
MIGHT IS RIGHT
First published as one of the Oxford Pamphlets,
October 1914.
THE WAR OF IDEAS
An Address to the Royal Colonial Institute,
December 12, 1916.
THE FAITH OF ENGLAND
An Address to the Union Society of University
College, London, March 22, 1917.
SOME GAINS OF THE WAR
An Address to the Royal Colonial Institute,
February 13, 1918.
THE WAR AND THE PRESS
A Paper read to the Essay Society, Eton College,
March 14, 1918.
SHAKESPEARE AND ENGLAND
The Annual Shakespeare Lecture of the British
Academy, delivered July 4, 1918.
PREFACE
This book was not planned, but grew out of the troubles of the time.
When, on one occasion or another, I was invited to lecture, I did not
find, with Milton's Satan, that the mind is its own place; I could speak
only of what I was thinking of, and my mind was fixed on the War. I am
unacquainted with military science, so my treatment of the War was
limited to an estimate of the characters of the antagonists.
The character of Germany and the Germans is a riddle. I have seen no
convincing solution of it by any Englishman, and hardly any confident
attempt at a solution which did not speak the uncontrolled language of
passion. There is the same difficulty with the lower animals; our
description of them tends to be a description of nothing but our own
loves and hates. Who has ever fathomed the mind of a rhinoceros; or has
remembered, while he faces the beast, that a good rhinoceros is a
pleasant member of the community in which his life is passed? We see
only the folded hide, the horn, and the angry little eye. We know that
he is strong and cunning, and that his desires and instincts are
inconsistent with our welfare. Yet a rhinoceros is a simpler creature
than a German, and does not trouble our thought by conforming, on
occasion, to civilized standards and humane conditions.
It seems unreasonable to lay great stress on racial differences. The
insuperable barrier that divides England from Germany has grown out of
circumstance and habit and thought. For many hundreds of years the
German peoples have stood to arms in their own defence against the
encroachments of successive empires; and modern Germany learned the
doctrine of the omnipotence of force by prolonged suffering at the hands
of the greatest master of that immoral school--the Emperor Napoleon. No
German can understand the attitude of disinterested patronage which the
English mind quite naturally assumes when it is brought into contact
with foreigners. The best example of this superiority of attitude is to
be seen in the people who are called pacifists. They are a peculiarly
English type, and they are the most arrogant of all the English. The
idea that they should ever have to fight for their lives is to them
supremely absurd. There must be some mistake, they think, which can be
easily remedied once it is pointed out. Their title to existence is so
clear to themselves that they are convinced it will be universally
recognized; it must not be made a matter of international conflict.
Partly, no doubt, this belief is fostered by lack of imagination. The
sheltered conditions and leisured life which they enjoy as the parasites
of a dominant race have produced in them a false sense of security. But
there is something also of the English strength and obstinacy of
character in their self-confidence, and if ever Germany were to conquer
England some of them would spring to their full stature as the heroes of
an age-long and indomitable resistance. They are not held in much esteem
to-day among their own people; they are useless for the work in hand;
and their credit has suffered from the multitude of pretenders who make
principle a cover for cowardice. But for all that, they are kin to the
makers of England, and the fact that Germany would never tolerate them
for an instant is not without its lesson.
We shall never understand the Germans. Some of their traits may possibly
be explained by their history. Their passionate devotion to the State,
their amazing vulgarity, their worship of mechanism and mechanical
efficiency, are explicable in a people who are not strong in individual
character, who have suffered much to achieve union, and who have
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TRAVELS
IN THE
STEPPES OF THE CASPIAN SEA,
THE CRIMEA, THE CAUCASUS, &c.
BY
XAVIER HOMMAIRE DE HELL,
CIVIL ENGINEER,
MEMBER OF THE SOCIETE GEOLOGIQUE OF FRANCE, AND KNIGHT OF THE ORDER
OF ST. VLADIMIR OF RUSSIA.
WITH ADDITIONS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES.
LONDON:
CHAPMAN AND HALL, 186, STRAND.
MDCCCXLVII.
C. WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND.
AUTHOR'S PREFACE.
When I left Constantinople for Odessa my principal object was to
investigate the geology of the Crimea and of New Russia, and to arrive
by positive observations at the solution of the great question of the
rupture of the Bosphorus. Having once entered on this pursuit, I was
soon led beyond the limits of the plan I had marked out for myself, and
found it incumbent on me to examine all the vast regions that extend
between the Danube and the Caspian Sea to the foot of the northern <DW72>
of the Caucasus. I spent, therefore, nearly five years in Southern
Russia, traversing the country in all directions, exploring the course
of rivers and streams on foot or on horseback, and visiting all the
Russian coasts of the Black Sea, the Sea of Azof and the Caspian. Twice
I was intrusted by the Russian government with important scientific and
industrial missions; I enjoyed special protection and assistance during
all my travels, and I am happy to be able to testify in this place my
gratitude to Count Voronzof, and to all those who so amply seconded me
in my laborious investigations.
Thus protected by the local authorities, I was enabled to collect the
most authentic information respecting the state of men and things. Hence
I was naturally led to superadd to my scientific pursuits considerations
of all kinds connected with the history, statistics, and actual
condition of the various races inhabiting Southern Russia. I was,
moreover, strongly encouraged in my new task by the desire to make known
in their true light all those southern regions of the empire which have
played so important a part in the history of Russia since the days of
Peter the Great.
My wife, who braved all hardships to accompany me in most of my
journeys, has also been the partner of my literary labours in France. To
her belongs all the descriptive part of this book of travels.
Our work is published under no man's patronage; we have kept ourselves
independent of all extraneous influence; and in frankly pointing out
what struck us as faulty in the social institutions of the Muscovite
empire, we think we evince our gratitude for the hospitable treatment we
received in Russia, better than some travellers of our day, whose pages
are only filled with exaggerated and ridiculous flatteries.
XAVIER HOMMAIRE DE HELL.
DEFINITIONS.
_Geographic miles_ are of 15 to a degree of the equator.
A Russian Verst (104-3/10 to a degree), is 1/7 of a geographical mile,
1/4 of a French league of 25 to a degree. It is equal to 3484.9 English
feet, or nearly 2/3 of a statute mile. It is divided into 500
_sazhenes_, and each of these into 3 _arshines_.
A _deciatine_ (superficial measure) is equivalent to 2 acres, 2 roods,
32 perches, English.
A _pood_ is equal to 40 Russian or 36 English pounds.
100 _tchetverts_ (corn measure) are equal to about 74-1/2 English
quarters.
A _vedro_ (liquid measure) contains 3-1/4 English gallons, or 12-1/4
Litres.
Since 1839 the paper ruble has been suppressed, and has given place to
the silver ruble. But the former is always to be understood wherever the
word ruble occurs in the following pages. The paper ruble is worth from
1 fr. 10c. to 1 fr. 18c. according to the course of exchange; the silver
ruble is equal to 3-1/2 paper rubles.
* * * * *
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LONDON FILMS
BY W. D. HOWELLS
[Illustration: HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT]
CONTENTS
I. METEOROLOGICAL EMOTIONS
II. CIVIC AND SOCIAL COMPARISONS, MOSTLY ODIOUS
III. SHOWS AND SIDE-SHOWS OF STATE
IV. THE DUN YEAR'S BRILLIANT FLOWER
V. THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF THE STREETS
VI. SOME MISGIVINGS AS TO THE AMERICAN INVASION
VII. IN THE GALLERY OF THE COMMONS
VIII. THE MEANS OF SOJOURN
IX. CERTAIN TRAITS OF THE LONDON SPRINGTIME
X. SOME VOLUNTARY AND INVOLUNTARY SIGHTSEEING
XI. GLIMPSES OF THE LOWLY AND THE LOWLIER
XII. TWICE-SEEN SIGHTS AND HALF-FANCIED FACTS
XIII. AN AFTERNOON AT HAMPTON COURT
XIV. A SUNDAY MORNING IN THE COUNTRY
XV. FISHING FOR WHITEBAIT
XVI. HENLEY DAY
XVII. AMERICAN ORIGINS--MOSTLY NORTHERN
XVIII. AMERICAN ORIGINS--MOSTLY SOUTHERN
XIX. ASPECTS AND INTIMATIONS
XX. PARTING GUESTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT
FLEET STREET AND ST. DUNSTAN'S CHURCH
THE CARRIAGES DRAWN UP BESIDE THE SACRED CLOSE
SUNDAY AFTERNOON, HYDE PARK
ROTTEN ROW
A BLOCK IN THE STRAND
ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL
WESTMINSTER ABBEY
THE HORSE GUARDS, WHITEHALL
WESTMINSTER BRIDGE AND CLOCK TOWER
A HOUSE-BOAT ON THE THAMES AT HENLEY
THE CROWD OF SIGHT-SEERS AT HENLEY
THE TOWER OF LONDON
ST. OLAVE'S, TOOLEY STREET
LONDON BRIDGE
THE ANCIENT CHURCH OF ST. MAGNUS
THE EAST INDIA HOUSE OF CHARLES LAMB'S TIME
CHURCH OF THE DUTCH REFUGEES
BOW-BELLS (ST. MARY-LE-BOW, CHEAPSIDE)
STAPLE INN, HOLBORN
CLIFFORD'S INN HALL
ANCIENT CHURCH OF ST. MARTINS-IN-THE-FIELDS
HYDE PARK IN OCTOBER
THAMES EMBANKMENT
I
METEOROLOGICAL EMOTIONS
Whoever carries a mental kodak with him (as I suspect I was in the habit
of doing long before I knew it) must be aware of the uncertain value of
the different exposures. This can be determined only by the process of
developing, which requires a dark room and other apparatus not always at
hand; and so much depends upon the process that it might be well if it
could always be left to some one who makes a specialty of it, as in the
case of the real amateur photographer. Then one's faulty impressions
might be so treated as to yield a pictorial result of interest, or
frankly thrown away if they showed hopeless to the instructed eye.
Otherwise, one must do one's own developing, and trust the result,
whatever it is, to the imaginative kindness of the reader, who will
surely, if he is the right sort of reader, be able to sharpen the
blurred details, to soften the harsh lights, and blend the shadows in a
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THE
LITTLE GIRL
WHO WAS
TAUGHT BY EXPERIENCE.
[Illustration]
BOSTON.
BOWLES AND DEARBORN, 72 WASHINGTON STREET.
Isaac. R. Butts and Co. Printers.
1827.
District of Massachusetts, _to wit_:
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fifty-first year of the Independence of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
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THE IMPENDING CRISIS
Conditions Resulting from the Concentration of Wealth in the United States.
by
BASIL A. BOUROFF,
Graduate Student of the University of Chicago.
Publishers,
Midway Press Committee,
Chicago.
1900.
Copyright, 1900, by
Midway Press Committee.
PREFACE.
This is not a novel, nor a work of fiction; it is based on the facts of
the Eleventh Census and other statistical reports, and on the most
reliable authorities on these subjects. This book represents the most
essential and fundamental features of the nation’s situation. It shows
the reasons why your cities rapidly become the property of a
comparatively very few persons; why the American farmers lose their
ground, and the urban population lose liberty; and why all become
absolutely dependent upon a few multi-millionaires. It exposes the
conditions in consequence of which the whole nation becomes a nation of
mere tenants of farms and homes, paying rents; and, while the wealth
increases, the greatest majority of the people come into desperate
struggle not for pleasure, but for simple existence.
In order to impart as much knowledge in regard to the situation of the
nation as possible, it was found necessary to supply the readers with a
sufficient comparison of statistical facts, pointing to the differences
of averages made by different authorities on the subject. This
comparison has also been introduced for the purpose of indicating
certain truths of special value, and for finding the true bases of
reasonably dealing with the most vital problem of the national
existence. This problem involving conditions that cause the commonly
recognized social unrest of the present time is a problem which grows in
intensity.
Recognizing the difficulty in solving the problem and the danger of the
situation, we should not wonder, if the very persons who are always
inclined to make discounts in established truths, will be profoundly
surprised to know from the final conclusions here presented, that the
time of discounts has passed away, and that it is now too late to ignore
the facts of so serious significance.
If this work should come to be regarded as a general diagnosis of the
diseased situation, we may rest assured that there are many thousands of
people who will count it their sacred duty to find the proper remedy for
curing the disease of the national organism. For it will be seen that
the situation is rapidly growing worse every year with the increase of
population, and there must be an end to the disease. Surely, if the
increase of the national wealth is becoming less than the continual net
incomes of the private monopolies, trusts and combinations, it is not
difficult to recognize that the situation is already very bad. It is
therefore desirable that every one should carefully learn the situation.
THE AUTHOR.
Chicago, April 1, 1900.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH IN THE UNITED STATES.
Page.
Preliminary: opinions and views 1
Conclusions of Mr. G. K. Holmes, U. S. Census Expert, 5
illustrated by diagrams and Table I
Conclusions of Mr. Thos. G. Shearman 11
Diagrams, Table II, and explanation 12
Conclusions of Dr. C. B. Spahr 18
Diagrams, Table III, and explanation 20
CHAPTER II.
STATISTICS OF WEALTH OWNERS.
Statistics of aggregate wealth 27
Economic classes of families analysed 28
Holders of wealth, tenants and mortgagors 32
Reciprocal comparison of contradictory classes 39
Comparison of the poor and the rich families 42
Right table resulting from comparisons 45
Comparison of families in tables of different authorities: 47
averages of family wealth
Illustrative chart showing worth of individuals 50
CHAPTER III.
THE PROPERTIED AND PROPERTYLESS PEOPLE.
Fundamental difference in number of resources of the propertied 53
and propertyless
Sources of multiple incomes of the wealth owners 54
(Extent of mechanical forces applied to labor in favor of the 57
wealthy)
A propertyless man himself is a source of multiple expenses in 61
favor of the propertied
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DON QUIXOTE
Volume II.
Part 24.
by Miguel de Cervantes
Translated by John Ormsby
CHAPTER XXI.
IN WHICH CAMACHO'S WEDDING IS CONTINUED, WITH OTHER DELIGHTFUL INCIDENTS
While Don Quixote and Sancho were engaged in the discussion set forth the
last chapter, they heard loud shouts and a great noise, which were
uttered and made by the men on the mares as they went at full gallop,
shouting, to receive the bride and bridegroom, who were approaching with
musical instruments and pageantry of all sorts around them, and
accompanied by the priest and the relatives of both, and all the most
distinguished people of the surrounding villages. When Sancho saw the
bride, he exclaimed, "By my faith, she is not dressed like a country
girl, but like some fine court lady; egad, as well as I can make out, the
patena she wears rich coral, and her green Cuenca stuff is thirty-pile
velvet; and then the white linen trimming--by my oath, but it's satin!
Look at her hands--jet rings on them! May I never have luck if they're
not gold rings, and real gold, and set with pearls as white as a curdled
milk, and every one of them worth an eye of one's head! Whoreson baggage,
what hair she has! if it's not a wig, I never saw longer or fairer all
the days of my life. See how bravely she bears herself--and her shape!
Wouldn't you say she was like a walking palm tree loaded with clusters of
dates? for the trinkets she has hanging from her hair and neck look just
like them. I swear in my heart she is a brave lass, and fit 'to pass over
the banks of Flanders.'"
Don Quixote laughed at Sancho's boorish eulogies and thought that, saving
his lady Dulcinea del Toboso, he had never seen a more beautiful woman.
The fair Quiteria appeared somewhat pale, which was, no doubt, because of
the bad night brides always pass dressing themselves out for their
wedding on the morrow. They advanced towards a theatre that stood on one
side of the meadow decked with carpets and boughs, where they were to
plight their troth, and from which they were to behold the dances and
plays; but at the moment of their arrival at the spot they heard a loud
outcry behind them, and a voice exclaiming, "Wait a little, ye, as
inconsiderate as ye are hasty!" At these words all turned round, and
perceived that the speaker was a man clad in what seemed to be a loose
black coat garnished with crimson patches like flames. He was crowned (as
was presently seen) with a crown of gloomy cypress, and in his hand he
held a long staff. As he approached he was recognised by everyone as the
gay Basilio, and all waited anxiously to see what would come of his
words, in dread of some catastrophe in consequence of his appearance at
such a moment. He came up at last weary and breathless, and planting
himself in front of the bridal pair, drove his staff, which had a steel
spike at the end, into the ground, and, with a pale face and eyes fixed
on Quiteria, he thus addressed her in a hoarse, trembling voice:
"Well dost thou know, ungrateful Quiteria, that according to the holy law
we acknowledge, so long as live thou canst take no husband; nor art thou
ignorant either that, in my hopes that time and my own exertions would
improve my fortunes, I have never failed to observe the respect due to
thy honour; but thou, casting behind thee all thou owest to my true love,
wouldst surrender what is mine to another whose wealth serves to bring
him not only good fortune but supreme happiness; and now to complete it
(not that I think he deserves it, but inasmuch as heaven is pleased to
bestow it upon him), I will, with my own hands, do away with the obstacle
that may interfere with it, and remove myself from between you. Long live
the rich Camacho! many a happy year may he live with the ungrateful
Quiteria! and let the poor Basilio die, Basilio whose poverty clipped the
wings of his happiness, and brought him to the grave!"
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JACQUELINE
By (Mme. Blanc) Therese Bentzon
With a Preface by M. THUREAU-DANGIN, of the French Academy
TH. BENTZON
It is natural that the attention and affection of Americans should
be attracted to a woman who has devoted herself assiduously to
understanding and to making known the aspirations of our country,
especially in introducing the labors and achievements of our women to
their sisters in France, of whom we also have much to learn; for simple,
homely virtues and the charm of womanliness may still be studied with
advantage on the cherished soil of France.
Marie-Therese Blanc, nee Solms--for this is the name of the author
who writes under the nom de plume of Madame Bentzon--is considered
the greatest of living French female novelists. She was born in an old
French chateau at Seine-Porte (Seine et Oise), September 21, 1840.
This chateau was owned by Madame Bentzon's grandmother, the Marquise
de Vitry, who was a woman of great force and energy of character, "a
ministering angel" to her country neighborhood. Her grandmother's first
marriage was to a Dane, Major-General Adrien-Benjamin de Bentzon,
a Governor of the Danish Antilles. By this marriage there was one
daughter, the mother of Therese, who in turn married the Comte de Solms.
"This mixture of races," Madame Blanc once wrote, "surely explains a
kind of moral and intellectual cosmopolitanism which is found in my
nature. My father of German descent, my mother of Danish--my nom de
plume (which was her maiden-name) is Danish--with Protestant ancestors
on her side, though she and I were Catholics--my grandmother a sound and
witty Parisian, gay, brilliant, lively, with superb physical health
and the consequent good spirits--surely these materials could not have
produced other than a cosmopolitan being."
Somehow or other, the family became impoverished. Therese de Solms took
to writing stories. After many refusals, her debut took place in the
'Revue des Deux Mondes', and her perseverance was largely due to the
encouragement she received from George Sand, although that great woman
saw everything through the magnifying glass of her genius. But the
person to whom Therese Bentzon was most indebted in the matter of
literary advice--she says herself--was the late M. Caro, the famous
Sorbonne professor of philosophy, himself an admirable writer, "who put
me through a course of literature, acting as my guide through a vast
amount of solid reading, and criticizing my work with kindly severity."
Success was slow. Strange as it may seem, there is a prejudice against
female writers in France, a country that has produced so many admirable
women-authors. However, the time was to come when M. Becloz found one
of her stories in the 'Journal des Debats'. It was the one entitled 'Un
Divorce', and he lost no time in engaging the young writer to become one
of his staff. From that day to this she has found the pages of the Revue
always open to her.
Madame Bentzon is a novelist, translator, and writer of literary essays.
The list of her works runs as follows: 'Le Roman d'un Muet (1868); Un
Divorce (1872); La Grande Sauliere (1877); Un remords (1878); Yette and
Georgette (1880); Le Retour (1882); Tete folle (1883); Tony, (1884);
Emancipee (1887); Constance (1891); Jacqueline (1893). We need not enter
into the merits of style and composition if we mention that 'Un
remords, Tony, and Constance' were crowned by the French Academy, and
'Jacqueline' in 1893. Madame Bentzon is likewise the translator of
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ON THE EVE
A Novel
By Ivan Turgenev
Translated from the Russian By Constance Garnett
[With an introduction by Edward Garnett]
London: William Heinemann 1895
INTRODUCTION
This exquisite novel, first published in 1859, like so many great works
of art, holds depths of meaning which at first sight lie veiled under
the simplicity and harmony of the technique. To the English reader _On
the Eve_ is a charmingly drawn picture of a quiet Russian household,
with a delicate analysis of a young girl's soul; but to Russians it is
also a deep and penetrating diagnosis of the destinies of the Russia of
the fifties.
Elena, the Russian girl, is the central figure of the novel. In
comparing her with Turgenev's other women, the reader will remark that
he is allowed to come into closer spiritual contact with her than even
with Lisa. The successful portraits of women drawn by men in fiction are
generally figures for the imagination to play on; however much that is
told to one about them, the secret springs of their character are left
a little obscure, but when Elena stands before us we know all the
innermost secrets of her character. Her strength of will, her serious,
courageous, proud soul, her capacity for passion, all the play of her
delicate idealistic nature troubled by the contradictions, aspirations,
and unhappiness that the dawn of love brings to her, all this is
conveyed to us by the simplest and the most consummate art. The diary
(chapter xvi.) that Elena keeps is in itself a masterly revelation of
a young girl's heart; it has never been equalled by any other novelist.
How exquisitely Turgenev reveals his characters may be seen by an
examination of the parts Shubin the artist, and Bersenyev the student,
play towards Elena. Both young men are in love with her, and the
description of their after relations as friends, and the feelings of
Elena towards them, and her own self-communings are interwoven with
unfaltering skill. All the most complex and baffling shades of the
mental life, which in the hands of many latter-day novelists build up
characters far too thin and too unconvincing, in the hands of Turgenev
are used with deftness and certainty to bring to light that great
kingdom which is always lying hidden beneath the surface, beneath
the common-place of daily life. In the difficult art of literary
perspective, in the effective grouping of contrasts in character and
the criss-cross of the influence of the different individuals, lies the
secret of Turgenev's supremacy. As an example the reader may note how he
is made to judge Elena through six pairs of eyes. Her father's contempt
for his daughter, her mother's affectionate bewilderment, Shubin's
petulant criticism, Bersenyev's half hearted enthralment, Insarov's
recognition, and Zoya's indifference, being the facets for converging
light on Elena's sincerity and depth of soul. Again one may note
Turgenev's method for rehabilitating Shubin in our eyes; Shubin is
simply made to criticise Stahov; the thing is done in a few seemingly
careless lines, but these lines lay bare Shubin's strength and weakness,
the fluidity of his nature. The reader who does not see the art which
underlies almost every line of _On the Eve_ is merely paying the highest
tribute to that art; as often the clear waters of a pool conceal its
surprising depth. Taking Shubin's character as an example of creative
skill, we cannot call to mind any instance in the range of European
fiction where the typical artist mind, on its lighter sides, has been
analysed with such delicacy and truth as here by Turgenev. Hawthorne and
others have treated it, but the colour seems to fade from their artist
characters when a comparison is made between them and Shubin. And yet
Turgenev's is but a sketch of an artist, compared with, let us say, the
admirable figure of Roderick Hudson. The irresponsibility, alertness,
the whimsicality and mobility of Shubin combine to charm and irritate
the reader in the exact proportion that such a character affects him in
actual life; there is not the least touch of exaggeration, and all the
values are kept to a marvel. Looking at the minor characters, perhaps
one may say that the husband, Stahov, will be the most suggestive, and
not the least familiar character, to English households. His essentially
masculine meanness, his self-complacency, his unconscious indifference
to the opinion of others, his absurdity as '_un pere de famille_' is
balanced by the foolish affection and jealousy which his wife, Anna
Vassilyevna, cannot help feeling towards him. The perfect balance and
duality of Turgenev's outlook is here shown by the equal cleverness with
which he seizes on and quietly derides the typical masculine and typical
feminine attitude in such a married life as the two Stahovs'.
Turning to the figure of the Bulgarian hero, it is interesting to find
from the _Souvenirs sur Tourguenev_ (published in 1887) that Turgenev's
only distinct failure of importance in character drawing, Insarov, was
not taken from life, but was the legacy of a friend Karateieff, who
implored Turgenev to work out an unfinished conception. Insarov is a
figure of wood. He is so cleverly constructed, and the central idea
behind him is so strong, that his wooden joints move naturally, and the
spectator has only the instinct, not the certainty, of being cheated.
The idea he incarnates, that of a man whose soul is aflame with
patriotism, is finely suggested, but an idea, even a great one, does
not make an individuality. And in fact Insarov is not a man, he is an
automaton. To compare Shubin's utterances with his is to perceive that
there is no spontaneity, no inevitability in Insarov. He is a patriotic
clock wound up to go for the occasion, and in truth he is very useful.
Only on his deathbed, when the unexpected happens, and the machinery
runs down, do we feel moved. Then, he appears more striking dead than
alive--a rather damning testimony to the power Turgenev credits him
with. This artistic failure of Turgenev's is, as he no doubt recognised,
curiously lessened by the fact that young girls of Elena's lofty
idealistic type are particularly impressed by certain stiff types of
men of action and great will-power, whose capacity for moving straight
towards a certain goal by no means implies corresponding brain-power.
The insight of a Shubin and the moral worth of a Bersenyev are not so
valuable to the Elenas of this world, whose ardent desire to be made
good use of, and to seek some great end, is best developed by strength
of aim in the men they love.
And now to see what the novel before us means to the Russian mind, we
must turn to the infinitely suggestive background. Turgenev's genius was
of the same force in politics as in art; it was that of seeing aright.
He saw his country as it was, with clearer eyes than any man before
or since. If Tolstoi is a purer native expression of Russia's force,
Turgenev is the personification of Russian aspiration working with the
instruments of wide cosmopolitan culture. As a critic of his countrymen
nothing escaped Turgenev's eye, as a politician he foretold nearly all
that actually came to pass in his life, and as a consummate artist,
led first and foremost by his love for his art, his novels are undying
historical pictures. It is not that there is anything allegorical in
his novels--allegory is at the furthest pole from his method: it is
that whenever he created an important figure in fiction, that figure is
necessarily a revelation of the secrets of the fatherland, the soil, the
race. Turgenev, in short, was a psychologist not merely of men, but of
nations; and so the chief figure of _On the Eve_, Elena, foreshadows
and stands for the rise of young Russia in the sixties. Elena is young
Russia, and to whom does she turn in her prayer for strength? Not to
Bersenyev, the philosopher, the dreamer; not to Shubin, the man carried
outside himself by every passing distraction; but to the strong man,
Insarov. And here the irony of Insarov being made a foreigner, a
Bulgarian, is significant of Turgenev's distrust of his country's
weakness. The hidden meaning of the novel is a cry to the coming men
to unite their strength against the foe without and the foe within the
gates; it is an appeal to them not only to hasten the death of the
old regime of Nicolas I, but an appeal to them to conquer their
sluggishness, their weakness, and their apathy. It is a cry for Men.
Turgenev sought in vain in life for a type of man to satisfy Russia, and
ended by taking no living model for his hero, but the hearsay Insarov, a
foreigner. Russia has not yet produced men of this type. But the artist
does not despair of the future. Here we come upon one of the most
striking figures of Turgenev--that of Uvar Ivanovitch. He symbolises the
ever-predominant type of Russian, the sleepy, slothful Slav of to-day,
yesterday, and to-morrow. He is the Slav whose inherent force Europe is
as ignorant of as he is himself. Though he speaks only twenty sentences
in the book he is a creation of Tolstoian force. His very words are
dark and of practically no significance. There lies the irony of the
portrait. The last words of the novel, the most biting surely that
Turgenev ever wrote, contain the whole essence of _On the Eve_. On the
Eve of What? one asks. Time has given contradictory answers to the men
of all parties. The Elenas of to-day need not turn their eyes abroad
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THE WAR-WORKERS
BY
E.M. DELAFIELD
Author of "Zella Sees Herself"
William Heinemann
London
1918
To
J. A. S.
A very small token of innumerable bonds of union
Author's Foreword
The "Midland Supply Depot" of _The War-Workers_ has no
counterpart in real life, and the scenes and characters
described are also purely imaginary.
E.M. Delafield
I
At the Hostel for Voluntary Workers, in Questerham, Miss Vivian,
Director of the Midland Supply Depot, was under discussion that evening.
Half a dozen people, all of whom had been working for Miss Vivian ever
since ten o'clock that morning, as they had worked the day before and
would work again the next day, sat in the Hostel sitting-room and talked
about their work and about Miss Vivian.
No one ever talked anything but "shop," either in the office or at the
Hostel.
"Didn't you think Miss Vivian looked awfully tired today?"
"No wonder, after Monday night. You know the train wasn't in till past
ten o'clock. I think those troop-trains tire her more than anything."
"She doesn't have to cut cake and bread-and-butter and sandwiches for
two hours before the train gets in, though. I've got the usual blister
today," said an anaemic-looking girl of twenty, examining her
forefinger.
There was a low scoffing laugh from her neighbour.
"Miss Vivian cutting bread-and-butter! She does quite enough without
that, Henderson. She had the D.G.V.O. in there yesterday afternoon for
ages. I thought he was _never_ going. I stood outside her door for half
an hour, I should think, absolutely hung up over the whole of my work,
and I knew she was fearfully busy herself."
"It's all very well for you, Miss Delmege-you're her secretary and work
in her room, but _we_ can't get at her unless we're sent for. I simply
didn't know what to do about those surgical supplies for the Town
Hospital this morning, and Miss Vivian never sent for me till past
eleven o'clock. It simply wasted half my morning."
"She didn't have a minute; the telephone was going the whole time," said
Miss Delmege quickly. "But yesterday, you know, when the D.G.V.O.
wouldn't go, I thought she was going to be late at the station for that
troop-train, and things were fairly desperate, so what d'you suppose I
did?"
"Dashed into her room and got your head snapped off?" some one suggested
languidly. "I shall never forget one day last week when _I_ didn't know
which way to _turn_, we were so busy, and I went in without being sent
for, and Miss Vivian--"
"Oh yes, I remember," said Miss Delmege rapidly. She was a tall girl
with eyeglasses and a superior manner. She did not remember Miss Marsh's
irruption into her chief's sanctum with any particular clearness, but
she was anxious to finish her own anecdote. "But as _I_ was telling
you," she hurried on, affecting to be unaware that Miss Marsh and her
neighbour were exchanging glances, "when I saw that it was getting later
every minute, and the D.G.V.O. seemed rooted to the spot, I simply went
straight downstairs and rang up Miss Vivian on the telephone. Miss Cox
was on telephone duty, and she was absolutely horrified. She said, 'You
_don't_ mean to say you're going to ring up Miss Vivian,' she said; and
I said, 'Yes, I am. Yes, I am,' I said, and I did it. Miss Cox simply
couldn't get over it."
Miss Delmege paused to laugh in solitary enjoyment of her story.
"'Who's there?' Miss Vivian said-you know what she's like when she's in
a hurry. 'It's Miss Delmege,' I said. 'I thought you might want to know
that the train will be in at eight o'clock, Miss Vivian, and it's
half-past seven now.' She just said 'Thank you,' and rang off; but she
must have told the D.G.V.O., because he came downstairs two minutes
later. And she simply flung on her hat and dashed down into the car and
to the station."
"And, after all, the train wasn't in till past ten, so she might just as
well have stayed to put her hat on straight," said Miss Henderson
boldly. She had a reputation for being "downright" of which she was
aware, and which she strenuously sought to maintain by occasionally
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THERESA MARCHMONT,
OR,
THE MAID OF HONOUR.
A TALE.
By Mrs. Charles Gore
"La cour est comme un edifice bati de marbre; je veux dire qu'elle est
composee d'hommes fort durs, mais fort polis." _LA BRUYERE._
London, MDCCCXXIV
CHAPTER I.
"Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
shall never tremble. Hence horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!"--_MACBETH_
It was a gloomy evening, towards the autumn of the year 1676, and the
driving blasts which wept from the sea upon Greville Cross, a dreary
and exposed mansion on the coast of Lancashire, gave promise of a stormy
night and added to the desolation which at all traces pervaded its vast
and comfortless apartments.
Greville Cross had formerly been a Benedictine Monastery, and had been
bestowed at the Reformation, together with its rights of Forestry upon
Sir Ralph de Greville, the ancestor of its present possessor. Although
that part of the building containing the chapel and refectory had been
long in ruins, the remainder of the gloomy quadrangle was strongly
marked with the characteristics of its monastic origin. It had never
been a favourite residence of the Greville family; who were possessed of
two other magnificent seats, at one of which, Silsea Castle in Kent,
the present Lord Greville constantly resided; and the Cross, usually
so called from a large iron cross which stood in the centre of the
court-yard, and to which thousand romantic legends were attached, had
received few improvements from the modernizing hand of taste. Indeed
as the faults of the edifice were those of solid construction, it would
have been difficult to render it less gloomy or more convenient by any
change that art could affect. Its massive walls and huge oaken beams
would neither permit the enlargement of its narrow windows, nor the
destruction of its maze of useless corridors; and it was therefore
allowed to remain unmolested and unadorned; unless when an occasional
visit from some member of the Greville family demanded an addition to
its rude attempts of splendour and elegance. But it was difficult to
convey the new tangled luxuries of the capital to this remote spot;
and the tapestry, whose faded hues and moulding texture betrayed the
influence of the sea air, had not yet given plan to richer hangings. The
suite of state apartments as cold and comfortless in the extreme, but
one of the chambers had been recently decorated with more than usual
cost, on the arrival of Lord and Lady Greville, the latter of whom had
never before visited her Northern abode. Its dimensions, which were
somewhat less vast than those of the rest of the suite, rendered it
fitter for modern habits of life; and it had long ensured the preference
of the ladies of the House of Greville, and obtained the name of "the
lady's chamber," by which it is even to this day distinguished. The
walls were not incumbered by the portraits of those grim ancestors who
frowned in mail, or smiled in fardingale on the walls of the adjacent
galleries. The huge chimney had suffered some inhospitable contraction,
and was surmounted with marble; and huge settees, glittering with
gilding and satin, which in their turn would now be displaced by
the hand of Gillow or Oakley, had dispossessed the tall straight
backed-chairs, which in the olden times must have inflicted martyrdom on
the persons of our weary forefathers.
The present visit of Lord Greville to the Cross, was supposed to
originate in the dangerous illness of an old and favourite female
servant, who had held undisturbed control over the household since the
death of the first Lady Greville about ten years before. She had been
from her infancy attached to the family service, and having married a
retainer of the house, had been nurse to Lord Greville, whom she still
regarded with something of a maternal affection. Her husband had died
the preceding year; equally lamented by the master whom he served, and
the domestics whom he ruled; and his wife was now daily declining, and
threatening to follow her aged partner to the grave. It was imagined by
the other members of the establishment, that the old lady had written to
her master, with whom she frequently corresponded, to entreat a personal
interview, in order that she might resign her "steward-ship" into his
hands before her final release from all earthly cares and anxieties; and
in consideration of the length and importance of her services, none were
surprised at the readiness with which her request was granted.
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AUGUSTE CŒURET
_Attaché à la Préfecture de la Seine, Officier d'Académie_
LA BASTILLE
1370--1789
HISTOIRE--DESCRIPTION--ATTAQUE ET PRISE
OUVRAGE
ORNT. DE 37 PORTRAITS ET VIGNETTES
[Illustration]
PARIS
J. ROTHSCHILD, EDITEUR
13, RUE DES SAINTS-PÈRES, 13
1890
TABLE DES PORTRAITS, PLANS ET VIGNETTES
Meurtre d'Étienne Marcel à la Bastille Sainet-Anthoine 1
Plan de Paris sous Philippe-Auguste 4-5
La Bastille et la porte Saint-Antoine vues du Faubourg avant 1789 6
Lettre d'avis de l'envoi d'un prisonnier à la Bastille 8
Lettre de cachot 9
Lettre de levé d'écrou 10
Le jeune Seldon dans sa prison 12
Seconde évasion du chevalier de Latude 16
Portrait du chevalier de Latude, par Vestier (1791) 17
Statue de Voltaire 21
Le quartier Saint-Paul, les Tournelles et la Bastille vers 1540. 29
Jean Cardel dans son cachot 33
La Bastille et la porte Saint-Antoine vers 1380 37
La porte Saint-Antoine avant sa démolition (1788) 38
Horloge de la Bastille 55
Vue à vol d'oiseau du quartier Saint-Antoine en 1789 52
Plan de la Bastille en 1789 60
Place de la Bastille en 1889 62
Portrait de Necker 65
Portraits de Bailly et de Lafayette 67
Portrait de Siéyès 68
Portrait de Mirabeau 69
Portrait de Camille Desmoulins 72
Portrait du duc d'Orléans 73
Charge du Royal-Allemand sur le peuple de Paris le 12 juillet 1789 75
Portrait du général Marceau 88
Portrait du grenadier Arné 89
Les vainqueurs de la Bastille escortant les prisonniers 92
TABLE DES MATIÈRES
LA BASTILLE À TRAVERS LES AGES
LA PORTE SAINT-ANTOINE
DESCRIPTION DE LA BASTILLE EN 1789
PRISE DE LA BASTILLE
I. Evénements
II. Journée du 14 juillet 1789
LA BASTILLE À TRAVERS LES SIÈCLES
(1370-1789)
LA Bastille fut, à l'origine, une des portes fortifiées de l'enceinte de
Paris, dite de Charles V.
Ce nom de _Bastille_ s'appliquait alors à toute porte de ville flanquée
de tours: la bastille Saint-Denis et la bastille Saint-Antoine étaient
les deux plus importantes de l'enceinte que le prévôt des marchands,
Étienne Marcel, avait entrepris de renforcer en 1357 [1]. À sa mort
(1er juillet 1358), le prévôt de Paris, Hugues Aubriot, fut chargé de
compléter ces travaux de défense. Aubriot, pour protéger le quartier
Saint-Antoine et surtout l'hôtel royal de Saint-Paul contre les attaques
possibles du côté de Vincennes, décida de remplacer la porte ou bastille
Saint-Antoine par une forteresse dont il posa la première pierre, le 22
avril 1370[2].
[Note 1: Etienne Marcel, chef du tiers état et défenseur des droits
du peuple aux États généraux de 1356, pendant la captivité du roi Jean,
fut le premier qui tenta la révolution démocratique et réclama
énergiquement la garantie des libertés féodales et des franchises
communales accordées par Philippe le Bel.]
[Note 2: Quelques historiens, entre autres Piganiol de la Force,
donnent à tort: 22 avril 1371.]
Sous le règne du roi Jean, on éleva, à droite et à gauche de l'arcade de
la porte _Sainct Anthoine_ deux grosses tours rondes de 73 pieds de haut
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BUNCH GRASS
A CHRONICLE OF LIFE ON A CATTLE RANCH
BY HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL
AUTHOR OF "BROTHERS" "THE HILL" ETC. ETC.
1913
TO MY BROTHER
ARTHUR HONYWOOD VACHELL
I DEDICATE
THIS BOOK
FOREWORD
The author of _Bunch Grass_ ventures to hope that this book will
not be altogether regarded as mere flotsam and jetsam of English and
American magazines. The stories, it will be found, have a certain
continuity, and may challenge interest as apart from incident because
an attempt has been made to reproduce atmosphere, the atmosphere of a
country that has changed almost beyond recognition in three decades.
The author went to a wild California cow-country just thirty years
ago, and remained there seventeen years, during which period the land
from such pastoral uses as cattle and sheep-raising became subdivided
into innumerable small holdings. He beheld a new country in the
making, and the passing of the pioneer who settled vital differences
with a pistol. During those years some noted outlaws ranged at large
in the county here spoken of as San Lorenzo. The Dalton gang of train
robbers lived and died (some with their boots on) not far from the
village entitled Paradise. Stage coaches were robbed frequently. Every
large rancher suffered much at the hands of cattle and horse thieves.
The writer has talked to Frank James, the most famous of Western
desperados; he has enjoyed the acquaintance of Judge Lynch, who hanged
two men from a bridge within half-a-mile of the ranch-house; he
remembers the Chinese Riots; he has witnessed many a fight between the
hungry squatter and the old settler with no title to the leagues over
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Mrs. A. L. Wister's Translations.
12mo. Cloth, $1.00 per volume.
Countess Erika's Apprenticeship By Ossip Schubin.
"O Thou, My Austria!" By Ossip Schubin.
Erlach Court By Ossip Schubin.
The Alpine Fay By E. Werner.
The Owl's Nest By E. Marlitt.
Picked Up In The Streets By H. Schobert.
Saint Michael By E. Werner.
Violetta By Ursula Zoge von Manteufel.
The Lady With The Rubies By E. Marlitt.
Vain Forebodings By E. Oswald.
A Penniless Girl By W. Heimburg.
Quicksands By Adolph Streckfuss.
Banned And Blessed By E. Werner.
A Noble Name By Claire von Gluemer.
From Hand To Hand By Golo Raimund.
Severa By E. Hartner.
A New Race By Golo Raimund.
The Eichhofs By Moritz von Reichenbach.
Castle Hohenwald By Adolph Streckfuss.
Margarethe By E. Juncker.
Too Rich By Adolph Streckfuss.
A Family Feud By Ludwig Harder.
The Green Gate By Ernst Wichert.
Only A Girl By Wilhelmine von Hillern.
Why Did He Not Die? By Ad. von Volckhauser.
Hulda By Fanny Lewald.
The Bailiff's Maid By E. Marlitt.
In The Schillingscourt By E. Marlitt.
Countess Gisela By E. Marlitt.
At The Councillor's By E. Marlitt.
The Second Wife By E. Marlitt.
The Old Mam'selle's Secret By E. Marlitt.
Gold Elsie By E. Marlitt.
The Little Moorland Princess By E. Marlitt.
* * * * *
"Mrs. A. L. Wister, through her many translations of novels from the
German, has established a reputation of the highest order for literary
judgment, and for a long time her name upon the title-page of such a
translation has been a sufficient guarantee to the lovers of fiction of
a pure and elevating character, that the novel would be a cherished
home favorite. This faith in Mrs. Wister is fully justified by the fact
that among her more than thirty translations that have been published
by Lippincott's there has not been a single disappointment. And to the
exquisite judgment of selection is to be added the rare excellence of
her translations, which has commanded the admiration of literary and
linguistic scholars."--_Boston Home Journal_.
* * * * *
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA.
THE EICHHOFS
A ROMANCE
FROM THE GERMAN
OF
MORITZ VON REICHENBACH
BY
MRS. A. L. WISTER
TRANSLATOR OF "THE SECOND WIFE," "THE OLD MAM'SELLE'S SECRET,"
"ONLY A GIRL," ETC., ETC.
PHILADELPHIA:
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.
1896.
* * * * *
Copyright, 1881, by J. B. Lippincott & Co.
* * * * *
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
I. Shadows of Coming Events
II. Two Discontented Fathers
III. Hidden Springs
IV. Gossip
V. Marriage
VI. A Farewell Glass and a Death-bed
VII. Unexpected
VIII. At The Tomb
IX. Cloudy Weather at Eichhof
X. Found and Lost
XI. Thea Rounds her First Promontory
XII. Another Promontory Comes In Sight
XIII. A Period put to a Long Row of Figures
XIV. The Mistress of Eichhof and her Guests
XV. In Berlin
XVI. Revelations and their Consequences
XVII. The Consequences begin to Appear
XVIII. An Eventful Day
XIX. The Shadows Gather
XX. Dr. Nordstedt
XXI. Summer Days
XXII. A Crisis
XXIII. A Short Chapter, with a | 66.693468 |
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The Lady in the Car
By William Le Queux
Published by J.B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia.
This edition dated 1908.
The Lady in the Car, by William Le Queux.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
THE LADY IN THE CAR, BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX.
PREFACE.
AN APOLOGY.
I hereby tender an apology to the reader for being compelled, in these
curious chronicles of an adventurous motorist and his actions towards
certain of his female acquaintances, to omit real names, and to
substitute assumed ones. With the law of libel looming darkly, the
reason is obvious.
Since the days when, as lads, we played cricket together at Cheltenham
"the Prince," always a sportsman and always generous to the poor, has
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THE ABANDONED ROOM
A Mystery Story
BY WADSWORTH CAMP
Author of "The House of Fear," "War's Dark Frame," etc.
1917
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. KATHERINE HEARS THE SLY STEP OF DEATH AT THE CEDARS
II. THE CASE AGAINST BOBBY
III. HOWELLS DELIVERS HIMSELF TO THE ABANDONED ROOM
IV. A STRANGE LIGHT APPEARS AT THE DESERTED HOUSE
V. THE CRYING THROUGH THE WOODS
VI. THE ONE WHO CREPT IN THE PRIVATE STAIRCASE
VII. THE AMAZING MEETING IN THE SHADOWS OF THE OLD COURTYARD
VII. WHAT HAPPENED AT THE GRAVE
IX. BOBBY'S VIGIL IN THE ABANDONED ROOM
X. THE CEDARS IS LEFT TO ITS SHADOWS
THE ABANDONED ROOM
CHAPTER I
KATHERINE HEARS THE SLY STEP OF DEATH AT THE CEDARS
The night of his grandfather's mysterious death at the Cedars, Bobby
Blackburn was, at least until midnight, in New York. He was held there by
the unhealthy habits and companionships which recently had angered his
grandfather to the point of threatening a disciplinary change in his
will. As a consequence he drifted into that strange adventure which later
was to surround him with dark shadows and overwhelming doubts.
Before following Bobby through his black experience, however, it is
better to know what happened at the Cedars where his cousin, Katherine
Perrine was, except for the servants, alone with old | 67.245928 |
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_The Social Problems Series_
EDITED BY
OLIPHANT SMEATON, M.A., F.S.A.
THE CHILDREN
_The Social Problems Series_
THE CHILDREN
SOME EDUCATIONAL PROBLEMS
BY
ALEXANDER DARROCH, M.A.
PROFESSOR OF EDUCATION IN THE UNIVERSITY OF EDINBURGH
LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
16 HENRIETTA STREET, W.C.
AND EDINBURGH
1907
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. INTRODUCTION--THE PRESENT UNREST IN EDUCATION 1
II. THE MEANING AND PROCESS OF EDUCATION 13
III. THE END OF EDUCATION 22
IV. THE RELATION OF THE STATE TO EDUCATION--THE PROVISION
OF EDUCATION 31
V. THE RELATION OF THE STATE TO EDUCATION--THE COST OF
EDUCATION 46
VI. THE RELATION OF THE STATE TO EDUCATION--THE MEDICAL
EXAMINATION OF SCHOOL CHILDREN AND THE MEDICAL
INSPECTION OF SCHOOLS 54
VII. THE RELATION OF THE STATE TO EDUCATION--THE FEEDING OF
SCHOOL CHILDREN 66
VIII. THE ORGANISATION OF THE MEANS OF EDUCATION 77
IX. THE AIM OF PHYSICAL EDUCATION 85
X. THE AIM OF THE INFANT SCHOOL 98
XI. THE AIM OF THE PRIMARY SCHOOL 107
XII. THE AIM OF THE SECONDARY SCHOOL 118
XIII. THE AIM OF THE UNIVERSITY 126
XIV. CONCLUSION--THE PRESENT PROBLEMS IN EDUCATION 131
THE CHILDREN
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCTION--THE PRESENT UNREST IN EDUCATION
The problems as to the end or ends at which our educational agencies
should aim in the training and instruction of the children of the
nation, and of the right methods of attaining these ends once they have
been definitely and clearly recognised, are at the present day receiving
greater and greater attention not only from professed educationalists,
but also from statesmen and the public generally. For, in spite of all
that has been done during the past thirty years to increase the
facilities for education and to improve the means of instruction, there
is a deep-seated and widely spread feeling that, somehow or other,
matters educationally are not well with us, as a nation, and that in
this particular line of social development other countries have pushed
forward, whilst we have been content to lag behind in the educational
rear.
The faults in our present educational structure are many, and in some
cases obvious to all. In the first place, it is said, and with much
truth, that there is no systematic coherence between the different parts
of our educational machinery, and no thorough-going correlation between
the various aims which the separate parts of the system are intended to
realise. As Mr. De Montmorency has recently pointed out, we have always
had a national group of educational facilities, more or less efficient,
but we have never had, nor do we yet possess, a national system of
education so differentiated in its aims and so correlated as to its
parts as to form "an organic part of the life of the nation."[1] An
educational system should subserve and foster the life of the whole: it
should be so organised as to maintain a sufficient and efficient supply
of all the services which a nation requires at the hands of its adult
members. For it is only in so far as the educational system of any
country fulfils this end that it can be "organic," and can be entitled
to the claim of being called a national system.
This lack of coherence between the different parts of our educational
system and the want of any systematic plan or unity running through the
whole is due to many causes. As a nation, we are little inclined to
system-making, and as a consequence the problem of education as a whole
and in its total relation to the life and well-being of the State has
received but scant attention from politicians. Educational questions, in
this country, are rarely treated on their own merits and apart from
considerations of a party, political, or denominational character, and
hence the problems which have received attention in the past and evoke
discussion at the present are concerned with the nature of the
constitution, and limits of the power of the bodies to whom should be
entrusted the local control of the educational agencies of the country,
rather than with the problems as to the aims which we should seek to
realise through our educational organisation, and of the methods by
which these aims may be best realised. Hence, as a nation, we have
rarely considered for its own sake and as a whole the problem of the
education of the children. And until we have done so--until we have made
clear to ourselves the kind of future citizen which as a State we desire
to rear up--our educational agencies must manifest a like
indefiniteness, a like inconsistency, and a like want of connection as
do our educational aims and ideals.
Again, closely connected with this first-named defect in our educational
organisation, and in fact following from it as a logical consequence, is
our fatal method of developing this or that part of our educational
system and of leaving the other parts to develop, if at all, without any
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Congreve_, _Volume_ 2) by David Price, email [email protected]
THE WAY OF THE WORLD
A COMEDY
_Audire est operæ pretium_, _procedere recte_
_Qui mæchis non vultis_.—HOR. _Sat._ i. 2, 37.
—_Metuat doti deprensa_.—_Ibid_.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
RALPH, EARL OF MOUNTAGUE, ETC.
MY LORD,—Whether the world will arraign me of vanity or not, that I have
presumed to dedicate this comedy to your lordship, I am yet in doubt;
though, it may be, it is some degree of vanity even to doubt of it. One
who has at any time had the honour of your lord | 67.933052 |
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THE IRISH PENNY JOURNAL.
NUMBER 27. SATURDAY, JANUARY 2, 1841. VOLUME I.
[Illustration: THE IRISH MIDWIFE.--PART II.
BY WILLIAM CARLETON.]
The village of Ballycomaisy was as pleasant a little place as one
might wish to see of a summer’s day. To be sure, like all other Irish
villages, it was remarkable for a superfluity of “pigs, praties, and
childre,” which being the stock in trade of an Irish cabin, it is to be
presumed that very few villages either in Ireland or elsewhere could go
on properly without them. It consisted principally of one long street,
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OR,
LOVE AND PRIDE.
By MARY J. HOLMES
1878
----
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.--THE INMATES OF THE FARM-HOUSE.
CHAPTER II.--MR. GRAHAM AND JESSIE.
CHAPTER III.--EIGHT YEARS LATER.
CHAPTER IV.--JESSIE AND ELLEN.
CHAPTER V.--WALTER AND JESSIE.
CHAPTER VI.--OLD MRS. BARTOW.
CHAPTER VII.--HUMAN NATURE.
CHAPTER VIII.--A RETROSPECT.
CHAPTER IX.--NELLIE.
CHAPTER X.--A DISCLOSURE.
CHAPTER XI.--THE NIGHT AFTER THE BURIAL.
CHAPTER XII.--A CRISIS.
CHAPTER XIII.--EXPLANATIONS.
CHAPTER XIV.--THE STRANGER NURSE.
CHAPTER XV.--GLORIOUS NEWS.
CHAPTER XVI.--THANKSGIVING DAY AT DEERWOOD.
CHAPTER XVII.--CONCLUSION.
----
CHAPTER I.--THE INMATES OF THE FARM-HOUSE.
Old Deacon Marshall sat smoking beneath the maple tree which he had
planted many years before, when he was scarcely older than the little
girl sitting on the broad doorstep and watching the sun as it went down
behind the western hills. The tree was a sapling then, and himself a
mere boy. The sapling now was a mighty tree, and its huge branches swept
the gable roof of the time-worn building, while the boy was a
gray-haired man, sitting there in the glorious sunset of that bright
October day, and thinking of all which had come to him since the morning
long ago, when, from the woods near by, he brought the little twig, and
with his mother's help secured it in its place, watching anxiously for
the first indications of its future growth.
Across the fields and on a shady hillside, there were white headstones
gleaming in the fading sunlight. He could count them all from where he
sat,--could tell which was his mother's, which his father's, and which
his fair-haired sister's. Then there came a blur before his eyes, and
great tears rolled down his furrowed cheek, as he remembered that in
that yard there were more graves of his loved ones than there were
chairs around his fireside, even though he counted the one which for
years had not been used, but stood in the dark corner of the kitchen,
just where it had been left that dreadful night when his only son was
taken from him. On the hillside there was no headstone for that boy, but
there were two graves, which had been made just as many years as the
arm-chair of oak had stood in the dark corner, and on the handsome
monument which a stranger's hand had reared, was cut the name of the
deacon's wife and the deacon's daughter-in-law.
Fourteen times the forest tree had cast its leaf since this last great
sorrow came, and the old man had in a measure recovered from the
stunning blow, for new joys, new cares, new loves had sprung into
existence, and few who looked into his calm, unruffled face, ever
dreamed of the anguish he had suffered. Time will soften the keenest
grief, and in all the town there was not apparently a happier man than
the deacon; though as often as the autumn came, bringing the frosty
nights and hazy October days, there stole a look of sadness over his
face, and the pipe, his never-failing friend, was brought into
requisition more frequently than ever.
"It drove the blues away," he said; but on the afternoon of which we
write, _the blues_ must have dipped their garments in a deeper dye than
usual, for though the thick smoke curled in graceful wreaths about his
head, it did not dissipate the gloom which weighed upon his spirits as
he sat beneath the maple, counting the distant graves, and then casting
his eye down the long lane, through which a herd of cows was wending its
homeward way. They were the deacon's cows, and he watched them as they
came slowly on, now stopping to crop the tufts of grass growing by the
wayside, now thrusting their slender horns over the low fence in quest
of the juicy cornstalk, and then quickening their movements as they
heard the loud, clear whistle of their driver, a lad of fourteen, and
the deacon's only grandson.
Walter Marshall was a handsome boy, and none ever looked into his frank,
open face, and clear, honest eyes, without turning to look again, he
seemed so manly, so mature for his years, while about his slightly
compressed lips there was an expression as if he were constantly seeking
to force back some unpleasant memory, which had embittered his young
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[Illustration: Oliver Resents his Step-brother's Interference.]
ADRIFT IN THE CITY
OR
_OLIVER CONRAD'S PLUCKY FIGHT_
BY
HORATIO ALGER, JR.
AUTHOR OF "RAGGED DICK" SERIES, "TATTERED TOM" SERIES, "LUCK AND PLUCK"
SERIES
THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO.
PHILADELPHIA
CHICAGO TORONTO
COPYRIGHT, 1895,
BY
PORTER | 69.017743 |
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HANDBOOKS OF THE GREAT
CRAFTSMEN. EDITED BY
G. C. WILLIAMSON, LITT.D.
PETER VISCHER
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Handbooks of the Great Craftsmen.
--------------
Illustrated Monographs, Biographical and Critical, on the Great
Craftsmen and Workers of Ancient and Modern Times.
Edited by G. C. WILLIAMSON, Litt.D.
Imperial 16mo, with numerous Illustrations, 5s. net each.
First Volumes of the Series
THE PAVEMENT MASTERS OF SIENA. Workers in Graffito. By R. H. HOBART
CUST, M.A.
PETER VISCHER. Bronze Founder. By CECIL HEADLAM, B.A.
THE IVORY WORKERS OF THE MIDDLE AGES. By A. M. CUST.
Others to follow.
--------------
LONDON: GEORGE BELL AND SONS
NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN CO.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Illustration: STEIN PHOTO.] [FROM A DRAWING IN POSSESSION OF T. A.
STEIN, NÜRNBERG
1. PORTRAIT OF PETER VISCHER]
PETER VISCHER
by
CECIL HEADLAM, B.A.
Formerly Demy of Magdalen College, Oxford; Author of
“The Story of Nuremberg,” etc.
[Illustration: Publisher’s Logo]
London
George Bell and Sons
1901
Chiswick Press: Charles Whittingham and Co.
Tooks Court, Chancery Lane, London.
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PREFACE
THE Germans have by nature the gift of working in metal, and, among
them, in the realms of bronze, Peter Vischer stands easily first. His
position as a craftsman may, in fact, be compared with that held by his
contemporary and fellow citizen, Albert Dürer, as an artist. The history
of his works and of those of his house, have a peculiar interest to the
student of art, inasmuch as they illustrate the gradual but easily
traceable passage of the German craftsmen from the style of late Gothic
to that of complete neo-paganism, and, from the school of the Northern
painters and sculptors to that of the great Italian masters
successively.
I speak of the works of Peter Vischer “and his house,” because, in
tracing this development, we have to take into consideration not only
his works but also those of his father Hermann and of his sons, Hermann
and Peter and Hans. The pendulum of criticism has indeed swung more than
once since the Emperor Maximilian used to visit Peter Vischer’s foundry
in Nuremberg, and the questions as to what are actually the works of the
Master and what position is to be assigned to him in the world of art,
have been answered in more ways than one. For many years, owing partly
to the ignorance of most people, and partly no doubt to the greed of the
few, the tendency was to attribute to this one famous craftsman the
works of many. At one time almost any work of art in bronze to be found
throughout the length and breadth of Germany was attributed to Peter
Vischer, just as a Talleyrand or a Sydney Smith has had witticisms of
every date and every quality fathered upon him.
From unreasoning praise, again, men passed to equally undiscriminating
disparagement. Heideloff arose and wished the world to see in Peter
Vischer nothing but the mere craftsman who put into bronze the designs
and models of Adam Krafft or another. The admirable labours of Retberg,
however, and of Dr. Lübke have shown how little foundation there is for
this view, and, more recently, by the application of the principles of
more exact art-criticism, Dr. Seeger, in his minute and loving study of
Peter Vischer the younger, has vindicated the claim of the great
craftsman’s son to rank with, or even above, his father as the first and
greatest exponent of Renaissance plastic-work in Germany.
To the two latter authors I have been continually and especially
indebted whilst writing the present monograph. For the use of very many
of the illustrations forming the volume to which Dr. Lübke contributed
the text, my best thanks and acknowledgements are due to the publisher,
Herr Stein, of Nuremberg.
C. H.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS ix
BIBLIOGRAPHY xi
I. HERMANN VISCHER AND THE EARLY GERMAN 1
BRONZE-WORK
II. PETER VISCHER: HIS LIFE 9
III. THE EARLY WORKS OF PETER VISCHER 20
IV. THE SHRINE OF ST. SEBALD 36
V. THE TOMB OF MAXIMILIAN 64
VI. THE TUCHER MONUMENT AND THE NUREMBERG 72
MADONNA
VII. THE MINOR WORKS OF PETER VISCHER THE 86
YOUNGER
VIII. THE TOMB OF ELECTOR FREDERICK THE WISE, 101
AND THE RATHAUS RAILING
IX. THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF VISCHER 119
X. THE IMPORTANCE OF THE WORKS OF THE 130
VISCHERS
CATALOGUE OF THE WORKS OF THE VISCHERS 133
Index 142
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PLATE PAGE
1. PORTRAIT OF PETER VISCHER Frontispiece
2. PETER VISCHER, THE CRAFTSMAN St. Sebald, 13
Nürnberg
3. TOMB OF ARCHBISHOP ERNST Cathedral, 23
Magdeburg
4. TOMB OF ARCHBISHOP ERNST Cathedral, 27
Magdeburg
5. ST. MAURICE Krafft House, Nürnberg 29
6. MONUMENT OF COUNT HERMANN VIII. Church, 31
Römhild
7. TOMB OF ST. SEBALD St. Sebald, Nürnberg 43
8. ST. PETER St. Sebald, Nürnberg 46
9. ST. SEBALD St. Sebald, Nürnberg 47
10. ST. SEBALD PUNISHES AN UNBELIEVER St. 55
Sebald, Nürnberg
11. ST. SEBALD HEALING THE BLIND MAN St. 57
Sebald, Nürnberg
12. ST. PAUL St. Sebald, Nürnberg 59
13. ST. BARTHOLOMEW St. Sebald, Nürnberg 61
14. THEODORIC, KING OF THE GOTHS Tomb of 68
Maximilian, Innsbruck
15. KING ARTHUR Tomb of Maximilian, 69
Innsbruck
16. MEETING OF CHRIST WITH THE SISTERS OF 75
LAZARUS Cathedral, Ratisbon
17. BEWEINUNG CHRISTI St. Ægidius, Nürnberg 79
18. THE NUREMBERG MADONNA Museum, Nürnberg 81
19. ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE Collection of M. 90
Dreyfus, Paris
20. ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE Museum, Berlin 93
21. EARTHLY LIFE (INKSTAND) Ashmolean 96
Museum, Oxford
22. HEAVENLY LIFE (INKSTAND) Ashmolean 97
Museum, Oxford
23. ELECTOR FREDERICK THE WISE 103
Schlosskirche, Wittenberg
24. THE RATHAUS RAILING Formerly at Nürnberg 109
25. THE RATHAUS RAILING Formerly at Nürnberg 113
26. BOY WITH BAGPIPES Museum, Nürnberg 120
27. TOMB-PLATE OF DUCHESS HELENE VON 121
MECKLENBURG Cathedral, Schwerin
28. THE APOLLO FOUNTAIN Rathaus Court, 126
Nürnberg
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BIBLIOGRAPHY
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CHRISTINE
By AMELIA E. BARR
Christine
Joan
Profit and Loss
Three Score and Ten
The Measure of a Man
The Winning of Lucia
Playing with Fire
All the Days of My Life
D. APPLETON & COMPANY
Publishers New York
[Illustration: When she came to the top of the cliff, she turned and
gazed again at the sea. Page 6]
CHRISTINE
A FIFE FISHER GIRL
BY
AMELIA E. BARR
AUTHOR OF "JOAN", "PROFIT AND LOSS", "THE MEASURE OF A MAN",
"ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE", ETC.
FRONTISPIECE BY STOCKTON MULFORD
"_The sea is His, and He made it_"
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK LONDON
1917
COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
Printed in the United States of America
I Inscribe This Book To
Rutger Bleecker Jewett
Because He is my Friend, And
Expresses All That Jewel of a
Monosyllable Requires And
Because, Though a Landsman,
He Loves the Sea And
In His Dreams, He is a Sailor.
Amelia E. Barr.
_January 7th, 1917._
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
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[Illustration]
THE GOLDEN AGE IN TRANSYLVANIA
Publisher's Note.
This delightful historical romance by Jokai (pronounced by critics his
best), is published in England under the title of "Midst the Wild
Carpathians." This, the American edition, is printed in a more
readable type, making a volume of one hundred additional pages.
The scene of the story is laid in Transylvania; the time is the close
of the seventeenth century, and the incidents relate to the reign of
Michel Apafi, whom the Turks raised to the throne, ending with the
murder of Denis Banfi, the last of the powerful Transylvanian barons.
The story which has more than simple basis of truth, is absorbingly
interesting and displays all the virility of Jokai's powers, his
genius of description, his keenness of characterization, his subtlety
of humor and his consummate art in the progression of the novel from
one apparent climax to another.
THE GOLDEN AGE
IN
TRANSYLVANIA
BY
MAURUS JOKAI
Author of "Black Diamonds," "Peter the Priest," Etc., Etc.
TRANSLATED BY S. L. AND A. V. WAITE
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
9 and 11 EAST 16th STREET
1898
Copyright 1898
BY
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
_The Golden Age in Transylvania_
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. A HUNTING PARTY IN THE YEAR 1666 7
II. THE HOUSE IN EBESFALVA 32
III. A PRINCE BY COMPULSION 45
IV. THE HUNGARIAN PRINCES IN BANQUET 60
V. CASTLE BODOLA 69
VI. THE BATTLE OF NAGY-SZOeLLOeS 86
VII. THE PRINCESS 107
VIII. AZRAELE 130
IX. THE PRINCE AND HIS MINISTER 143
X. THE LIEUTENANT OF THE ROUNDS 170
XI. SANGA-MOARTA 184
XII. A GREAT LORD IN THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY 215
XIII. THE NIGHT 243
XIV. THE COURT OF JUSTICE IN THE BANQUET HALL 266
XV. THE DIET OF KARLSBURG 279
XVI. THE LEAGUE 297
XVII. DEATH FOR A KISS 308
XVIII. WIFE AND ODALISQUE 325
XIX. THE JUDGMENT 356
THE GOLDEN AGE IN TRANSYLVANIA
CHAPTER I
A HUNTING PARTY IN THE YEAR 1666
Before we cross the Kiralyhago, let us cast a parting glance at
Hungary. I will unroll before your eyes a scene, partly the result of
an adverse fate, partly of a dark mystery, representing joy and also
deep sorrow. An incident of a moment becomes the turning-point of a
whole century.
My soul is saddened by the images thus conjured up; the figures out of
the past blind my sight. Would that my hand were mighty enough to
write down what my soul sees in that magic mirror. May your
impressions, your recollections, complete the scene wherever the
writer fails through weariness.
* * * * *
We find ourselves in the valley of the Drave, in one of those
boundless tracts where even the wild beasts lose themselves. Here are
primeval forests, the roots of which rest in the water of a great
swamp encircled not by water lilies and reed-grass, but by giant trees
whose branches, dropping below the surface, form new roots in the
quickening water. Here the swan builds its nest; this is the haunt of
the heron and all those wild creatures one of which only now and then
marches out into more frequented regions. On the higher ground, where
in late summer the waters ebb, spring such flowers as might have been
seen just after the deluge, so luxuriant and so strange is their
mighty growth out of the slimy mud. The branches of ivy, stout as
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Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
Bold text has been marked with =equals signs=.
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Public Domain.
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I 1
CHAPTER II 10
CHAPTER III 25
CHAPTER IV 37
CHAPTER V 52
CHAPTER VI 59
CHAPTER VII 77
CHAPTER VIII 90
CHAPTER IX 101
CHAPTER X 109
CHAPTER XI 124
CHAPTER XII 132
CHAPTER XIII 143
CHAPTER XIV 155
CHAPTER XV 170
CHAPTER XVI 180
CHAPTER XVII 194
CHAPTER XVIII 202
CHAPTER XIX 219
CHAPTER XX 239
CHAPTER XXI 248
CHAPTER XXII 264
CHAPTER XXIII 274
CHAPTER XXIV 288
CHAPTER XXV 299
A CHICAGO PRINCESS
A CHICAGO
PRINCESS
By ROBERT BARR
Author of “Over the Border,” “The Victors,” “Tekla,”
“In the Midst of Alarms,” “A Woman Intervenes,” etc.
Illustrated by FRANCIS P. WIGHTMAN
[Illustration]
New York · FREDERICK A.
STOKES COMPANY · Publishers
_Copyright, 1904, by_
ROBERT BARR
_All rights reserved_
This edition published in June, 1904
A CHICAGO PRINCESS
CHAPTER I
When I look back upon a certain hour of my life it fills me with wonder
that I should have been so peacefully happy. Strange as it may seem,
utter despair is not without its alloy of joy. The man who daintily
picks his way along a muddy street is anxious lest he soil his polished
boots, or turns up his coat collar to save himself from the shower that
is beginning, eager then to find a shelter; but let him inadvertently
step into a pool, plunging head over ears into foul water, and after
that he has no more anxiety. Nothing that weather can inflict will add
to his misery, and consequently a ray of happiness illumines his gloomy
horizon. He has reached the limit; Fate can do no more; and there is
a satisfaction in attaining the ultimate of things. So it was with me
that beautiful day; I had attained my last phase.
I was living in the cheapest of all paper houses, living as the
Japanese themselves do, on a handful of rice, and learning by
experience how very little it requires to keep body and soul together.
But now, when I had my next meal of rice, it would be at the expense
of my Japanese host, who was already beginning to suspect,--so it
seemed to me,--that I might be unable to liquidate whatever debt I
incurred. He was very polite about it, but in his twinkling little
eyes there lurked suspicion. I have travelled the whole world over,
especially the East, and I find it the same everywhere. When a man
comes down to his final penny, some subtle change in his deportment
seems to make the whole world aware of it. But then, again, this
supposed knowledge on the part of the world may have existed only in my
own imagination, as the Christian Scientists tell us every ill resides
in the mind. Perhaps, after all, my little bowing landlord was not
troubling himself about the payment of the bill, and I only fancied him
uneasy.
If an untravelled person, a lover of beauty, were sitting in my place
on that little elevated veranda, it is possible the superb view spread
out before him might account for serenity in circumstances which to
the ordinary individual would be most depressing. But the view was an
old companion of mine; goodness knows I had looked at it often enough
when I climbed that weary hill and gazed upon the town below me, and
the magnificent harbor of Nagasaki spreading beyond. The water was
intensely blue, dotted with shipping of all nations, from the stately
men-of-war to the ocean tramps and the little coasting schooners. It
was an ever-changing, animated scene; but really I had had enough of it
during all those ineffective months of struggle in the attempt to earn
even the rice and the poor lodging which I enjoyed.
[Illustration: “The twinkling eyes of the Emperor fixed themselves on
Miss Hemster.”
_Page 144_
]
Curiously, it was not of this harbor I was thinking, but of another in
far-distant Europe, that of Boulogne in the north of France, where I
spent a day with my own yacht before I sailed for America. And it was a
comical thought that brought the harbor of Boulogne to my mind. I had
seen a street car there, labelled “Le Dernier Sou,” which I translated
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MARIE GRUBBE
A LADY OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY
BY
JENS PETER JACOBSEN
TRANSLATED FROM THE DANISH
BY HANNA ASTRUP LARSEN
[Illustration: (publisher's logo)]
NEW YORK
BONI & LIVERIGHT
1918
_Copyright, 1917, by The American Scandinavian Foundation_
INTRODUCTION
"Language is like an instrument that requires to be tuned occasionally.
A few times in the course of a century the literary language of a
country needs to be tuned afresh; for as no generation can be satisfied
to think the thoughts of the preceding one, so no group of men in the
world of letters can use the language of the school that went before
them." With these words Georg Brandes begins his discussion[1] of the
influence of J. P. Jacobsen. As Brandes himself was the critic who
found new paths, Jacobsen was the creative artist who moulded his
native language into a medium fit for modern ideas. At the time when
Denmark and Norway had come to a parting of ways intellectually, and
the great Norwegians were forming their own rugged style, Jacobsen
gave the Danes a language suited to their needs, subtle, pliant, and
finely modulated. He found new methods of approach to truth and even a
new manner of seeing nature and humanity. In an age that had wearied
of generalities, he emphasized the unique and the characteristic.
To a generation that had ceased to accept anything because it was
accepted before, he brought the new power of scientific observation
in the domain of the mind and spirit. In order to understand him it
is necessary to follow the two currents, the one poetic, the other
scientific, that ran through his life.
[1] _Det moderne Gennembruds Mænd._
Jens Peter Jacobsen was born in Jutland, in the little town of
Thisted, on April 7, 1847, and was the son of a merchant in moderate
circumstances. From his mother he inherited a desire to write poetry,
which asserted itself while he was yet a boy. His other chief interest
was botany, then a new feature of the school curriculum. He had a
fervent love of all plant-life and enjoyed keenly the fairy-tales of
Hans Christian Andersen, in which flowers are endowed with personality.
At twenty, Jacobsen wrote in his diary that he did not know whether
to choose science or poetry for his life-work, since he felt equally
drawn to both. He added: "If I could bring into the realm of poetry the
eternal laws of nature, its glories, its riddles, its miracles, then I
feel that my work would be more than ordinary."
He was one of the first in Scandinavia to realize the importance of
Darwin, and translated _The Origin of Species_ and _The Descent of
Man_, besides writing magazine articles elucidating the principles of
evolution. Meanwhile he carried on his botanical research faithfully
and, in 1872, won a gold medal in the University at Copenhagen for a
thesis on the Danish _desmidiaciae_, a microscopic plant growing in
the marshes. In the same year, he made his literary debut with a short
story, _Mogens_, which compelled attention by the daring originality of
its style. From that time on, he seems to have had no doubt that his
life-work was literature, though he became primarily a master of prose
and not, as he had dreamed in his boyhood, a writer of verse.
In the spring of 1873, he wrote from Copenhagen to Edvard Brandes:[2]
"Just think, I get up every morning at eleven and go to the Royal
Library, where I read old documents and letters and lies and
descriptions of murder, adultery, corn rates, whoremongery, market
prices, gardening, the siege of Copenhagen, divorce proceedings,
christenings, estate registers, genealogies, and funeral sermons.
All this is to become a wonderful novel to be called 'Mistress Marie
Grubbe, Interiors from the Seventeenth Century.' You remember, she
is the one who is mentioned in Holberg's Epistles and in _The Goose
Girl_ by Andersen, and who was first married to U. F. Gyldenlöve and
afterwards to a ferryman."
[2] _Breve fra J. P. Jacobsen._ Med Forord udgivne af Edvard Brandes.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Vol. 147
SEPTEMBER 9, 1914.
CHARIVARIA.
The _Deutsche Tageszeitung_ says:--"Our present war with England shall
not be done by halves; it is no war to be stopped by 'notice,' but by a
proper settlement. Otherwise the peace we all desire would be both
rotten and dangerous." Your wish shall be respected, _Deutsche
Tageszeitung_.
* * *
The fines which Germany has been imposing so lavishly on towns and
provinces will, a commercial friend informs us, ultimately prove to be
what are known in City circles as "temporary loans."
* * *
By the way, _The Globe_ tells us that the KAISER was once known to his
English relatives as "The Tin Soldier." In view of his passion for
raising tin by these predatory methods this title might be revived.
* * *
The German threat that they will make "_Gurken-salad_" of the Goorkhas,
leaves these cheery little sportsmen undismayed.
* * *
We give the rumour for what it is worth. It is said that, overcome with
remorse at the work of his vandals at Louvain, the KAISER has promised
when the war is over to present the city with a colossal monument of
himself.
* * *
Meanwhile President WILSON is being urged by innumerable tourist
agencies in his country to stop the war before any more historical
buildings are demolished.
* * *
A number of the more valuable of the pictures in the Louvre have, with a
view to their safety, been placed in cellars. _La Gioconda_ is to be
interned at an extra depth, as being peculiarly liable to be run away
with.
* * *
Strangely enough, the most heroic single-handed feat of the war seems
only to have been reported in one paper, _The Express_. We refer to the
following announcement:--
"AUSTRIAN WARSHIP SUNK
By J. A. SINCLAIR POOLEY
_Express_ Correspondent."
* * *
It is stated that the German barque _Excelsior_, bound for Bremen with a
valuable cargo, has been captured by one of our cruisers. It speaks well
for the restraint of our Navy that, with so tempting a name, she was not
blown up.
* * *
A proposal has been made in _The Globe_ that all "alien enemies" in this
country shall be confined within compounds until the end of the War.
Suggested alteration in the National Anthem: "Compound his enemies."
* * *
"Carry on" is no doubt an admirable motto for these times, but the
Special Constable who was surprised by his wife while carrying on with a
cook (which he thought to be part of his professional duty) complains
that it is misleading.
* * *
We hear that some of our Nuts have volunteered to serve as regimental
pets.
* * *
Partridge shooting began last week, but poor sport is recorded. The
birds declare that it is not their fault. They turned up in large
numbers, but there were not enough guns to make it worth while.
* * *
Illustration: _The Thinker._ "YOU SAY THIS WAR DON'T AFFECT YOU: BUT
'OW, INSTEAD OF A BRITISH COPPER SAYIN', 'GIT AHT OF IT,' WOULD YER LIKE
ONE O' THEM GERMAN JOHNDARMS TO KEEP PRODDIN' AT YER WIF 'IS BAYNIT?"
* * * * *
The Gibraltar Manner.
"GIBRALTAR LIFE NORMAL.
Ladies Making Garments."
* * * * *
THE TWO GERMANIES.
Marvellous the utter transformation
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IGNORANT ESSAYS.
_IGNORANT_
_ESSAYS._
[Illustration: text decoration]
LONDON:
WARD AND DOWNEY,
12, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C.
1887.
[_All Rights Reserved._]
RICHARD CLAY AND SONS,
LONDON AND BUNGAY.
CONTENTS.
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* * * * *
Transcriber's Note: The original publication has been replicated
faithfully except as shown in the TRANSCRIBER'S AMENDMENTS at the end of
the text. This etext presumes a mono-spaced font on the user's device,
such as Courier New. Words in italics are indicated like _this_. But the
publisher also wanted to emphasize names in sentences already italicized,
so he printed them in the regular font which is indicated here with: _The
pirates then went to +Hispaniola+._ Obscured letters in the original
publication are indicated with {?}. Superscripts are indicated like this:
S^ta Maria. The FOOTNOTES: section is located near the end of the text.
[oe] represents the oe ligature.
There are two volumes in this etext: VOL. I and VOL. II.
Author: Francis Parkman (1823-1893).
* * * * *
THE
CONSPIRACY OF PONTIAC
AND THE
INDIAN WAR
AFTER
THE CONQUEST OF CANADA.
VOL. I.
TO
JARED SPARKS, LL.D.,
PRESIDENT OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY,
THESE VOLUMES ARE DEDICATED
AS A TESTIMONIAL OF HIGH PERSONAL REGARD,
AND A TRIBUTE OF RESPECT
FOR HIS DISTINGUISHED SERVICES TO
AMERICAN HISTORY.
Preface
TO THE SIXTH EDITION.
I chose the subject of this book as affording better opportunities than
any other portion of American history for portraying forest life and the
Indian character; and I have never seen reason to change this opinion. In
the nineteen years that have passed since the first edition was published,
a considerable amount of additional material has come to light. This has
been carefully collected, and is incorporated in the present edition. The
most interesting portion of this new material has been supplied by the
Bouquet and Haldimand Papers, added some years ago to the manuscript
collections of the British Museum. Among them are several hundred letters
from officers engaged in the Pontiac war, some official, others personal
and familiar, affording very curious illustrations of the events of the
day and of the characters of those engaged in them. Among the facts which
they bring to light, some are sufficiently startling; as, for example, the
proposal of the Commander-in-Chief to infect the hostile tribes with the
small-pox, and that of a distinguished subordinate officer to take revenge
on the Indians by permitting an unrestricted sale of rum.
The two volumes of the present edition have been made uniform with those
of the series "France and England in North America." I hope to continue
that series to the period of the extinction of French power on this
continent. "The Conspiracy of Pontiac" will then form a sequel; and its
introductory chapters will be, in a certain sense, a summary of what has
preceded. This will involve some repetition in the beginning of the book,
but I have nevertheless thought it best to let it remain as originally
written.
BOSTON, 16 September, 1870.
Preface
TO THE FIRST EDITION.
The conquest of Canada was an event of momentous consequence in American
history. It changed the political aspect of the continent, prepared a way
for the independence of the British colonies, rescued the vast tracts of
the interior from the rule of military despotism, and gave them,
eventually, to the keeping of an ordered democracy. Yet to the red natives
of the soil its results were wholly disastrous. Could the French have
maintained their ground, the ruin of the Indian tribes might long have
been postponed; but the victory of Quebec was the signal of their swift
decline. Thenceforth they were destined to melt and vanish before the
advancing waves of Anglo-American power, which now rolled westward
unchecked and unopposed. They saw the danger, and, led by a great and
daring champion, struggled fiercely to avert it. The history of that
epoch, crowded as it is with scenes of tragic interest, with marvels of
suffering and vicissitude, of heroism and endurance, has been, as yet,
unwritten, buried in the archives of governments, or among the obscurer
records of private adventure. To rescue it from oblivion is the object of
the following work. It aims to portray the American forest and the
American Indian at the period when both received their final doom.
It is evident that other study than that of the closet is indispensable to
success in such an attempt. Habits of early reading had greatly aided to
prepare me for the task; but necessary knowledge of a more practical kind
has been supplied by the indulgence of a strong natural taste, which, at
various intervals, led me to the wild regions of the north and west. Here,
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LITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH
And Other Stories
BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT
1888
CONTENTS
Little Saint Elizabeth
The Story of Prince Fairyfoot
The Proud Little Grain of Wheat
Behind the White Brick
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM DRAWINGS BY REGINALD B. BIRCH
"There she is," they would cry.
It was Aunt Clotilde, who had sunk forward while kneeling at prayer
The villagers did not stand in awe of her
"Uncle Bertrand," said the child, clasping her hands
"Why is it that you cry?" she asked gently
Her strength deserted her--she fell upon her knees in the snow
"Why," exclaimed Fairyfoot, "I'm surprised"
"What's the matter with the swine?" he asked
Almost immediately they found themselves in a beautiful little dell
Fairyfoot loved her in a moment, and he knelt on one knee
"There's the cake," he said
"Eh! Eh!" he said. "What! What! Who's this Tootsicums?"
LITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH
She had not been brought up in America at all. She had been born in
France, in a beautiful _chateau_, and she had been born heiress to a
great fortune, but, nevertheless, just now she felt as if she was very
poor, indeed. And yet her home was in one of the most splendid houses in
New York. She had a lovely suite of apartments of her own, though she was
only eleven years old. She had had her own carriage and a saddle horse, a
train of masters, and governesses, and servants, and was regarded by all
the children of the neighborhood as a sort of grand and mysterious little
princess, whose incomings and outgoings were to be watched with the
greatest interest.
"There she is," they would cry, flying to their windows to look at her.
"She is going out in her carriage." "She is dressed all in black velvet
and splendid fur." "That is her own, own, carriage." "She has millions of
money; and she can have anything she wants--Jane says so!" "She is very
pretty, too; but she is so pale and has such big, sorrowful, black eyes.
I should not be sorrowful if I were in her place; but Jane says the
servants say she is always quiet and looks sad." "Her maid says she lived
with her aunt, and her aunt made her too religious."
She rarely lifted her large dark eyes to look at them with any curiosity.
She was not accustomed to the society of children. She had never had a
child companion in her life, and these little Americans, who were so very
rosy and gay, and who went out to walk or drive with groups of brothers
and sisters, and even ran in the street, laughing and playing and
squabbling healthily--these children amazed her.
Poor little Saint Elizabeth! She had not lived a very natural or healthy
life herself, and she knew absolutely nothing of real childish pleasures.
You see, it had occurred in this way: When she was a baby of two years
her young father and mother died, within a week of each other, of a
terrible fever, and the only near relatives the little one had were her
Aunt Clotilde and Uncle Bertrand. Her Aunt Clotilde lived in
Normandy--her Uncle Bertrand in New York. As these two were her only
guardians, and as Bertrand de Rochemont was a gay bachelor, fond of
pleasure and knowing nothing of babies, it was natural that he should be
very willing that his elder sister should undertake the rearing and
education of the child.
"Only," he wrote to Mademoiselle de Rochemont, "don't end by training her
for an abbess, my dear Clotilde."
[Illustration: "THERE SHE IS," THEY WOULD CRY.]
There was a very great difference between these two people--the distance
between the gray stone _chateau_ in Normandy and the brown stone mansion
in New York was not nearly so great as the distance and difference
between the two lives. And yet it was said that in her first youth
Mademoiselle de Rochemont had been as gay and fond of pleasure as either
of her brothers. And then, when her life was at its brightest and
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[Illustration]
THE GOLDEN AGE IN TRANSYLVANIA
Publisher's Note.
This delightful historical romance by Jokai (pronounced by critics his
best), is published in England under the title of "Midst the Wild
Carpathians." This, the American edition, is printed in a more
readable type, making a volume of one hundred additional pages.
The scene of the story is laid in Transylvania; the time is the close
of the seventeenth century, and the incidents relate to the reign of
Michel Apafi, whom the Turks raised to the throne, ending with the
murder of Denis Banfi, the last of the powerful Transylvanian barons.
The story which has more than simple basis of truth, is absorbingly
interesting and displays all the virility of Jokai's powers, his
genius of description, his keenness of characterization, his subtlety
of humor and his consummate art in the progression of the novel from
one apparent climax to another.
THE GOLDEN AGE
IN
TRANSYLVANIA
BY
MAURUS JOKAI
Author of "Black Diamonds," "Peter the Priest," Etc., Etc.
TRANSLATED BY S. L. AND A. V. WAITE
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
9 and 11 EAST 16th STREET
1898
Copyright 1898
BY
R. F. FENNO & COMPANY
_The Golden Age in Transylvania_
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. A HUNTING PARTY IN THE YEAR 1666 7
II. THE HOUSE IN EBESFALVA 32
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THE AMENITIES OF BOOK-COLLECTING
AND
KINDRED AFFECTIONS
[Illustration: CARICATURE OF TWO GREAT VICTORIANS W. M. THACKERAY AND
CHARLES DICKENS]
THE AMENITIES
OF BOOK-COLLECTING
AND
KINDRED AFFECTIONS
BY
A. EDWARD NEWTON
[Illustration: colophon]
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD
LONDON MCMXX
Printed in the United States of America
DEDICATION
_If, as Eugene Field suggests, womenfolk are few in that part of
paradise especially reserved for book-lovers I do not care. One woman
will be there, for I shall insist that eight and twenty years probation
entitles her to share my biblio-bliss above as she has shared it here
below. That woman is my wife._
A. EDWARD NEWTON
OCTOBER, 1918
ESSAY INTRODUCTORY
A man (or a woman) is the most interesting thing in the world; and next
is a book, which enables one to get at the heart of the mystery; and
although not many men can say why they are or what they are, any man who
publishes a book can, if he is on good terms with his publisher, secure
the use of a little space to tell how the book came to be what it is.
Some years ago a very learned friend of mine published a book, and in
the introduction warned the "gentle reader" to skip the first chapter,
and, as I have always maintained, by inference suggested that the rest
was easy reading, which was not the case. In point of fact, the book was
not intended for the "gentle reader" at all: it was a book written by a
scholar for the scholar.
Now, I have worked on a different plan. My book is written for the
"tired business man" (there are a goodly number of us), who flatters
himself that he is fond of reading; and as it is my first book, I may be
permitted to tell how it came to be published.
One day in the autumn of 1913, a friend, my partner, with whom it has
been my privilege to be associated for so many years, remarked that it
was time for me to take a holiday, and handed me a copy of the
"Geographical Magazine." The number was devoted to Egypt; and, seduced
by the charm of the illustrations, on the spur of the moment I decided
on a trip up the Nile.
Things moved rapidly. In a few weeks my wife and I were in the
Mediterranean, on a steamer headed for Alexandria. We had touched at
Genoa and were soon to reach Naples, when I discovered a feeling of
homesickness stealing over me. I have spent my happiest holidays in
London. Already I had tired of Egypt. The Nile has been flowing for
centuries and would continue to flow. There were books to be had in
London, books which would not wait. Somewhat shamefacedly I put the
matter up to my wife; and when I discovered that she had no insuperable
objection to a change of plan, we left the steamer at Naples, and after
a few weeks with friends in Rome, started _en grande vitesse_ toward
London.
By this time it will have been discovered that I am not much of a
traveler; but I have always loved London--London with its wealth of
literary and historic association, with its countless miles of streets
lined with inessential shops overflowing with things that I don't want,
and its grimy old book-shops overflowing with things that I do.
One gloomy day I picked up in the Charing Cross Road, for a shilling, a
delightful book by Richard Le Gallienne, "Travels in England." Like
myself, Le Gallienne seems not to have been a great traveler--he seldom
reached the place he started for; and losing his way or changing his
mind, may be said to have arrived at his destination when he has
reached a comfortable inn, where, after a simple meal, he lights his
pipe and proceeds to read a book.
Exactly my idea of travel! The last time I read "Pickwick" was while
making a tour in Northern Italy. It is wonderful how conducive to
reading I found the stuffy smoking-rooms of the little steamers that
dart like water-spiders from one landing to another on the Italian
Lakes.
It was while I was poking about among the old book-shops that it
occurred to me to write a little story about my books--when and where I
had bought them, the prices I had paid, and the men I had bought them
from, many of whom I knew well; and so, when my holiday was done, I
lived over again its pleasant associations in writing a paper that I
called "Book-Collecting Abroad." Subsequently I wrote
another,--"Book-Collecting at Home,"--it being my purpose to print these
papers in a little volume to be called "The Amenities of
Book-Collecting." I intended this for distribution among my friends, who
are very patient with me; and I sent my manuscript to a printer in the
closing days of July, 1914. A few days later something happened in
Europe, the end of which is not yet, and we all became panic-stricken.
For a moment it seemed unlikely that one would care ever to open a book
again. Acting upon impulse, I withdrew the order from my printer, put my
manuscript aside, and devoted myself to my usual task--that of making a
living.
Byron says, "The end of all scribblement is to amuse." For some years I
have been possessed of an itch for "scribblement"; gradually this
feeling reasserted itself, and I came to see that we must become
accustomed to working in a world at war, and to realizing that life must
be permitted to resume, at least to some extent, its regular course; and
the idea of my little book recurred to me.
It had frequently been suggested by friends that my papers be published
in the "Atlantic." What grudge they bore this excellent magazine I do
not know, but they always said the "Atlantic"; and so, when one day I
came across my manuscript, it occurred to me that it would cost only a
few cents to lay it before the editor. At that time I did not know the
editor of the "Atlantic" even by name. My pleasure then can be imagined
when, a week or so later, I received the following letter:--
_Oct. 30, 1914._
DEAR MR. NEWTON:--
The enthusiasm of your pleasant paper is contagious, and I find
myself in odd moments looking at the gaps in my own library with a
feeling of dismay. I believe that very many readers of the
"Atlantic" will feel as I do, and it gives me great pleasure to
accept your paper.
Yours sincerely,
ELLERY SEDGWICK.
Shortly afterward, a check for a substantial sum fluttered down upon my
desk, and it was impossible that I should not remember how much Milton
had received for his "Paradise Lost,"--the receipt for which is in the
British Museum,--and draw conclusions therefrom entirely satisfactory to
my self-esteem. My paper was published, and the magazine, having a hardy
constitution, survived; I even received some praise. There was nothing
important enough to justify criticism, and as a result of this chance
publication I made a number of delightful acquaintances among readers
and collectors, many of whom I might almost call friends although we
have never met.
Not wishing to strain the rather precarious friendship with Mr. Sedgwick
which was the outcome of my first venture, it was several years before I
ventured to try him with another paper. This I called "A Ridiculous
Philosopher." I enjoyed writing this paper immensely, and although it
was the reverse of timely, I felt that it might pass editorial scrutiny.
Again I received a letter from Mr. Sedgwick, in which he said:--
Two days ago I took your paper home with me and spent a delightful
half-hour with it. Now, as any editor would tell you, there is no
valid reason for a paper on Godwin at this time, but your essay is
so capitally seasoned that I cannot find it in my heart to part
with it. Indeed I have been gradually making the editorial
discovery that, if a paper is sufficiently readable, it has some
claim upon the public, regardless of what the plans of the editor
are. And so the upshot of my deliberation is that we shall accept
your paper with great pleasure and publish it when the opportunity
occurs.
The paper appeared in due course, and several more followed. The favor
with which these papers were received led the "Atlantic" editors to the
consideration of their reprint in permanent form, together with several
which now appear for the first time. All the illustrations have been
made from items in my own collection. I am thus tying a string, as it
were, around a parcel which contains the result of thirty-six years of
collecting. It may not be much, but, as the Irishman said of his dog,
"It's mine own." My volume might, with propriety, be called "Newton's
Complete Recreations."
I have referred to my enjoyment in writing my "Ridiculous Philosopher."
I might say the same of all my papers. I am aware that my friend, Dr.
Johnson, once remarked that no man but a block-head writes a book except
for money. At some risk, then, I admit that I have done so. I have
written for fun, and my papers should be read, if read at all, for the
same purpose, not that the reader will or is expected to laugh loud. The
loud laugh, in Goldsmith's phrase, it may be remembered, bespeaks the
vacant mind. But I venture to hope that the judicious will pass a not
unpleasant hour in turning my pages.
One final word: I buy, I collect "Presentation Books"; and I trust my
friends will not think me churlish when I say that it is not my
intention to turn a single copy of this, my book, into a presentation
volume. Whatever circulation it may have must be upon its own merits.
Any one who sees this book in the hands of a reader, on the library
table, or on the shelves of the collector, may be sure that some one,
either wise or foolish as the event may prove, has paid a substantial
sum for it, either in the current coin of the realm, or perchance in
thrift stamps. It may, indeed, be that it has been secured from a
lending library, in which case I would suggest that the book be returned
instantly. "Go ye rather to them that sell and buy for yourselves." And
having separated yourself from your money, in the event that you should
feel vexed with your bargain, you are at liberty to communicate your
grievance to the publisher, securing from him what redress you may; and
in the event of failure there yet remains your inalienable right, which
should afford some satisfaction, that of damning
THE AUTHOR.
"OAK KNOLL," DAYLESFORD, PENNSYLVANIA, _April 7, 1918_.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. BOOK-COLLECTING ABROAD 1
II. BOOK-COLLECTING AT HOME 36
III. OLD CATALOGUES AND NEW PRICES 65
IV. "ASSOCIATION" BOOKS AND FIRST EDITIONS 107
V. "WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN" 129
VI. JAMES BOSWELL--HIS BOOK 145
VII. A LIGHT-BLUE STOCKING 186
VIII. A RIDICULOUS PHILOSOPHER 226
IX. A GREAT VICTORIAN 249
X. TEMPLE BAR THEN AND NOW 267
XI. A MACARONI PARSON 292
XII. OSCAR WILDE 318
XIII. A WORD IN MEMORY 343
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
CARICATURE OF TWO GREAT VICTORIANS _Frontispiece in Color_
W. M. Thackeray and Charles Dickens
TITLE OF "PARADISE LOST." First Edition 6
TITLE OF FRANKLIN'S EDITION OF CICERO'S "CATO MAJOR" 9
LETTER OF THOMAS HARDY TO HIS FIRST PUBLISHER,
"OLD TINSLEY" 12
PAGE OF ORIGINAL MS. OF HARDY'S "FAR FROM THE
MADDING CROWD" 14
BERNARD QUARITCH 14
TITLE OF MS. OF "LYFORD REDIVIVUS" 16
BERNARD ALFRED QUARITCH 16
SAMUEL JOHNSON 20
Painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds about 1770, for Johnson's Step-Daughter,
Lucy Porter. Engraved by Watson
PAGE OF PRAYER IN DR. JOHNSON'S AUTOGRAPH 23
TITLE OF KEATS'S COPY OF SPENSER'S WORKS 24
PORTRAIT OF TENNYSON READING "MAUD" TO THE BROWNINGS,
BY ROSSETTI 26
DR. JOHNSON'S CHURCH, ST. CLEMENT DANES 31
From a pen-and-ink sketch by Charles G. Osgood
INSCRIPTION TO MRS. THRALE IN DR. JOHNSON'S HAND 32
INSCRIPTION TO GENERAL SIR A. GORDON IN QUEEN VICTORIA'S
HAND 35
GEORGE D. SMITH 36
Photographed by Genthe
AUTOGRAPH MS. OF LAMB'S POEM, "ELEGY ON A QUID OF
TOBACCO" 40
DR. A. S. W. ROSENBACH 42
Photographed by Genthe
TITLE OF "ROBINSON CRUSOE." First Edition 45
TITLE OF "OLIVER TWIST" 47
Presentation Copy to W. C. Macready
ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATION FOR "VANITY FAIR" 48
Becky Sharp throwing Dr. Johnson's "Dixonary" out of the
carriage window, as she leaves Miss Pinkerton's School
From the first pen-and-ink sketch, by Thackeray, afterwards
elaborated
SPECIMEN PROOF-SHEET OF GEORGE MOORE'S "MEMOIRS
OF MY DEAD LIFE" 50
TITLE OF GEORGE MOORE'S "PAGAN POEMS" 51
Presentation Copy to Oscar Wilde
TITLE OF BLAKE'S "MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL" 52
CHARLES LAMB'S HOUSE AT ENFIELD 54
INSCRIPTION BY JOSEPH CONRAD IN A COPY OF "THE <DW65>
OF THE 'NARCISSUS'" 56
THE AUTHOR'S BOOK-PLATE 60
HENRY E. HUNTINGTON 72
STOKE POGES CHURCH 74
A fine example of fore-edge painting
TITLE OF BLAKE'S "SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND EXPERIENCE" 80
"A LEAF FROM AN UNOPENED VOLUME" 82
Specimen page of an unpublished manuscript of Charlotte Bronte
TITLE OF THE KILMARNOCK EDITION OF BURNS'S POEMS 85
FIFTEENTH-CENTURY ENGLISH MS. ON VELLUM:
BOETHIUS'S "DE CONSOLATIONE PHILOSOPHIAE" 90
TITLE OF GEORGE HERBERT'S "THE TEMPLE." First Edition 97
FIRST PAGE OF A RARE EDITION OF "ROBINSON CRUSOE" 102
AUTOGRAPH MS. OF A POEM BY KEATS--"TO THE MISSES
M---- AT HASTINGS" 105
INSCRIPTION TO SWINBURNE FROM DANTE ROSSETTI 106
AUTOGRAPH INSCRIPTION BY STEVENSON, IN A COPY OF HIS
"INLAND VOYAGE" 109
TITLE OF A UNIQUE COPY OF STEVENSON'S "CHILD'S GARDEN
OF VERSES" 110
NEW BUILDING OF THE GROLIER CLUB 114
INSCRIPTION TO CHARLES DICKENS, JUNIOR, FROM CHARLES
DICKENS 116
ILLUSTRATION, "THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS," BY JOHN LEECH
FOR DICKENS'S "CHRISTMAS CAROL" 116
From the original water-color drawing
AUTOGRAPH DEDICATION TO DICKENS'S "THE VILLAGE
COQUETTES" 118
TITLE OF MEREDITH'S "MODERN LOVE," WITH AUTOGRAPH
INSCRIPTION TO SWINBURNE 121
INSCRIPTION BY DR. JOHNSON IN A COPY OF "RASSELAS" 125
INSCRIPTION BY WOODROW WILSON, IN A COPY OF HIS "CONSTITUTIONAL
GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES" 126
INSCRIPTION BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 128
CHARLES LAMB 130
FRANCES MARIA KELLY 132
MISS KELLY IN VARIOUS CHARACTERS 136
MS. DEDICATION OF LAMB'S WORKS TO MISS KELLY 137
AUTOGRAPH LETTER OF LAMB TO MISS KELLY 139
CHARLES AND MARY LAMB 144
JAMES BOSWELL OF AUCHINLECK, ESQR. 146
Painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds. Engraved by John Jones
SAMUEL JOHNSON IN A TIE-WIG 150
Painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds. Engraved by Zobel
INSCRIPTION TO REV. WILLIAM J. TEMPLE, FROM JAMES
BOSWELL 159
TITLE OF MASON'S "ELFRIDA." First Edition 163
MS. OF BOSWELL'S AGREEMENT WITH MR. DILLY, RECITING
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Italics are delimited with the ‘_’ character as _italic_.
Footnotes have been moved to follow the paragraphs in which they are
referenced.
Minor errors, attributable to the printer, have been corrected. Please
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_THE BENEFIT
OF THE DOUBT_
------------------------------------------------------------------------
_THE PLAYS OF ARTHUR W. PINERO_
WITH INTRODUCTORY NOTES
BY MALCOLM C. SALAMAN
Paper cover, 1_s._ 6_d._; cloth, 2_s._ 6_d._ each
In 16mo
VOL. I. _THE TIMES_
” II. _THE PROFLIGATE_
” III. _THE CABINET MINISTER_
” IV. _THE HOBBY-HORSE_
” V. _LADY BOUNTIFUL_
” VI. _THE MAGISTRATE_
” VII. _DANDY DICK_
” VIII. _SWEET LAVENDER_
” IX. _THE SCHOOLMISTRESS_
” X. _THE WEAKER SEX_
” XI. _THE AMAZONS_
Also
_In small 4to._
” XII. _THE SECOND MRS. TANQUERAY_
” XIII. _THE NOTORIOUS MRS. EBBSMITH_
” XIV. _THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT_
_LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN_
_MDCCCXCVI_
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_THE BENEFIT_
_OF THE DOUBT_
_A COMEDY_
_In Three Acts_
_BY ARTHUR W. PINERO_
_LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN_
_MDCCCXCVI_
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_Copyright 1895 All rights reserved
Entered at Stationers’ Hall Entered
at the Library of Congress,
Washington, U.S.A._
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_This Play was produced at the Comedy
Theatre, London, on Wednesday,
October 16th, 1895_
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THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY
MRS. EMPTAGE (_a widow_)
CLAUDE EMPTAGE (_her son_)
JUSTINA EMPTAGE } (_her daughters_)
THEOPHILA FRASER }
SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD, M.P. (_her brother_)
MRS. CLOYS (_her sister_)
RT. REV. ANTHONY CLOYS, D.D., Bishop of St. Olpherts
ALEXANDER FRASER—“Fraser of Locheen”
JOHN ALLINGHAM
OLIVE ALLINGHAM
DENZIL SHAFTO } (_Allingham’s Friends_)
PETER ELPHICK }
MRS. QUINTON TWELVES
HORTON (_a servant at Mrs. Emptage’s_)
QUAIFE (_a servant at Mr. Allingham’s_)
_The scenes are placed at Mrs. Emptage’s house, in the neighbourhood of
Regent’s Park, and at “The Lichens,” Mr. Allingham’s cottage at
Epsom._
_The events of the First and Second Acts occur on the same day, those of
the Third Act about fifteen hours afterwards._
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THE
BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT
THE FIRST ACT
_The Scene represents a drawing-room in_ MRS. EMPTAGE’S _house near
Regent’s Park. At the back are double doors, opening on to a further
drawing-room, and these face a window, over which the blinds are
drawn, to moderate the glare of the sun, which nevertheless streams
through them, for it is a fine afternoon in early summer. The rooms
are furnished and decorated in a costly and tasteful fashion._
MRS. EMPTAGE _is reclining upon the settee, her eyes closed, a bottle of
smelling-salts in her hand_. JUSTINA _is pacing the room between the
door and the window_. MRS. EMPTAGE _is a pretty, carefully-preserved
woman with dyed hair and “touched-up” face: she is old enough to be
the mother of a daughter of nine-and-twenty_. JUSTINA _is of that
age, good-looking, “smart,” and already somewhat passé. Both are
fashionably but sombrely dressed._
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BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
RIDING: ON THE FLAT AND ACROSS COUNTRY.
A Guide to Practical Horsemanship. Third Edition. Illustrated by
STURGESS. Square 8vo. 10_s._ 6_d._
_The Standard._--“A master of his subject.”
VETERINARY NOTES FOR HORSE OWNERS.
A Popular Manual of Veterinary Surgery and Medicine. Fourth Edition.
Illustrated. Crown 8vo. 10_s._ 6_d._
_The Field._--“Of the many popular veterinary books which have come
under our notice, this is certainly one of the most scientific and
reliable.”
TRAINING AND HORSE MANAGEMENT IN INDIA.
Fourth Edition. Crown 8vo. 7_s._ 6_d._
_The Veterinary Journal._--“No better guide could be placed in the hands
of either amateur horseman or veterinary surgeon.”
SOUNDNESS AND AGE OF HORSES. Over 100 Illustrations. Crown 8vo. 8_s._
6_d._
_The Field._--“Is evidently the result of much careful research, and the
horseman, as well as the veterinarian, will find in it much that is
interesting and instructive.”
INDIAN RACING REMINISCENCES. Illustrated by I. KNOX FERGUSSON. Crown.
8vo. 8_s._ 6_d._
_The Field._--“The last page comes all too soon.”
THE STUDENT’S MANUAL OF TACTICS. Crown 8vo. 6_s._
_The Times._--“Captain Hayes’s book deals exclusively with tactics, and
is a well-considered treatise on that branch of the art of war, giving
not merely rules, but, also, principles and reason.”
ILLUSTRATED
HORSE BREAKING.
[Illustration]
ILLUSTRATED
HORSE BREAKING.
BY
CAPT. M. HORACE HAYES,
LATE OF ‘THE BUFFS.’
AUTHOR OF “RIDING: ON THE FLAT AND ACROSS COUNTRY;”
“VETERINARY NOTES FOR HORSE OWNERS;”
“RACING REMINISCENCES IN INDIA;”
“TRAINING AND HORSE MANAGEMENT IN INDIA,” ETC.
Fifty-two Illustrations by
J. H. OSWALD BROWN.
LONDON:
W. THACKER & CO., 87, NEWGATE STREET.
CALCUTTA: THACKER, SPINK & CO.
BOMBAY: THACKER & CO. LIMITED
1889.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED,
STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I.--THEORY OF HORSE-BREAKING 1
II.--PRINCIPLES OF MOUTHING 41
III.--HORSE-CONTROL 77
IV.--RENDERING HORSES DOCILE 147
V.--GIVING HORSES GOOD MOUTHS 166
VI.--TEACHING HORSES TO JUMP 188
VII.--MOUNTING HORSES FOR THE FIRST TIME 197
VIII.--BREAKING HORSES FOR LADIES’ RIDING 209
IX.--BREAKING HORSES TO HARNESS 212
X.--FAULTS OF MOUTH 216
XI.--NERVOUSNESS AND IMPATIENCE OF CONTROL 222
XII.--JIBBING IN SADDLE 227
XIII.--JUMPING FAULTS 230
XIV.--VICES IN HARNESS 233
XV.--AGGRESSIVENESS 242
XVI.--RIDING AND DRIVING THE NEWLY-BROKEN HORSE 247
XVII.--STABLE VICES 251
XVIII.--TEACHING THE HORSE TRICKS 259
XIX.--TESTING A HORSE’S MANNERS, MOUTH, AND TEMPER 271
XX.--ON IMPROVISED GEAR 272
APPENDIX 274
ILLUSTRATIONS.
FIG. PAGE
1.--HORSE BENDING HIS NECK TO THE REIN WITHOUT SWINGING
ROUND HIS HIND-QUARTERS AT THE SAME TIME, IN
ANSWER TO THE PULL 58
2.--SHEWS HORSE HAVING ANSWERED THE PULL OF OFF REIN
AS HE SHOULD, AND CONSEQUENTLY COMING STRAIGHT
AT HIS FENCE 61
3.--THE PROPER LENGTH FOR A STANDING MARTINGALE 70
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SKETCHES BY BOZ
Illustrative of Every-Day Life
and Every-Day People
* * * * *
By CHARLES DICKENS
* * * * *
_With Illustrations by George Cruickshank and Phiz_
* * * * *
LONDON: CHAPMAN & HALL, LD.
NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1903
PREFACE
The whole of these Sketches were written and published, one by one, when
I was a very young man. They were collected and republished while I was
still a very young man; and sent into the world with all their
imperfections (a good many) on their heads.
They comprise my first attempts at authorship--with the exception of
certain tragedies achieved at the mature age of eight or ten, and
represented with great applause to overflowing nurseries. I am conscious
of their often being extremely crude and ill-considered, and bearing
obvious marks of haste and inexperience; particularly in that section of
the present volume which is comprised under the general head of Tales.
But as this collection is not originated now, and was very leniently and
favourably received when it was first made, I have not felt it right
either to remodel or expunge, beyond a few words and phrases here and
there.
OUR PARISH
CHAPTER I--THE BEADLE. THE PARISH ENGINE. THE SCHOOLMASTER
How much is conveyed in those two short words--'The Parish!' And with
how many tales of distress and misery, of broken fortune and ruined
hopes, too often of unrelieved wretchedness and successful knavery, are
they associated! A poor man, with small earnings, and a large family,
just manages to live on from hand to mouth, and to procure food from day
to day; he has barely sufficient to satisfy the present cravings of
nature, and can take no heed of the future. His taxes are in arrear,
quarter-day passes by, another quarter-day arrives: he can procure no
more quarter for himself, and is summoned by--the parish. His goods are
distrained, his children are crying with cold and hunger, and the very
bed on which his sick wife is lying, is dragged from beneath her. What
can he do? To whom is he to apply for relief? To private charity? To
benevolent individuals? Certainly not--there is his parish. There are
the parish vestry, the parish infirmary, the parish surgeon, the parish
officers, the parish beadle. Excellent institutions, and gentle,
kind-hearted men. The woman dies--she is buried by the parish. The
children have no protector--they are taken care of by the parish. The
man first neglects, and afterwards cannot obtain, work--he is relieved by
the parish; and when distress and drunkenness have done their work upon
him, he is maintained, a harmless babbling idiot, in the parish asylum.
The parish beadle is one of the most, perhaps _the_ most, important
member of the local administration. He is not so well off as the
churchwardens, certainly, nor is he so learned as the vestry-clerk, nor
does he order things quite so much his own way as either of them. But
his power is very great, notwithstanding; and the dignity of his office
is never impaired by the absence of efforts on his part to maintain it.
The beadle of our parish is a splendid fellow. It is quite delightful to
hear him, as he explains the state of the existing poor laws to the deaf
old women in the board-room passage on business nights; and to hear what
he said to the senior churchwarden, and what the senior churchwarden said
to him; and what 'we' (the beadle and the other gentlemen) came to the
determination of doing. A miserable-looking woman is called into the
boardroom, and represents a case of extreme destitution, affecting
herself--a widow, with six small children. 'Where do you live?' inquires
one of the overseers. 'I rents a two-pair back, gentlemen, at Mrs.
Brown's, Number 3, Little King William's-alley, which has lived there
this fifteen year, and knows me to be very hard-working and industrious,
and when my poor husband was alive, gentlemen, as died in the
hospital'--'Well, well,' interrupts the overseer, taking a note of the
address, 'I'll send Simmons, the beadle, to-morrow morning, to ascertain
whether your story is correct; and if so, I suppose you must have an
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WE CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING
By Rupert Hughes
BOOKS BY RUPERT HUGHES
We Can't Have Everything
In A Little Town
The Thirteenth Commandment
Clipped Wings
What Will People Say?
The Last Rose Of Summer
Empty Pockets
[Illustration: WAR, THE SUNDERER, HAD REACHED THEM WITH HIS GREAT
DIVORCE]
WE CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING
A NOVEL BY RUPERT HUGHES
AUTHOR OF _What Will People Say?_
ILLUSTRATED BY JAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGG
CONTENTS
THE FIRST BOOK MISS KEDZIE THROPP COMES TO TOWN
THE SECOND BOOK MRS. TOMMIE GILFOYLE HAS HER PICTURE TAKEN
THE THIRD BOOK MRS. JIM DYCKMAN IS NOT SATISFIED
THE FOURTH BOOK THE MARCHIONESS HAS QUALMS
THE FIRST BOOK
MISS KEDZIE THROPP COMES TO TOWN
CHAPTER I
Kedzie Thropp had never seen Fifth Avenue or a yacht or a butler or a
glass of champagne or an ocean or a person of social prominence. She
wanted to see them.
For each five minutes of the day and night, one girl comes to New York
to make her life; or so the compilers of statistics claim.
This was Kedzie Thropp's five minutes.
She did not know it, and the two highly important, because extremely
wealthy, beings in the same Pullman car never suspected her--never
imagined that the tangle they were already in would be further knotted,
then snipped, then snarled up again, by this little mediocrity.
We never can know these things, but go blindly groping through the crowd
of fellow-gropers, guessing at our presents and getting our pasts all
wrong. What could we know of our futures?
Jim Dyckman, infamously rich (through no fault of his own), could not
see far enough past Charity Coe Cheever that day to make out Kedzie
Thropp, a few seats removed. Charity Coe--most of Mrs. Cheever's friends
still called her by her maiden name--sat with her back turned to Kedzie;
and latterly Charity Coe was not looking over her shoulder much. She did
not see Kedzie at all.
And Kedzie herself, shabby and commonplace, was so ignorant that if she
looked at either Jim or Charity Coe she gave them no heed, for she had
never even heard of them or seen their pictures, so frequent in the
papers.
They were among the whom-not-to-know-argues-one-self-unknowns. But
there were countless other facts that argued Kedzie Thropp unknown and
unknowing. As she was forever saying, she had never had anything or been
anywhere or seen anybody worth having, being, or seeing.
But Jim Dyckman, everybody said, had always had everything, been
everywhere, known everybody who was anybody. As for Charity Coe, she had
given away more than most people ever have. And she, too, had traveled
and met.
Yet Kedzie Thropp was destined (if there is such a thing as being
destined--at any rate, it fell to her lot) to turn the lives of those
two bigwigs topsy-turvy, and to get her picture into more papers than
both of them put together. A large part of latter-day existence has
consisted of the fear or the favor of getting pictures in the papers.
It was Kedzie's unusual distinction to win into the headlines at her
first entrance into New York, and for the quaintest of reasons. She had
somebody's else picture published for her that time; but later she had
her very own published by the thousand until the little commoner, born
in the most neglected corner of oblivion, grew impudent enough to weary
of her fame and prate of the comforts of obscurity!
Kedzie Thropp was as plebeian as a ripe peach swung in the sun across an
old fence, almost and not quite within the grasp of any passer-by.
She also inspired appetite, but always somehow escaped plucking and
possession. It is doubtful whether anybody ever really tasted her
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Transcriber's Note
- The position of some illustrations has been changed to improve
readability.
- Words surrounded by =equal signs= should be interpreted as being in
bold type.
- In general, geographical references, spelling, hyphenation, and
capitalization have been retained as in the original publication.
- Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.
- Significant typographical errors have been corrected. A full list of
these corrections is available in the Transcriber's Corrections section
at the end of the book.
* * * * *
THE
FRONTIER ANGEL
[Illustration]
EDWARD S. ELLIS
[Illustration: JIM PETERSON QUESTIONING THE FRONTIER ANGEL.]
THE
FRONTIER ANGEL
A ROMANCE OF
KENTUCKY RANGERS' LIFE
BY
EDWARD S. ELLIS
AUTHOR OF "BILL BIDDON, TRAPPER," "FAMOUS AMERICAN
NAVAL COMMANDERS," "GOLDEN ROCK," ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1910,
BY
HURST & COMPANY.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. The Night before the Departure 9
II. The Fate of the Flat-Boat 21
III. The Two Scouts 46
IV. The Faint Hope 59
V. The Mysterious Warning 70
VI. The Frontier Angel--The Shawnees 83
VII. The Pursuit of Knowledge Under Difficulties 90
VIII. A Man in Trouble 105
IX. Peter Jenkins--A Couple of Speeches 127
X. In which there is a Future Account of the Shawnees,
the Speakers, and Jenkins 139
XI. A Prize Gained and Lost 151
XII. A Mingling of Fear, Doubt, and Hope 174
XIII. Dark 189
XIV. The Attack in the Wood 201
XV. "All's Well that Ends Well." 225
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Jim Peterson Questioning the Frontier Angel FRONTISPIECE
PAGE
"For God's sake come and take me off, for they are after
me." 33
The Frontier Angel 39
"Onward they poured, shouting like madmen." 45
"Whosomever is on that flat-boat ain't living, that's
sartin." 51
"'O Lord, I'm shot,' suddenly exclaimed Jenkins." 81
"Before he could rise the Indians were upon him." 108
"The Frontier Angel gazed calmly on him a moment." 126
"'Mr. Thomas McGable, Esq., I believe,' said Peterson with
much gravity, without removing the aim of his rifle." 156
"'Quick! water; she has fainted,' exclaimed Mansfield." 229
"Then die--!" 244
THE FRONTIER ANGEL:
A ROMANCE OF
KENTUCKY RANGERS' LIFE.
CHAPTER I.
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE DEPARTURE.
IN the western part of Pennsylvania, near the commencement of the Ohio
river, stands a small town, which, at the close of the last century,
numbered about thirty dwellings. Although properly a border settlement
at the time mentioned, there were so many others beyond, that it was
hardly regarded as being in the "Mighty West." The inhabitants were
mostly farmers, possessed of large and beautiful farms, who commenced
their labors in the morning, and retired to rest in the evening, without
much fear of the molestation of their savage brethren. True, a few years
previous, the latter had committed murders and depredations even farther
east than this, and the settlers never allowed themselves fully to give
way to an undue sense of security. But, unless a most unexpected triumph
should crown the struggles of the Indians, there was little occasion for
apprehension upon the part of the whites.
The time on which we visit this village, is an evening in the spring,
toward the close of the last century. The night is dark and cloudy, and
the houses are invisible in the deep gloom; but there are numerous
twinkling lights in the different dwellings, which give it the
appearance of a constellation set in the vast sky of darkness around.
Broad fields of cleared land stretch for a long distance into the
background, while there are numerous other dwellings further eastward,
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THE BOY SCOUTS
FOR
CITY IMPROVEMENT
BY
SCOUT MASTER ROBERT SHALER
AUTHOR OF "BOY SCOUTS OF THE SIGNAL CORPS," "BOY SCOUTS
OF PIONEER CAMP," "BOY SCOUTS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY,"
"BOY SCOUTS OF THE LIFE SAVING CREW," "BOY
SCOUTS ON PICKET DUTY," "BOY SCOUTS OF THE FLYING
SQUADRON," "BOY SCOUTS AND THE PRIZE
PENNANT," "BOY SCOUTS OF THE NAVAL
RESERVE," "BOY SCOUTS IN THE
SADDLE," ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1914,
BY
HURST & COMPANY
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER. PAGE.
I. Under the Spreading Oak 5
II. A Friend in Need 17
III. The Fire Call 30
IV. Willing Workers 43
V. Repairing Damages 56
VI. On Duty 69
VII. The Alarm 82
VIII. Mocking the Mayor 95
IX. What Scouts Know 108
X. The Accusation 121
XI. The Turning Point 133
XII. Thanks to the Scouts 151
The Boy Scouts for City Improvement.
CHAPTER I.
UNDER THE SPREADING OAK.
"I guess old summer must have forgotten something and has come back to
find it again, eh, Billy?"
"It feels more like the August dog-days than the tail end of September,
that's a fact, Hugh."
"But right here, Billy, sitting on the stone curbing in the shade of the
big General Putnam oak, we can cool off. Let's rest up a bit and talk,
while we watch the people go by."
"That suits me all right, Hugh. I love to sit and watch others work on a
hot afternoon. Suppose we chin a little about skating, tobogganing and
all those nice pleasant things? They help to cool you off and make you
feel that life is worth living, after all."
The two lads were dressed in khaki uniforms, sufficient evidence that
they were members of the local Boy Scout troop, of which their home town
was rather proud. In fact, the young fellow who had been called Hugh and
whose last name was Hardin, had lately succeeded in attaining the
position of Assistant Scout Master, when the former incumbent resigned,
owing to removal from the place.
His chum, Billy Worth, also a member of the Wolf Patrol, was a
first-class scout, as his badge denoted. He was inclined to be rather
stout in build, and his face expressed genial good nature. Billy and
Hugh had been doing some shopping on the main street of their town and
were sauntering along, when the heat of the September day caused them to
make a halt under the grateful shade of the tremendous oak, which for
some reason or other had been called after that staunch New England
patriot of Revolutionary days, Israel Putnam.
While these two energetic lads will be readily recognized by any reader
who has perused former books in this series, for the benefit of those
who may be meeting them for the first time it might be advisable to say
something concerning them and the local organization.
The troop now consisted of four full patrols of eight members each, and
another was forming. These were, first of all, the Wolf, to which both
boys belonged, Hugh being the leader; the Hawks, with Walter Osborne at
their head; the Otters, once again having Alec Sands, Hugh's old-time
rival, as their leader; and last of all, the Fox Patrol, in which Don
Miller occupied the place of honor.
For several seasons now these scouts had been having the time of their
lives under the charge of a retired army officer named Lieutenant
Denmead, who, having more or less spare time on his hands and being
deeply interested in the upbuilding of boy character, had long ago
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NOTES OF
A JOURNEY ON THE UPPER MEKONG, SIAM.
BY
H. WARINGTON SMYTH,
OF THE ROYAL DEPARTMENT OF MINES AND GEOLOGY, BANGKOK.
WITH MAPS AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
PUBLISHED FOR
THE ROYAL GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETY
BY
JOHN MURRAY, 50, ALBEMARLE STREET, LONDON.
1895.
[Illustration: THE RAPIDS AT THE GATES OF CHIENG KONG, MEKONG RIVER.]
PREFACE.
I have put together the following account of a recent journey made for
the Siamese Government to the Mekong valley, chiefly for the reason
that at the present moment, when the French have "rectified" their
boundaries on the north and east of Siam to the extent of some 85,000
square miles, more interest than usual will probably be felt in the
character of the country and the people, of whom there are not too
many reliable accounts to be found. At the same time, I feel very
strongly that there are others whose descriptions will be far more
valuable than my own, owing to their longer residence in the country,
and the greater extent of their explorations. I refer especially to
Messrs. McCarthy, Archer, and Beckett, who have done difficult and
extensive work in all parts of Siam and the Laos states; and there is
certainly no European, and probably no Siamese, that knows so much of
the configuration of the north-east as does Mr. McCarthy, who, carried
on by an apparently deep love of jungle-life, has aroused the
admiration of the Siamese and Laos at Luang Prabang by his hardihood
and energy, and the results of whose work were a constant source of
admiration to me, as I went on and saw the wildness and difficulty of
the country.
The object of my journey was primarily the examination, for the
Siamese Government, of a supposed very rich deposit of gems (rubies
and sapphires), lately discovered on the left bank of the Mekong,
opposite Chieng Kong. My orders were to return by Luang Prabang,
Nongkhai, and Khorat, and to visit and report on all mineral deposits
of which I could get information, gathering all geological data which
were possible. The time allowed was six months, and I was not to leave
the general line of march prescribed by more than 60 miles. I need
hardly say--and every one who knows what jungle-travelling is will
understand--that my programme, to be thoroughly carried through over
the large extent of country marked out, might well occupy six years
instead of months; and that such a hurried exploration in a country
covered densely with forest--which, next perhaps to snow, is the
greatest enemy to the science of geology--could not but be
unsatisfactory to one's self.
H. Warington Smyth.
GLOSSARY.
Pak = mouth of a river; _e.g._ Pak Oo, mouth of river Oo.
Nam = river; _e.g._ Nam Oo, river Oo (_a_ always long, as in
_barn_).
Hoay = mountain torrent.
Keng = rapid; _e.g._ Keng Fapa, Fapa rapid.
Luang = great or chief; _e.g._ Keng Luang, the great rapid.
Doi _or_ puh = Siam word Kao = hill.
Ban _or_ Bang = house or village (used indiscriminately).
Sala = rest-house.
Muang = town or township, often district or province.
Chow Muang = literally, chief of the township = governor.
Klong = stream or canal.
CONTENTS.
PART I.
Bangkok to Muang Nan
PART II.
Muang Nan to Muang Chieng Kong
PART III.
Muang Chieng Kong to Muang Luang Prabang
PART IV.
Luang Prabang (March, 1893)
PART V.
Nongkhai to Khorat and Bangkok (April and May, 1893)
Appendix
MAPS AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
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[Illustration: I WAS NEVER SO HAPPY (Page 80)]
JACK BALLINGTON
FORESTER
BY
JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE
AUTHOR OF "OLD MISTIS;" "A SUMMER HYMNAL;"
"THE BISHOP OF COTTONTOWN;"
"UNCLE WASH," ETC.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE GIBBS
THOMAS LANGTON
TORONTO, CANADA.
Copyright, 1911, by
THE JOHN C. WINSTON Co.
TO THE TWINS
HELEN AND MARY DANIEL MOORE
*CONTENTS*
*I*
*THE HEIR OF THE BLUEGRASS*
CHAPTER
I Soul Dreams and the Soil
II Little Sister
*II*
*"A TWILIGHT PIECE"*
I The Flame in the Wood
II The Home-Stretch
III The Hickories
IV Colonel Goff
V Pedigrees and Principles
VI The Make-Believe
VII The Chimes of the Wisteria
VIII The Stone-Crop
IX The Transplanted Pine
X Conquering Satan
XI Two Ways of Love
XII Work and Mine Acre
XIII The Unattainable
XIV God and a Butterfly
XV Hickories and Old Hickory
XVI Heart's Ease
XVII "Lady Carfax"
XVIII The Last Dance
XIX The High Jump
*III*
*THE HICKORY'S SON*
I "Love is not Love That Alters"
II A Dream and Its Ending
III The Awakening
IV The Call of the Drum
V The First Tennessee
VI The Battle in the Bacaue Mountains
VII The Juramentados
*IV*
*THE BURGEONING*
I Two of a Kind
II How Aunt Lucretia Ran Away
III A Night with Captain Skipper
IV My First Automobile
V The Sick Tree
*ILLUSTRATIONS*
I Was Never So Happy...... _Frontispiece_
"Stop Her--He'll Kill Her," I Cried
"Love is not Love that Alters."
I was on Him, My Knee on His Breast
*FOREWORD*
_I am the child of the Centuries. I am the son of the AEons which were.
I have always been, and I shall always be. To make me it has taken
fire, star-dust, and the Spirit of God--the lives of billions of people,
and the lights of a million suns._
_I have grown from sun and star-dust to the Thing-Which-Thinks._
_It were the basest ingratitude if I were not both thankful to God and
proud of my pedigree._
_What has come to me has been good; what shall come will be better: for
I am Evolution, and I grow ever to greater things. Life has been good;
death will be better; for it is the cause of all my past, making for a
still greater future._
_And this I know, not from Books nor from Knowledge, but from the
unafraid, never silent voice of Instinct within me, which is God._
_My debt to the past is great: I can never, in full, repay it; for they,
my creditors, passed with it. They left me a world beautiful: shall I
make it a world bare? They left a world bountiful: shall I leave it
blazed and barren to the sands of death?_
_I am in debt to the Past. Shall the Future present the bill to find
that I have gone to my grave a bankrupt? Find that I have wantonly laid
waste the land, leaving no root of wild flower, no shade of tree, no
spring that falleth from the hills?_
_Shall I destroy their trees for the little gain it may bring to my
short Life-tenantry? Shall I make of their land a desert by day and a
deluge by night? Shall I stamp with the degeneracy of gullies my own
offspring, and scar with the red birth-mark of poverty the unborn of my
own breed?_
_I live, charged with a great Goodness from the Past: I can die, paying
it, only by a greater Kindness for the Future._
*I*
*THE HEIR OF THE BLUEGRASS*
*JACK BALLINGTON,
FORESTER*
*CHAPTER I*
*SOUL-DREAMS AND THE SOIL*
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THE HARLEQUINADE
AN EXCURSION
By Dion Clayton Calthrop and Granville Barker
Published, March, 1918
[Illustration: "And what should Columbine be like? Well, she is just like
what you'd most like her to be. She has a rose in her hand."]
JUST A WORD IN YOUR EAR
Not to put too fine a point to it, this isn't a play at all and it isn't
a novel, or a treatise, or an essay, or anything like that; it is an
excursion, and you who trouble to read it are the trippers.
Now in any excursion you get into all sorts of odd company, and fall into
talk with persons out of your ordinary rule, and you borrow a match and get
lent a magazine, and, as likely as not, you may hear the whole tragedy and
comedy of a ham and beef carver's life. So you will get a view of the world
as oddly as Harlequin's clothes, with puffs of sentiment dear
to the soul of Columbine, and Clownish fun with Pantaloonish wisdom and
chuckles. When you were young, you used, I think, to enjoy a butterfly's
kiss; and that, you remember, was when your mother brushed your cheek with
her eye-lashes. And also when you were young you held a buttercup under
other children's chins to see if they liked butter, and they always did,
and the golden glow showed and the world was glad. And you held a shell to
your ear to hear the sound of the sea, and when it rained, you pressed your
nose against the window-pane until it looked flat and white to passers-by.
It is rather in that spirit that Alice and her Uncle present this excursion
to you.
I suppose it has taken over a thousand people to write this excursion, and
we are, so far, the last. And not by any means do we pretend because of
that to be the best of them; rather, because of that, perhaps, we cannot be
the best. We should have done much better--if we could. Oh, this has been
written by Greeks and Romans and Mediaeval Italians and Frenchmen and
Englishmen, and it has been played thousands and thousands of times under
every sort of weather and conditions. Think of it: when the gardeners of
Egypt sent their boxes of roses to Italy to make chaplets for the Romans to
wear at feasts this play was being performed; when the solemn Doges (which
Alice once would call "Dogs") of Venice held festa days, this play was
shown to the people.
And here Alice interrupts and says: "Do you think people really like to
read all that sort of thing? Why don't you let me tell the story, please?
I'm sitting here waiting to." Well, so she shall.
THE HARLEQUINADE
For some time now she has been sitting there. Miss Alice Whistler is an
attractive young person of about fifteen (very readily still she tells
her age), dressed in a silver grey frock which she wishes were longer.
The frock has a white collar; she wears grey silk stockings and black
shoes; and, finally, a little black silk apron, one of those French
aprons. If you must know still more exactly how she is dressed, look at
Whistler's portrait of Miss Alexander.
What happened was this. A pleasant old Victorian art fancier (
of) saw the child one day, and noted that her name was Whistler ("No
relation," said her Uncle Edward, "so far as we know"), and "That's how
to dress her," said he. And thereupon he forked out what he delicately
called "The Wherewithal" ("Which sounded like a sort of mackintosh,"
said Alice afterwards), for they couldn't have afforded it themselves.
"You're still young enough to take presents," said Uncle Edward. And
indeed Alice was very pleased, and saw that the hem was left wide
enough to let down several times. And here she is; the dress is kept
for these occasions.
Here she is in a low little chair, sitting with her basket of knitting
beside her on one side of a simply painted grey and black proscenium,
across which, masking the little stage, blue curtains hang in folds.
"The blue," said Miss Alice when she ordered them, "must be the colour
of Blue-eyed Mary." The silly shopman did not know the flower. "Blue
sky then," said Alice, "it's the blue that all skies seem to be when
you're really happy under them." "Reckitt's blue is what you want," the
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[Illustration: LEONARDO DA VINCI]
Leonardo da Vinci
A PSYCHOSEXUAL STUDY OF AN
INFANTILE REMINISCENCE
BY
PROFESSOR DR. SIGMUND FREUD, LL.D.
(UNIVERSITY OF VIENNA)
TRANSLATED BY
A. A. BRILL, PH.B., M.D.
Lecturer in Psychoanalysis and Abnormal
Psychology, New York University
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
1916
COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY
MOFFAT, YARD & COMPANY
ILLUSTRATIONS
Leonardo Da Vinci _Frontispiece_
FACING
PAGE
Mona Lisa 78
Saint Anne 86
John the Baptist 94
LEONARDO DA VINCI
I
When psychoanalytic investigation, which usually contents itself with
frail human material, approaches the great personages of humanity, it is
not impelled to it by motives which are often attributed to it by
laymen. It does not strive "to blacken the radiant and to drag the
sublime into the mire"; it finds no satisfaction in diminishing the
distance between the perfection of the great and the inadequacy of the
ordinary objects. But it cannot help finding that everything is worthy
of understanding that can be perceived through those prototypes, and it
also believes that none is so big as to be ashamed of being subject to
the laws which control the normal and morbid actions with the same
strictness.
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JANUS IN MODERN LIFE
JANUS
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[Illustration: “Stretched out his arms to bar their way” _Page 142_]
DOROTHY DALE AND HER CHUMS
by
MARGARET PENROSE
Author of “Dorothy Dale: a Girl of To-Day,” “Dorothy
Dale at Glenwood School,” “Dorothy Dale’s
Great Secret,” etc.
Illustrated
New York
Cupples & Leon Company
* * * * * *
THE DOROTHY DALE SERIES
BY MARGARET PENROSE
Cloth. Illustrated. Price per volume, 60 cts., postpaid
DOROTHY DALE: A GIRL OF TO-DAY
DOROTHY DALE AT GLENWOOD SCHOOL
DOROTHY DALE’S GREAT SECRET
DOROTHY DALE AND HER CHUMS
(Other volumes in preparation)
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY NEW YORK
* * * * * *
Copyright, 1909, by
Cupples & Leon Company
DOROTHY DALE AND HER CHUMS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. STOLEN BIRDS 1
II. THE GYPSY GIRL 8
III. DOROTHY AT THE CAMP 21
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THE REALITY OF WAR
THE
REALITY OF WAR
A COMPANION
TO CLAUSEWITZ
BY
MAJOR STEWART L. MURRAY
LATE GORDON HIGHLANDERS
POPULAR EDITION EDITED BY
A. HILLIARD ATTERIDGE
LONDON
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
WARWICK SQUARE, E.C.
HUGH REES, LTD.
5 REGENT STREET, S.W.
_Reprinted in 1914_
EDITOR'S PREFACE
Great books, the masterpieces of the special branch of knowledge with
which they deal, are often very big books; and busy men, who have not
unlimited time for reading, find it helpful to have some one who will
give them a general summary of a famous writer's teaching, and point
out the most important passages in which the author himself embodies
the very essence of his argument.
This is what Major Murray has done for the most important work on war
that was ever written. He does not give a mere dry summary of its
contents. He sets forth, in language so plain that even the civilian
reader or the youngest soldier can read it with interest, the essence
of the teaching of Clausewitz, and he embodies in his book the most
striking passages of the original work. He adds to each section of his
subject some useful criticisms, and at the end of the book he sums up
the effect of recent changes on the practice of war.
The book is a popular manual of the realities of war, which should be
read not only by soldiers, but by every one who takes an intelligent
interest in the great events of our time.
As to the practical value of the writings of Clausewitz, it may be
well to quote here the words of Mr. Spenser Wilkinson, the Professor
of Military History at Oxford, from his introduction to the original
edition of Major Murray's work:
"Clausewitz was a Prussian officer who first saw fighting as a boy in
1793, and whose experience of war lasted until 1815, when the great
war ended. He was then thirty-five and spent the next fifteen years in
trying to clear his mind on the subject of war, which he did by writing
a number of military histories and a systematic treatise 'On War.' At
the age of fifty he tied his manuscripts into a parcel, hoping to work
at them again on the conclusion of the duties for which he was ordered
from home. A little more than a year later he died at Breslau of
cholera, and the papers, to which he had never put the finishing touch,
were afterwards published by his widow.
"Part of the value of his work is due to the exceptional opportunities
which he enjoyed. When the war of 1806 began he had long been the
personal adjutant of one of the Prussian princes, and an intimate
friend of Scharnhorst, who was probably the greatest of Napoleon's
contemporaries. In the period of reorganization which followed
the Peace of Tilsit he made the acquaintance of Gneisenau, and of
almost all the officers who made their mark in the subsequent wars
of liberation. During the years of preparation he was Scharnhorst's
assistant, first in the Ministry of War and then on the General Staff.
During the campaign of 1812 he served with the Russian army as a
staff officer. Thus his experience during the four years of the Wars
of Liberation was that of one who was continually behind the scenes,
always in touch with the Governments and Generals, and therefore better
able than any one not so favourably placed to see everything in its
proper perspective, and to follow and appreciate the considerations
which directed the decisions both of statesmen and of the commanders
of armies. His personal character was of the finest mould, and his
writings have the sincerity, the absence of which makes it so difficult
to rely upon those of Napoleon.
"The ultimate test of the value of books is time. When Clausewitz
died, the two books on war which were thought the best were those of
the Archduke Charles of Austria and General Jomini. To-day the book
of Clausewitz, 'On War,' easily holds the first place. It is the
least technical of all the great books on war; from beginning to end
it is nothing but common sense applied to the subject, but for that
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[Illustration: FIGHT WITH THE GRIZZLY BEARS. _p. 290._]
THE
BACKWOODSMAN;
OR,
=Life on the Indian Frontier.=
[Illustration]
LONDON:
WARD, LOOK, AND TYLER,
WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.
THE
BACKWOODSMAN
OR
=Life on the Indian Frontier.=
EDITED BY
SIR C. F. LASCELLES WRAXALL, BART.
[Illustration: WL&T]
LONDON:
WARD, LOCK, AND TYLER,
WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO.,
172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.
[Illustration]
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
I. MY SETTLEMENT 1
II. THE COMANCHES 6
III. A FIGHT WITH THE WEICOS 12
IV. HUNTING ADVENTURES 19
V. THE NATURALIST 30
VI. MR. KREGER'S FATE 41
VII. A LONELY RIDE 53
VIII. THE JOURNEY CONTINUED 66
IX. HOMEWARD BOUND 82
X. THE BEE HUNTER 99
XI. THE WILD HORSE 114
XII. THE PRAIRIE FIRE 126
XIII. THE DELAWARE INDIAN 137
XIV. IN THE MOUNTAINS 151
XV. THE WEICOS 162
XVI. THE BEAR HOLE 173
XVII. THE COMANCHE CHIEF 185
XVIII. THE NEW COLONISTS 208
XIX. A BOLD TOUR 224
XX. THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS 238
XXI. LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS 253
XXII. BEAVER HUNTERS 267
XXIII. THE GRIZZLY BEARS 282
XXIV. ASCENT OF THE BIGHORN 300
XXV. ON THE PRAIRIE 326
XXVI. THE COMANCHES 345
XXVII. HOME AGAIN 363
XXVIII. INDIAN BEAUTIES 381
XXIX. THE SILVER MINE 396
XXX. THE PURSUIT 412
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE BACKWOODSMAN
CHAPTER I.
MY SETTLEMENT.
My blockhouse was built at the foot of the mountain chain of the Rio
Grande, on the precipitous banks of the River Leone. On three sides it
was surrounded by a fourteen feet stockade of split trees standing
perpendicularly. At the two front corners of the palisade were small
turrets of the same material, whence the face of the wall could be held
under fire in the event of an attack from hostile Indians. On the south
side of the river stretched out illimitable rolling prairies, while the
northern side was covered with the densest virgin forest for many miles.
To the north and west I had no civilized neighbours at all, while to the
south and east the nearest settlement was at least 250 miles distant. My
small garrison consisted of three men, who, whenever I was absent,
defended the fort, and at other times looked after the small field and
garden as well as the cattle.
As I had exclusively undertaken to provide my colony with meat, I rarely
stayed at home, except when there was some pressing field work to be
done. Each dawn saw me leave the fort with my faithful dog Trusty, and
turn my horse either toward the boundless prairie or the mountains of
the Rio Grande.
Very often hunting kept me away from home for several days, in which
case I used to bivouac in the tall grass by the side of some prattling
stream. Such oases, though not frequent, are found here and there on the
prairies of the Far West, where the dark, lofty magnolias offer the
wearied traveller refreshment beneath their thick foliage, and the
stream at their base grants a cooling draught. One of these favourite
spots of mine lay near the mountains, about ten miles from my abode. It
was almost the only water far and wide, and here formed two ponds, whose
depths I was never able to sound, although I lowered large stones
fastened to upwards of a hundred yards of lasso. The small space between
the two ponds was overshadowed by the most splendid magnolias, peca-nut
trees, yuccas, evergreen oaks, &c., and begirt by a wall of cactuses,
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Transcriber's Note:
Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as
possible. The Cornish dialect written by Captain Carter includes
inconsistencies in spelling and capitalisation. Some changes have
been made. They are listed at the end of the text.
Blank spaces, representing missing words in the original MS., have
been replaced by "[...]".
Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
Text marked ^{thus} was superscripted.
[Illustration]
A CORNISH SMUGGLER
[Illustration: LANDING THE CARGO.
_F. BRANGWYN._]
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY
OF
A CORNISH SMUGGLER
(CAPTAIN HARRY CARTER, OF PRUSSIA COVE)
1749-1809
_WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES_
BY
JOHN B. CORNISH
SECOND EDITION.
London:
GIBBINGS & CO., LTD., 18 BURY STREET, W.C.
J. POLLARD, TRURO, PENZANCE, & FALMOUTH.
1900.
WILLIAM BYLES AND SONS, PRINTERS,
129 FLEET STREET, LONDON,
AND BRADFORD.
INTRODUCTION.
The existence of the Autobiography which is published in the following
pages came to my knowledge in the course of a chance conversation with a
distant relative of the writer's family. The original manuscript has
been carefully preserved, and has been for many years in the possession
of Mr. G. H. Carter, of Helston. He received it from his father, the G.
Carter mentioned on page 1, who was a nephew of Harry Carter himself.
The memoir of the writer, which will be found in the "Wesleyan Methodist
Magazine" for October, 1831, was based upon information supplied by G.
Carter, partly from the manuscript and partly from his own knowledge. It
is now printed from the manuscript which was kindly lent to me for the
purpose by Mr. G. H. Carter.
The part of Cornwall to which the autobiography chiefly relates is the
district lying between the two small towns of Marazion and Helston, a
distance of about ten miles on the north-eastern shores of Mounts Bay,
comprising the parishes of Breage, Germoe, St. Hilary, and Perranuthnoe.
The bay is practically divided into two parts by Cuddan Point, a sharp
small headland about two miles east from St. Michael's Mount. The
western part runs into the land in a roughly semicircular shape, and is
so well sheltered that it has almost the appearance of a lake, in fact,
the extreme north-western corner is called Gwavas Lake. From the hills
which surround it the land everywhere <DW72>s gently to the sea, and is
thickly inhabited. The towns of Penzance and Marazion and the important
fishing village of Newlyn occupy a large portion of the shore, and
around them are woody valleys and well cultivated fields. To the
eastward of Cuddan is a marked contrast. There, steep and rocky cliffs
are only broken by two long stretches of beach, Pra Sand and the Looe
Bar, on which the great seas which come always from the Atlantic make
landing impossible except on a few rare summer days. With the exception
of the little fishing station of Porthleven there is not a place all
along the coast from Cuddan Point to the Lizard large enough to be
called a village. Inland the country is in keeping with the character
of the coast. Trees are very scarce, and the stone hedges, so
characteristic of all the wild parts of West Cornwall, the patches of
moorland, and the scattered cottages, make the whole appearance bare and
exposed.
Porth Leah, or the King's Cove, now more usually known as Prussia
Cove,[1] around which so much of the interest of the narrative centres,
lies a little to the eastward of Cuddan Point. There are really two
coves divided from one another by a point and a small island called the
"Enez." The western cove, generally called "Bessie's Cove," is a most
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The World's Great Explorers and Explorations.
Edited by J. SCOTT KELTIE, Librarian, Royal Geographical Society;
H. J. MACKINDER, M.A., Reader in Geography at the University of
Oxford; and E. G. RAVENSTEIN, F.R.G.S.
PALESTINE.
[Illustration: A PICTORIAL MAP OF JERUSALEM AND THE HOLY LAND, FOR THE
USE OF PILGRIMS.
(_From a MS. of the 13th Century in the Burgundian Library at
Brussels._)
_Frontispiece._]
PALESTINE.
BY
MAJOR C. R. CONDER, D.C.L., R.E.
LEADER OF THE PALESTINE EXPLORING
EXPEDITION.
NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
PREFACE.
The Editors of the present series having done me the honour to ask me
briefly to relate the story of Palestine Exploration, and especially of
the expeditions which I commanded; and having stipulated that the book
should contain not only an account of the more interesting results of
that work, but also something of the personal adventures of those
employed, I have endeavoured to record what seems of most interest in
both respects.
Many things here said will be found at greater length in previous works
which I have written, scattered through several volumes amid more
special subjects. I hope, however, that the reader will discover also a
good deal that is not noticed in those volumes; for the sources of
information concerning ancient Palestine are constantly increasing; and,
among others, I may mention, that the series of Palestine Pilgrim Texts,
edited by Sir Charles Wilson, has added greatly to our knowledge, and
has enabled me to understand many things which were previously doubtful.
The full story of the dangers and difficulties through which the work
was brought to a successful conclusion cannot be given in these pages,
and no one recognises more than I do the imperfections which--as in all
human work--have caused it here and there to fall short of the ideal
which we set before us. What can, however, be claimed for Palestine
exploration is, that the ideal was always as high as modern scientific
demands require. The explorations were conducted without reference to
preconceived theory, or to any consideration other than the discovery of
facts. The conclusions which different minds may draw from the facts
must inevitably differ, but the facts will always remain as a scientific
basis on which the study of Palestine in all ages must be henceforth
founded.
I fear that even now, after so much has been written, the facts are not
always well known--certainly they have often been misrepresented. It is
my desire, as far as possible, in these pages to summarise those facts
which seem most important, while giving a sketch of the mode of research
whereby they were brought to light.
C. R. C.
_Note._--The maps illustrating this volume have been revised by
Major Conder, who is more especially responsible for those of the
Kingdom of Jerusalem and of Modern Palestine. The geological
sketch-map embodies Major Conder's researches, as also the
important explorations of Dr. K. Diener in the Lebanon.--ED.
CONTENTS.
CHAP. PAGE
INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER 1
I. EXPLORATIONS IN JUDEA 22
II. THE SURVEY OF SAMARIA 59
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MOTOR STORIES
THRILLING
ADVENTURE
MOTOR
FICTION
NO. 10
MAY 1, 1909
FIVE
CENTS
MOTOR MATT'S
HARD LUCK
OR THE BALLOON
HOUSE PLOT
[Illustration: "This way, Dick" yelled Motor Matt
as he struck down one of the
ruffians.]
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. 10. NEW YORK, May 1, 1909. Price Five Cents.
Motor Matt's Hard Luck
OR,
THE BALLOON-HOUSE PLOT.
By the author of "MOTOR MATT."
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. AN OLD FRIEND.
CHAPTER II. A TRAP.
CHAPTER III. OVERBOARD.
CHAPTER IV. RESCUED.
CHAPTER V. BUYING THE "HAWK."
CHAPTER VI. MATT SCORES AGAINST JAMESON.
CHAPTER VII. AT THE BALLOON HOUSE.
CHAPTER VIII. THE PLOT OF THE BRADY GANG.
CHAPTER IX. CARL IS SURPRISED.
CHAPTER X. HELEN BRADY'S CLUE.
CHAPTER XI. JERROLD GIVES HIS AID.
CHAPTER XII. GRAND HAVEN.
CHAPTER XIII. THE LINE ON BRADY.
CHAPTER XIV. THE WOODS BY THE RIVER.
CHAPTER XV. BRADY A PRISONER.
CHAPTER XVI. BACK IN SOUTH CHICAGO.
THE RED SPIDER.
PIGEON-WHISTLE CONCERTS.
CHARACTERS THAT APPEAR IN THIS STORY.
=Matt King=, concerning whom there has always been a mystery--a lad
of splendid athletic abilities, and never-failing nerve, who has won
for himself, among the boys of the Western town, the popular name of
"Mile-a-minute Matt."
=Carl Pretzel=, a cheerful and rollicking German lad, who is led by a
fortunate accident to hook up with Motor Matt in double harness.
=Dick Ferral=, a Canadian boy and a favorite of Uncle Jack; has
served his time in the King's navy, and bobs up in New Mexico where
he falls into plots and counter-plots, and comes near losing his life.
=Helen Brady=, Hector Brady's daughter, who helps Motor Matt.
=Hector Brady=, a rival inventor who has stolen his ideas from
Hamilton Jerrold. His air ship is called the Hawk and is used for
criminal purposes. Brady's attempt to secure Motor Matt's services as
driver of the Hawk brings about the undoing of the criminal gang.
=Hamilton Jerrold=, an honest inventor who has devoted his life to
aëronautics, and who has built a successful air ship called the Eagle.
=Jameson=, a rich member of the Aëro Club, who thinks of buying the
Hawk.
=Whipple=, =Pete=, =Grove=, =Harper=, members of Brady's gang who
carried out the "balloon-house plot," which nearly resulted in a
tragedy, and finally proved the complete undoing of Hector Brady.
=Ochiltree=, an ex-convict whose past record nearly got him into
trouble.
=Harris=, a policeman of South Chicago who aids Motor Matt in his
work against the Bradys.
=Dennison and Twitchell=, police officers of Grand Haven, Michigan,
who take a part in the final capture of Brady.
CHAPTER I.
AN OLD FRIEND.
"Py chimineddy!" muttered Carl Pretzel to himself, starting up on the
couch, where he had been snatching forty winks by way of passing the
time. "Vat's dot? Der voice has some familiar sounds mit me. Lisden
vonce."
A loud, jovial voice floated in through the open window, a voice with a
swing to it that set Carl's nerves in a flutter.
"'In Cawsand bay lying,
And a Blue Peter flying,
All hands were turned up the anchor to weigh,
There came a young lady,
As fair as a May-day,
And modestly hailing, the damsel did say:
"'"I've got a young man there,
D'ye hear? Bear a hand there
To hoist me aboard or to bring him to me:
Which his name's Henry Grady,
And I am a lady,
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[Illustration: “CHARLIE”]
BETTER THAN MEN
BY
RUSH C. HAWKINS
J. W. BOUTON
TEN WEST TWENTY-EIGHT STREET
NEW YORK
1896
Copyright, 1896, by
J. W. Bouton
TO MY BELOVED AND LOVING WIFE, EVER FAITHFUL AND TRUE, WHOSE GOODNESS
PASSETH ALL UNDERSTANDING
CONTENTS
Explanatory 1
The Excursion 13
Tim, the Dissipated 91
Carlo, the Soldier 113
Jeff, the Inquisitive 127
Toby, the Wise 139
Two Dogs 149
Two Innocents Abroad 165
About Columbus, by an old showman 171
In Relation to Mysteries 187
Mysteries 195
EXPLANATORY
The title chosen for the following sketches, written for the purpose of
presenting certain prominent characteristics of the lower animals worthy
of the attention of the human animal, stands for rather a serious
proposition which may be questioned by a majority of those readers whose
kindly interest in our mute friends has not already been seriously
awakened.
To write so that those who read may infer that a certain selected number
of so-called lower animals are better, by nature and conduct, in certain
elemental virtues, than men, is, to say the least, rather imprudent, and
to the optimistic student of human nature may appear irreverent to an
unpardonable degree. Usually, to the minds of such observers, humanity
is accepted for its traditional value, regardless of established
conditions or inherent actualities. Such investigators investigate only
one side of their subject. They start out handicapped with the old
theory that in every respect the human animal is superior to every
other, without attempting to analyze unseen interior conditions, whether
natural or developed.
In relation to natural conditions, the large majority of Christian sects
are perfectly logical. They lay down as a clearly established
fundamental fact that all human beings, owing to what they designate as
Adam’s fall, are born into this world morally corrupt and completely
depraved, but that they have within their control for ready application
an appropriate panacea for a certain cure of these natural defects. But
the optimist neither admits the disease nor the necessity for cure; he
says always, at least inferentially, that all human beings come into the
world in a state of innocence and purity, and that their few defects
represent a certain amount of degeneration.
Both of these theories may be wrong. It is possible that all children
come into the world with a certain number of well-known natural
qualities—good, bad, strong, and weak—in no two alike, and for which
they are in no way responsible; and that what they become in their
mature years depends largely, if not entirely, upon home training and
the care bestowed upon them by the government under whose laws they
exist. Strong, healthy, intellectual, and moral parents, aided by a wise
and honestly administered government, assist each other in forming
characters which make fine men and women. But without the combination of
those parental qualities ever actively engaged in instructing and
controlling, sustained by a wise political organization, there is
usually but little development of the higher and better qualities of our
nature, either moral or intellectual.
It is at this point that we may be permitted to cite the difference
between the so-called upper and lower animal. In the dog and horse,
notably, their better qualities are inherent, born with them, grow
stronger with time, and their almost perfect and complete development is
natural, and continues without aid, example, or instruction. Not more
than one dog or horse in a thousand, if kindly treated and left to
himself, would turn out vicious, and treat them as we may, no matter how
unjustly or cruelly, we can never deprive them of their perfect
integrity and splendid qualities of loyalty to master and friends.
These most valuable of all moral qualities are natural to certain
animals, and, no matter what man may do, they can never be extinguished.
Although intangible, they are as much parts of the living organism of
the horse and dog as are their eyes or the other organs needed for
physical purposes. The affection of the dog for those whom he loves is
actually boundless. It has neither taint of selfishness nor has it
limits, and it can only be extinguished with the loss of life. The
ever-willing horse will run himself to death to carry from danger, and
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From Squire to Squatter
A Tale of the Old Land and the New
By Gordon Stables
Published by John F. Shaw and Co., 48 Paternoster Row, London.
This edition dated 1888.
CHAPTER ONE.
BOOK I--AT BURLEY OLD FARM.
"TEN TO-MORROW, ARCHIE."
"So you'll be ten years old to-morrow, Archie?"
"Yes, father; ten to-morrow. Quite old, isn't it? I'll soon be a man,
dad. Won't it be fun, just?"
His father laughed, simply because Archie laughed. "I don't know about
the fun of it," he said; "for, Archie lad, your growing a man will
result in my getting old. Don't you see?"
Archie turned his handsome brown face towards the fire, and gazed at
it--or rather into it--for a few moments thoughtfully. Then he gave his
head a little negative kind of a shake, and, still looking towards the
fire as if addressing it, replied:
"No, no, no; I don't see it. Other boys' fathers _may_ grow old; mine
won't, mine couldn't, never, _never_."
"Dad," said a voice from the corner. It was a very weary, rather
feeble, voice. The owner of it occupied a kind of invalid couch, on
which he half sat and half reclined--a lad of only nine years, with a
thin, pale, old-fashioned face, and big, dark, dreamy eyes that seemed
to look you through and through as you talked to him.
"Dad."
"Yes, my dear."
"Wouldn't you like to be old really?"
"Wel--," the father was beginning.
"Oh," the boy went on, "I should dearly love to be old, very old, and
very wise, like one of these!" Here his glance reverted to a story-book
he had been reading, and which now lay on his lap.
His father and mother were used to the boy's odd remarks. Both parents
sat here to-night, and both looked at him with a sort of fond pity; but
the child's eyes had half closed, and presently he dropped out of the
conversation, and to all intents and purposes out of the company.
"Yes," said Archie, "ten is terribly old, I know; but is it quite a man
though? Because mummie there said, that when Solomon became a man, he
thought, and spoke, and did everything manly, and put away all his boy's
things. I shouldn't like to put away my bow and arrow--what say, mum?
I shan't be altogether quite a man to-morrow, shall I?"
"No, child. Who put that in your head?"
"Oh, Rupert, of course! Rupert tells me everything, and dreams such
strange dreams for me."
"You're a strange boy yourself, Archie."
His mother had been leaning back in her chair. She now slowly resumed
her knitting. The firelight fell on her face: it was still young, still
beautiful--for the lady was but little over thirty--yet a shade of
melancholy had overspread it to-night.
The firelight came from huge logs of wood, mingled with large pieces of
blazing coals and masses of half-incandescent peat. A more cheerful
fire surely never before burned on a hearth. It seemed to take a pride
in being cheerful, and in making all sorts of pleasant noises and
splutterings. There had been bark on those logs when first heaped on,
and long white bunches of lichen, that looked like old men's beards; but
tongues of fire from the bubbling, caking coals had soon licked those
off, so that both sticks and peat were soon aglow, and the whole looked
as glorious as an autumn sunset.
And firelight surely never before fell on cosier room, nor on cosier
old-world furniture. Dark pictures, in great gilt frames, hung on the
walls, almost hiding it; dark pictures, but with bright colours standing
out in them, which Time himself had not been able to dim; albeit he had
cracked the varnish. Pictures you could look into--look in through
almost--and imagine figures that perhaps were not in them at all;
pictures of old-fashioned places, with quaint, old-fashioned people and
animals; pictures in which every creature or human being looked
contented and happy. Pictures from masters' hands many of them, and
worth far more than their weight in solid gold.
And the firelight fell on curious brackets, and on a tall corner-cabinet
filled with old delf and china; fell on high, narrow-backed chairs, and
on one huge carved-oak chest that took your mind away back to centuries
long gone by and made you half believe that there must have been "giants
in those days."
The firelight fell and was reflected from silver cups, and goblets, and
candlesticks, and a glittering shield that stood on a sideboard, their
presence giving relief to the eye. Heavy, cosy-looking curtains
depended from the window cornices, and the door itself was darkly
draped.
"Ten to-morrow. How time does fly!"
It was the father who now spoke, and as he did so his hand was stretched
out as if instinctively, till it lay on the mother's lap. Their eyes
met, and there seemed something of sadness in the smile of each.
"How time does fly!"
"Dad!"
The voice came once more from the corner.
"Dad! For years and years I've noticed that you always take mummie's
hand and just look like that on the night before Archie's birthday.
Father, why--"
But at that very moment the firelight found something else to fall
upon--something brighter and fairer by far than anything it had lit up
to-night. For the door-curtain was drawn back, and a little, wee,
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TREMENDOUS TRIFLES
By G. K. Chesterton
PREFACE
These fleeting sketches are all republished by kind permission of the
Editor of the DAILY NEWS, in which paper they appeared. They amount
to no more than a sort of sporadic diary--a diary recording one day in
twenty which happened to stick in the fancy--the only kind of diary the
author has ever been able to keep. Even that diary he could only keep
by keeping it in public, for bread and cheese. But trivial as are the
topics they are not utterly without a connecting thread of motive.
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_ADVERTISEMENTS._
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Gatherings from an Artist’s Portfolio.
By JAMES E. FREEMAN.
_One volume, 16mo._ _Cloth $1.25._
“The gifted American artist, Mr. James E. Freeman, who has for many
years been a resident of Rome, has brought together in this tasteful
little volume a number of sketches of the noted men of letters,
painters, sculptors, models, and other interesting personages whom he
has had an opportunity to study during the practice of his profession
abroad. Anecdotes and reminiscences of Thackeray, Hans Christian
Andersen, John Gibson, Vernet, Delaroche, Ivanoff, Gordon, the Princess
Borghese, Crawford, Thorwaldsen, and a crowd of equally famous
characters, are mingled with romantic and amusing passages from the
history of representatives of the upper classes of Italian society,
or of the humble ranks from which artists secure the models for their
statues and pictures.”--_New York Tribune._
“‘An Artist’s Portfolio’ is a charming book. The writer has gathered
incidents and reminiscences of some of the master writers, painters,
and sculptors, and woven them into a golden thread of story upon
which to string beautiful descriptions and delightful conversations.
He talks about Leslie, John Gibson, Thackeray, and that inimitable
writer, Father Prout (Mahony), in an irresistible manner.”--_New York
Independent._
New York: D. APPLETON & CO., 1, 3, & 5 Bond Street.
Appletons’ Home Books.
HOME AMUSEMENTS.
By M. E. W. S.,
AUTHOR OF “AMENITIES OF HOME,” ETC.
“There be some sports are painful; and their labour
Delight in them sets off.”
“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back!”
I do invoke ye all.
NEW YORK:
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
1, 3, and 5 BOND STREET.
1881.
COPYRIGHT BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
1881.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
I.--PREFATORY 5
II.--THE GARRET 7
III.--PRIVATE THEATRICALS, ETC. 9
IV.--TABLEAUX VIVANTS 20
V.--BRAIN GAMES 25
VI.--FORTUNE-TELLING 37
VII.--AMUSEMENTS FOR A RAINY DAY 45
VIII.--EMBROIDERY AND OTHER DECORATIVE ARTS 50
IX.--ETCHING 64
X.--LAWN TENNIS 67
XI.--GARDEN PARTIES 77
XII.--DANCING 86
XIII.--GARDENS AND FLOWER-STANDS 93
XIV.--CAGED BIRDS AND AVIARIES 104
XV.--PICNICS 112
XVI.--PLAYING WITH FIRE. CERAMICS 117
XVII.--ARCHERY 124
XVIII.--AMUSEMENTS FOR THE MIDDLE-AGED AND THE AGED 131
XIX.--THE PARLOR 135
XX.--THE KITCHEN 140
XXI.--THE FAMILY HORSE AND OTHER PETS 144
XXII.--IN CONCLUSION 148
HOME AMUSEMENTS.
I.
PREFATORY.
Goethe, in “Wilhelm Meister,” struck the key-note of the universal
underlying dramatic instinct. The boy begins to play the drama of life
with his puppets, and afterward exploits the wild dreams of youth in
the company of the strolling players. We are, indeed, all actors. We
all know how early the strutting soldier-instinct crops out, and how
soon the little girl assumes the cares of the amateur nursery.
“I have learned from neighbor Nelly
What the girl’s doll-instinct means.”
We begin early to play at living, until Life becomes too strong for us,
and, seizing us in merciless and severe grip, returns our condescension
by making of us the puppets with which the passing tragedy or comedy is
presented. With this idea in mind we have begun our little book with
the play in the garret--the humblest attempt at histrionics--and so
going on, still endeavoring to help those more ambitious artists who,
in remote and secluded spots, may essay to amuse themselves and others
by attempting the _rôle_ of a Cushman, a Wallack, a Sothern, a Booth,
or a Gilbert.
Our subsequent task has been a more difficult one. To tell people how
to give all sorts of entertainments--in fact, to tell our intelligent
people how to do anything--is nearly as foolish a practice as to carry
coals to Newcastle, and implies that sort of conceit which Thackeray
so wittily suggests when, in his “Rebecca and Rowena,” he presents the
picture of a little imp painting the lily. It is hard to know where
to draw the line. It would be delightful to amuse--to help along with
the great business of making home happy--to tell a mother what to do
with her active young brood, and yet to avoid that dreadful bore of
mentioning to her something which she already knows a great deal better
than we do.
The Scylla of barrenness and the Charybdis of garrulity are before any
author who tries to speak upon a familiar theme. Let us hope that,
through the kindness of our readers, we may not have wrecked our little
bark on either.
II.
THE GARRET.
Happy the children who have inherited a garret! We mean the good
old country garret, wherein have been stowed away the accumulations
of many generations of careful housewives. The more worthless these
accumulations, the better for the children. An old aunt who saved all
the old bonnets, an old uncle who had a wardrobe of cast-off garments
to which he had appended the legend,
“Too poor to wear, too good to give away--”
these are the purveyors to the histrionic talents of nations yet
unborn. Old garrets are really the factories of History, Poetry, and
the Drama.
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WHAT THE ANIMALS DO AND SAY
BY
MRS. FOLLEN
Illustrated with Engravings
WHAT THE ANIMALS DO AND SAY.
"Could you not tell us a traveller's story of some strange people
that we have never heard of before?" said Harry to his mother, the
next evening.
After a moment or two of thought, Mis. Chilton said, "Yes, I will
tell you about a people who are great travellers. They take journeys
every year of their lives. They dislike cold weather so much that
they go always before winter, so as to find a warmer climate."
"They usually meet together, fathers, mothers, and children, as well
as uncles, aunts, and cousins, but more especially grandfathers and
grandmothers, and decide whither they shall go. As their party is so
large, it is important that they should make a good decision."
"When they are all prepared, and their mind quite made up, they all
set off together. I am told that they make as much noise, on this
occasion, as our people make at a town-meeting; but as I was never
present at one of the powwows of these remarkable travellers, I
cannot say."
"What is a powwow?" asked Harry.
"It is the name the Indians give to their council meetings," replied
Mis. Chilton.
She went on. "This people, so fond of travelling, have no great
learning; they write no books; they have no geographies, no
steamboats, no railroads, but yet never mistake their way."
"Four-footed travellers, I guess," said Harry.
"By no means; they have no more legs than any other great
travellers; but you must not interrupt me."
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TWO PENNILESS PRINCESSES
By Charlotte M. Yonge
CHAPTER 1. DUNBAR
''Twas on a night, an evening bright
When the dew began to fa',
Lady Margaret was walking up and down,
Looking over her castle wa'.'
The battlements of a castle were, in disturbed times, the only
recreation-ground of the ladies and play-place of the young people.
Dunbar Castle, standing on steep rocks above the North Sea, was not
only inaccessible on that side, but from its donjon tower commanded a
magnificent view, both of the expanse of waves, taking purple tints from
the shadows of the clouds, with here and there a sail fleeting before
the wind, and of the rugged headlands of the coast, point beyond point,
the nearer distinct, and showing the green summits, and below, the
tossing waves breaking white against the dark rocks, and the distance
becoming more and more hazy, in spite of the bright sun which made a
broken path of glory along the tossing, white-crested waters.
The wind was a keen north-east breeze, and might have been thought too
severe by any but the 'hardy, bold, and wild' children who were merrily
playing on the top of the donjon tower, round the staff whence fluttered
the double treasured banner with 'the ruddy lion ramped in gold'
denoting the presence of the King.
Three little boys, almost babies, and a little girl not much older, were
presided over by a small elder sister, who held the youngest in her lap,
and tried to amuse him with caresses and rhymes, so as to prevent his
interference with the castle-building of the others, with their small
hoard of pebbles and mussel and cockle shells.
Another maiden, the wind tossing her long chestnut-locks, uncovered, but
tied with the Scottish snood, sat on the battlement, gazing far out over
the waters, with eyes of the same tint as the hair. Even the sea-breeze
failed to give more than a slight touch of colour to her somewhat
freckled complexion; and the limbs that rested in a careless attitude on
the stone bench were long and languid, though with years and favourable
circumstances there might be a development of beauty and dignity. Her
lips were crooning at intervals a mournful old Scottish tune, sometimes
only humming, sometimes uttering its melancholy burthen, and she now and
then touched a small harp that stood by her side on the seat.
She did not turn round when a step approached, till a hand was laid on
her shoulder, when she started, and looked up into the face of another
girl, on a smaller scale, with a complexion of the lily-and-rose kind,
fair hair under her hood, with a hawk upon her wrist, and blue eyes
dancing at the surprise of her sister.
'Eleanor in a creel, as usual!' she cried.
'I thought it was only one of the bairns,' was the answer.
'They might coup over the walls for aught thou seest,' returned the
new-comer. 'If it were not for little Mary what would become of the poor
weans?'
'What will become of any of us?' said Eleanor. 'I was gazing out over
the sea and wishing we could drift away upon it to some land of rest.'
'The Glenuskie folk are going to try another land,' said Jean. 'I was
in the bailey-court even now playing at ball with Jamie when in comes a
lay-brother, with a letter from Sir Patrick to say that he is coming
the night to crave permission from Jamie to go with his wife to France.
Annis, as you know, is betrothed to the son of his French friends,
Malcolm is to study at the Paris University, and Davie to be in the
Scottish Guards to learn chivalry like his father. And the Leddy of
Glenuskie--our Cousin Lilian--is going with them.'
'And she will see Margaret,' said Eleanor. 'Meg the dearie! Dost
remember Meg, Jeanie?'
'Well, well do I remember her, and how she used to let us nestle in her
lap and sing to us. She sang like thee, Elleen, and was as mother-like
as Mary is to the weans, but she was much blithesomer--at least before
our father was slain.'
'Sweetest Meg! My whole heart leaps after her,' cried Eleanor, with a
fervent gesture.
'I loved her better than Isabel, though she was not so bonnie,' said
Jean.
'Jeanie, Jeanie,' cried Eleanor, turning round with a vehemence
strangely contrasting with her previous language, 'wherefore should we
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The Iron Boys on the
Ore Boats
OR
Roughing It on the Great Lakes
By
JAMES R. MEARS
Author of The Iron Boys in the Mines, The Iron Boys as Foremen,
The Iron Boys in the Steel Mills, etc.
Illustrated
PHILADELPHIA
HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY
HOWARD E. ALTEMUS
Illustration: Both Boys Were Hurled Forward
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. TO THE INLAND SEAS 7
II. THE IRON BOYS AS CARGO 20
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LORD ORMONT AND HIS AMINTA, COMPLETE
By George Meredith
CONTENTS.
BOOK 1.
I. LOVE AT A SCHOOL
II. LADY CHARLOTTE
III. THE TUTOR
IV. RECOGNITION
V. IN WHICH THE SHADES OF BROWNY AND MATEY ADVANCE AND RETIRE
BOOK 2.
VI. IN A MOOD OF LANGUOR
VII. EXHIBITS EFFECTS OF A PRATTLER'S DOSES
VIII. MRS. LAWRENCE FINCHLEY
IX. A FLASH OF THE BRUISED WARRIOR
X. A SHORT PASSAGE IN THE GAME PLAYED BY TWO
XI. THE SECRETARY TAKEN AS AN ANTIDOTE
BOOK 3.
XII. MORE OF CUPER'S BOYS
XIII. WAR AT OLMER
XIV. OLD LOVERS NEW FRIENDS
XV. SHOWING A SECRET FISHED WITHOUT ANGLING
XVI. ALONG TWO ROADS TO STEIGNTON
BOOK 4.
XVII. LADY CHARLOTTE'S TRIUMPH
XVIII. A SCENE ON THE ROAD BACK
XIX. THE PURSUERS
XX. AT THE SIGN OF THE JOLLY CRICKETERS
XXI. UNDER-CURRENTS IN THE MINDS OF LADY CHARLOTTE AND LORD ORMONT
XXII. TREATS OF THE FIRST DAY OF THE CONTENTION OF BROTHER AND SISTER
XXIII. THE ORMONT JEWELS
BOOK 5.
XXIV. LOVERS MATED
XXXV. PREPARATIONS FOR A RESOLVE
XXVI. VISITS OF FAREWELL
XXVII. A MARINE DUET
XXVIII. THE PLIGHTING
XXIX. AMINTA TO HER LORD
XXX. CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I. LOVE AT A SCHOOL
A procession of schoolboys having to meet a procession of schoolgirls on
the Sunday's dead march, called a walk, round the park, could hardly go
by without dropping to a hum in its chatter, and the shot of incurious
half-eyes the petticoated creatures--all so much of a swarm unless you
stare at them like lanterns. The boys cast glance because it relieved
their heaviness; things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week.
The girls, who sped their peep of inquisition before the moment of
transit, let it be seen that they had minds occupied with thoughts of
their own.
Our gallant fellows forgot the intrusion of the foreign as soon as it
had passed. A sarcastic discharge was jerked by chance at the usher and
the governess--at the old game, it seemed; or why did they keep
steering columns to meet? There was no fun in meeting; it would never be
happening every other Sunday, and oftener, by sheer toss-penny accident.
They were moved like pieces for the pleasure of these two.
Sometimes the meeting occurred twice during the stupid march-out, when
it became so nearly vexatious to boys almost biliously oppressed by the
tedium of a day merely allowing them to shove the legs along, ironically
naming it animal excise, that some among them pronounced the sham
variation of monotony to be a bothering nuisance if it was going to
happen every Sunday, though Sunday required diversions. They hated
the absurdity in this meeting and meeting; for they were obliged to
anticipate it, as a part of their ignominious weekly performance; and
they could not avoid reflecting on it, as a thing done over again: it
had them in front and in rear; and it was a kind of broadside mirror,
flashing at them the exact opposite of themselves in an identically
similar situation, that forced a resemblance.
Touching the old game, Cuper's fold was a healthy school, owing to the
good lead of the head boy, Matey Weyburn, a lad with a heart for games
to bring renown, and no thought about girls. His emulation, the fellows
fancied, was for getting the school into a journal of the Sports. He
used to read one sent him by a sporting officer of his name, and talk
enviously of public schools, printed whatever they did--a privilege and
dignity of which, they had unrivalled enjoyment in the past, days, when
wealth was more jealously exclusive; and he was always prompting for
challenges and saving up to pay expenses; and the fellows were to laugh
at kicks and learn the art of self-defence--train to rejoice in whipcord
muscles. The son of a tradesman, if a boy fell under the imputation, was
worthy of honour with him, let the fellow but show grip and toughness.
He loathed a skulker, and his face was known for any boy who would
own to fatigue or confess himself beaten. "Go to bed," was one of his
terrible stings. Matey was good at lessons, too--liked them; liked Latin
and Greek; would help a poor stumbler.
Where he did such good work was in sharpening the fellows to excel.
He kept them to the grindstone, so that they had no time for rusty
brooding; and it was fit done by exhortations off a pedestal, like St.
Paul at the Athenians, it breathed out of him every day of the week. He
carried a light for followers. Whatever he demanded of them, he himself
did it easily. He would say to boys, "You're going to be men," meaning
something better than women. There was a notion that Matey despised
girls. Consequently, never much esteemed, they were in disfavour. The
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THE VALLEY OF FEAR
By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Part 1--The Tragedy of Birlstone
Chapter 1--The Warning
"I am inclined to think--" said I.
"I should do so," Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently.
I believe that I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I'll
admit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption. "Really, Holmes,"
said I severely, "you are a little trying at times."
He was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate
answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted
breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had
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_Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Samma Sambuddhassa_
THE
BUDDHIST CATECHISM
BY
HENRY S. OLCOTT
PRESIDENT-FOUNDER OF THE THEOSOPHICAL SOCIETY
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NEW IRELAND PAMPHLETS. NUMBER THREE
PRICE TWOPENCE
THE ISSUE
The Case for Sinn Fein
BY LECTOR
AS PASSED BY CENSOR.
NEW IRELAND PUBLISHING COMPANY, Limited
13 FLEET STREET, DUBLIN
1918
THE ISSUE
=INDEPENDENCE.=
Does Ireland wish to be free? Do we alone among the ancient Nations of
Europe desire to remain slaves? That, and that alone, is the question
which every Irish elector has now to answer. Let us put everything else
out of our minds as irrelevant claptrap. Let nothing distract us from this
single issue of Liberty. We must turn a deaf ear to sentimental whining
about what this or that man did, his length of service, his "fighting on
the floor of the House," and so on. Whatever may have been done in the way
of small doles, petty grants, and big talk, the =fact= is that we are not
Free and the =issue= is, Do we want to be Free?
Why should we be afraid of Freedom? Would any sane adult voluntarily
prefer to be a slave, to be completely in the control and power of
another? Men do not willingly walk into jail; why, then, should a whole
people? The men who are =afraid= of national liberty are unworthy even of
personal liberty; they are the victims of that slave mentality which
English coercion and corruption have striven to create in Ireland. When
Mr. John Dillon, grown tremulous and garrulous and feeble, asked for a
national convention this autumn "to definitely forswear an Irish
Republic," he was asking Ireland to commit an act of national apostasy and
suicide. Would =you= definitely forswear your personal freedom? Will Mr.
John Dillon hand his cheque-book and property over to some stranger and
indenture himself as a serf or an idiot? When he does, but not till then,
we shall believe that the Irish Nation is capable of sentencing itself
cheerfully to penal servitude for all eternity.
It was not always thus. "I say deliberately," said Mr. John Dillon at
Moville in 1904, "that I should never have dedicated my life as I have
done to this great struggle, if I did not see at the end of it the
crowning and consummation of our work--A FREE AND INDEPENDENT IRELAND." It
is sad that, fourteen years later, when the end is in sight, Mr. Dillon
should be found a recreant and a traitor to his past creed. The
degeneration of such a man is a damning indictment of Westminsterism.
Parnell, too save for one short moment when he tried by compromise to fool
English Liberalism but was foiled, proclaimed his belief in Irish
Independence.
This is what Parnell said at Cincinatti on 23rd February, 1880:--
"When we have undermined English misgovernment, we have paved the way
for Ireland to take her place among the nations of the earth. And let
us not forget that that is the ultimate goal at which all we Irishmen
aim. None of us, whether we be in America or in Ireland, or wherever
we may be, will be satisfied =until we have destroyed the last link
which keeps Ireland bound to England=."
Were he alive to-day, when the last link is snapping, on what side would
Parnell be? Would he forswear an Irish Republic or would he proclaim once
more, as he said in Cork (21st Jan., 1885): "No man has a right to fix the
boundary of the march of a Nation. No man has a right to say: Thus far
shalt thou go and no farther. And we have never attempted to fix the _ne
plus ultra_ to the progress of Ireland's nationhood and we never shall."
=IRELAND AND SMALL NATIONS.=
At New York 31st August, 1904, John Redmond declared:--
"If it were in my power to-morrow by any honourable means to
absolutely emancipate Ireland, I would do it and feel it my duty to do
it. (1904, not 1914!) I believe it would be just as possible for
Ireland to have a prosperous and free separate existence as a nation
as Holland, Belgium, or Switzerland, or other small nationalities. And
if it were in the power of any man to bring that result about
to-morrow by honourable and brave means, he would be indeed a coward
and a traitor to the traditions of his race did he not do so."
If Holland and Poland and all the other little lands, why not Ireland? Put
that straight question to yourself and you must answer it as John Redmond
did in 1904. Are we alone among the nations created to be slaves and
helots? Are we so incompetent and incapable as not to be able to manage
our own country? Is a people of four millions to be in perpetual bondage
and tutelage to a solicitor and a soldier? Did God Almighty cast up this
island as a sandbank for Englishmen to walk on? Is it the sole mission of
Irish men and women to send beef and butter to John Bull?
Look at the other nations and ask yourself, Why not? Why is not Ireland
free? Are we too small in area? We are double Switzerland or Denmark,
nearly three times Holland or Belgium. Is our population too small--though
it was once double? We are as numerous as Serbia, our population is as
large as that of Switzerland and nearly double that of Denmark or Norway.
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ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA
ELEVENTH EDITION
FIRST edition, published in three volumes, 1768-1771.
SECOND " " ten " 1777-1784.
THIRD " " eighteen " 1788-1797.
FOURTH " " twenty " 1801-1810.
FIFTH " " twenty " 1815-1817.
SIXTH " " twenty " 1823-1824.
SEVENTH " " twenty-one " 1830-1842.
EIGHTH " " twenty-two " 1853-1860.
NINTH " " twenty-five " 1875-1889.
TENTH " ninth edition and eleven
supplementary volumes, 1902-1903.
ELEVENTH " published in twenty-nine volumes, 1910-1911.
COPYRIGHT
in all countries subscribing to the
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THE CHANCELLOR, MASTERS AND SCHOLARS
of the
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE
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THE
ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA
A
DICTIONARY
OF
ARTS, SCIENCES, LITERATURE AND GENERAL
INFORMATION
ELEVENTH EDITION
VOLUME IV
BISHARIN to CALGARY
New York
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Copyright, in the United States of America, 1910,
by
The Encyclopaedia Britannica Company.
INITIALS USED IN VOLUME IV. TO IDENTIFY INDIVIDUAL CONTRIBUTORS,[1]
WITH THE HEADINGS OF THE ARTICLES IN THIS VOLUME SO SIGNED.
A. B. R.
ALFRED BARTON RENDLE, F.R.S., F.L.S., M.A., D.SC.
Keeper of the Department of Botany, British Museum.
Botany.
A. E. H.
A. E. HOUGHTON.
Formerly Correspondent of the _Standard_ in Spain. Author of
_Restoration of the Bourbons in Spain._
Cabrera.
A. E. S.
ARTHUR EVERETT SHIPLEY, F.R.S., M.A., D.SC.
Fellow and Tutor of Christ's College, Cambridge. Reader in
Zoology, Cambridge University. Joint-editor of the _Cambridge
Natural History_.
Brachiopoda.
A. F. P.
ALBERT FREDERICK POLLARD, M.A., F.R.HIST.SOC.
Professor of English History in the University of London. Fellow
of all Souls' College, Oxford. Assistant Editor of the _Dictionary
of National Biography_, 1893-1901. Lothian Prizeman (Oxford),
1892. Arnold Prizeman, 1898. Author of _England under the
Protector Somerset_, _Henry VIII._; _Thomas Cranmer_; &c.
Bonner;
Burghley;
Baron.
A. Go.*
REV. ALEXANDER GORDON, M.A.
Lecturer on Church History in the University of Manchester.
Blandrata;
Brenz;
Buckholdt.
A. H. B.
ARTHUR HENRY BULLEN.
Founder of the Shakespeare Head Press, Stratford-on-Avon. Editor
of _Collection of Old English Plays_; _Lyrics from the Song Books
of the Elizabethan Age_; &c.
Burton, Robert.
A. H.-S.
SIR A. HOUTUM-SCHINDLER, C.I.E.
General in the Persian Army. Author of _Eastern Persian Irak_.
Bushire.
A. H. Sm.
ARTHUR HAMILTON SMITH, M.A., F.S.A.
Keeper of the Department of Greek and Roman Antiquities in the
British Museum. Member of the Imperial German Archaeological
Institute. Author of _Catalogue of Greek Sculpture in the British
Museum_; &c.
Brooch.
A. J. G.
REV. ALEXANDER J. GRIEVE, M.A., B.D.
Professor of New Testament and Church History, Yorkshire United
Independent College, Bradford. Sometime Registrar of Madras
University, and Member of Mysore Educational Service.
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[Illustration: DAVID LOW DODGE]
WAR INCONSISTENT
WITH THE
RELIGION OF JESUS CHRIST
BY
DAVID LOW DODGE
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY
EDWIN D. MEAD
PUBLISHED FOR THE INTERNATIONAL UNION
GINN & COMPANY, BOSTON
1905
COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY
THE INTERNATIONAL UNION
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
55.8
CONTENTS
PAGE
INTRODUCTION vii
WAR INCONSISTENT WITH THE RELIGION OF JESUS CHRIST 1
WAR IS INHUMAN:
I. Because it hardens the heart and blunts the tender
feelings of mankind 2
II. War is inhuman, as in its nature and tendency it
abuses God's animal creation 6
III. War is inhuman, as it oppresses the poor 8
IV. War is inhuman, as it spreads terror and distress
among mankind 12
V. War is inhuman, as it involves men in fatigue, famine,
and all the pains of mutilated bodies 14
VI. War is inhuman, as it destroys the youth and cuts
off the hope of gray hairs 16
VII. War is inhuman, as it multiplies widows and orphans,
and clothes the land in mourning 18
WAR IS UNWISE:
I. Because, instead of preventing, it provokes insult
and mischief 23
II. War is unwise, for instead of diminishing, it increases
difficulties 26
III. War is unwise, because it destroys property 28
IV. War is unwise, as it is dangerous to the liberties of
men 30
V. War is unwise, as it diminishes the happiness of
mankind 34
VI. War is unwise, as it does not mend, but injures, the
morals of society 36
VII. War is unwise, as it is hazarding eternal things for
only the chance of defending temporal things 42
VIII. War is unwise, as it does not answer the professed
end for which it is intended 44
WAR IS CRIMINAL:
I. Going to war is not keeping from the appearance
of evil, but is running into temptation 47
II. War is criminal, as it naturally inflames the pride
of man 49
III. War necessarily infringes on the consciences of
men, and therefore is criminal 52
IV. War is criminal, as it is opposed to patient suffering
under unjust and cruel treatment 56
V. War is criminal, as it is not doing to others as we
should wish them to do to us 60
VI. War is inconsistent with mercy, and is therefore
criminal 61
VII. War is criminal, as the practice of it is inconsistent
with forgiving trespasses as we wish to be forgiven
by the final judge 63
VIII. Engaging in war is not manifesting love to enemies
or returning good for evil 64
IX. War is criminal, because it is actually rendering
evil for evil 67
X. War is criminal, as it is actually doing evil that good
may come; and this is the best apology that can
be made for it 71
XI. War is opposed to the example of the Son of God,
and is therefore criminal 72
OBJECTIONS ANSWERED 77
HYMN 121
THE MEDIATOR'S KINGDOM NOT OF THIS WORLD: BUT SPIRITUAL 123
INTRODUCTION
To David Low Dodge of New York belongs the high honor of having written
the first pamphlets published in America directed expressly against the
war system of nations, and of having founded the first peace society
ever organized in America or in the world. His first pamphlet, _The
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ALGONQUIN
INDIAN TALES
COLLECTED BY
EGERTON R. YOUNG
AUTHOR OF "BY CANOE AND DOG-TRAIN," "THE APOSTLE OF THE NORTH,"
"THREE BOYS IN THE WILD NORTH LAND," ETC.
[Illustration: The rabbit tells Nanahboozhoo of his troubles.]
1903
CHIEF BIG CANOE'S LETTER
GEORGINA ISLAND, LAKE SIMCOE.
REV. EGERTON R. YOUNG.
DEAR FRIEND: Your book of stories gathered from among my tribe has very
much pleased me. The reading of them brings up the days of long time ago
when I was a boy and heard our old people tell these tales in the wigwams
and at the camp fire.
I am very glad that you are in this way saving them from being forgotten,
and I am sure that many people will be glad to read them.
With best wishes,
KECHE CHEMON (Charles Big Canoe),
Chief of the Ojibways.
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
In all ages, from the remotest antiquity, the story-teller has flourished.
Evidences of his existence are to be found among the most ancient monuments
and writings in the Orient. In Egypt, Nineveh, Babylon, and other ancient
lands he flourished, and in the homes of the noblest he was ever an honored
guest.
The oldest collection of folklore stories or myths now in existence is of
East Indian origin and is preserved in the Sanskrit. The collection is
called _Hitopadesa_, and the author was Veshnoo Sarma. Of this collection,
Sir William Jones, the great Orientalist, wrote, "The fables of Veshnoo are
the most beautiful, if not the most ancient, collection of apologues in the
world." As far back as the sixth century translations were made from them.
The same love for myths and legends obtains to-day in those Oriental lands.
There, where the ancient and historic so stubbornly resist any change--in
Persia, India, China, and indeed all over that venerable East--the man who
can recite the ancient apologues or legends of the past can always secure
an audience and command the closest attention.
While the general impression is that the recital of these old myths and
legends among Oriental nations was for the mere pastime of the crowds, it
is well to bear in mind that many of them were used as a means to convey
great truths or to reprove error. Hence the recital of them was not
confined to a merely inquisitive audience that desired to be amused. We
have a good example of this in the case of the recital by Jotham, as
recorded in the book of Judges, of the legend of the gathering of the trees
for the purpose of having one of them anointed king over the rest. Of this
legend Dr. Adam Clarke, the commentator, says, "This is the oldest and,
without exception, the best fable or apologue in the world."
The despotic nature of the governments of those Oriental nations caused the
people often to use the fable or myth as an indirect way to reprove or
censure when it would not have been safe to have used a direct form of
speech. The result was that it attained a higher degree of perfection there
than among any other people. An excellent example is Nathan's reproof of
David by the recital of the fable of the poor man's ewe lamb.
The red Indians of America have justly been famous for their myths and
legends. We have never heard of a tribe that did not have a store of them.
Even the hardy Eskimo in his igloo of ice is surprisingly rich in folklore
stories. A present of a knife or some other trifle that he desires will
cause him to talk by the hour to his guest, whether he be the daring trader
or adventurous explorer, on the traditions that have come down to him. The
interchange of visits between the northern Indians and the Eskimos has
resulted in the discovery that quite a number of the myths recited in
Indian wigwams are in a measure, if not wholly, of Eskimo origin. On the
other hand, the Eskimo has not failed to utilize and incorporate into his
own rich store some that are undoubtedly of Indian origin.
For thirty years or more we have been gathering up these myths and legends.
Sometimes a brief sentence or two of one would be heard in some
wigwam--just enough to excite curiosity--then years would elapse ere the
whole story could be secured. As the tribes had no written language, and
the Indians had to depend entirely upon their memory, it is not to be
wondered at that there were, at times, great divergences in the recital of
even the most familiar of their stories. We have heard the same legend
given by several story-tellers and no two agreed in many particulars.
Others, however, were told with very slight differences.
We have adopted the course of recording what seemed to us the most natural
version and most in harmony with the instincts and characteristics of the
pure Indian. The close scientific student of Indian folklore will see that
we have softened some expressions and eliminated some details that were
non-essential. The crude Indian languages, while absolutely free from
blasphemy, cannot always be literally translated. _Verbum sat sapienti_.
The method we have adopted, in the presentation of these myths and legends
in connection with the chatter and remarks of our little ones, while
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[Illustration: HAVING SECURED A GOOD SUPPLY OF BAIT, THEY STARTED FOR
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The Mountain Boys Series
PHIL BRADLEY'S MOUNTAIN BOYS
Or
The Birch Bark Lodge
By
SILAS K. BOONE
The New York Book Company
New York
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Copyright, 1915, by
The New York Book Company
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I Bound for Lake Surprise 11
II Lub and the Mother Bobcat 21
III A Mystery, to Start with 33
IV The Figure in the Moonlight 46
V The Sudden Awakening 59
VI Getting Rid of an Intruder 72
VII On the Border of the Lake 84
VIII The Mountain Boys in Camp 97
IX The '<DW53> Photographer 112
X Finding a Sunbeam 121
XI An Encounter in the Pine Woods 134
XII When Two Played the Game 143
XIII How "Daddy" Came Back 156
XIV The Puzzle of It All 169
XV After the Storm 181
XVI Peace After Strife--Conclusion 194
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PHIL BRADLEY'S MOUNTAIN BOYS
CHAPTER I
BOUND FOR LAKE SURPRISE
"Phil, _please_ tell me we're nearly there!"
"I'd like to, Lub, for your sake; but the fact of the matter is we've
got about another hour of climbing before us, as near as I can reckon."
"Oh! dear, that means sixty long minutes of this everlasting scrambling
over logs, and crashing through tangled underbrush. Why, I reckon I'll
have the map of Ireland in red streaks on my face before I'm done with
it."
At that the other three boys laughed. They were not at all unfeeling,
and could appreciate the misery of their fat companion; but then Lub had
such a comical way of expressing himself, and made so many ludicrous
faces, that they could never take him seriously.
They were making their way through one of the loneliest parts of the
great Adirondack regions. There might not be a living soul within miles
of them, unless possibly some guide were wandering in search of new
fields.
The regular fishermen and tourists never came this way for many reasons;
and the only thing that had brought these four well-grown boys in the
region of Surprise Lake was the fact that one of them, Phil Bradley,
owned a large mountain estate of wild land that abutted on the western
shore of the lake.
All of the lads carried regular packs on their backs, secured with bands
that passed across their foreheads, thus giving them additional
advantages. In their hands they seemed to be gripping fishing rods in
their cases, as well as some other things in the way of tackle boxes and
bait pails.
Apparently Phil and his chums were bent on having the time of their
lives upon this outing. Laden in this fashion, it was no easy task they
had taken upon themselves to "tote" such burdens from the little
jumping-off station up the side of the mountain, and then across the
wooded plateau. There was no other way of getting to Lake Surprise, as
yet, no wagon road at all; which accounted for its being visited only
by an occasional fisherman or hunter.
Each year such places become fewer and fewer in the Adirondacks; and in
time to come doubtless a modern hotel would be erected where just then
only primitive solitude reigned.
Of course Lub (who at home in school rejoiced in the more aristocratic
name of Osmond Fenwick) being heavily built, suffered more than any of
his comrades in this long and arduous tramp. He puffed, and groaned, but
stuck everlastingly at it, for Lub was not the one to give in easily, no
matter how he complained.
Besides these two there was Raymond Tyson, a tall, thin chap, who was so
quick to see through nearly everything on the instant that his friends
had long ago dubbed him "X-Ray," and as such he was generally known.
The last of the quartette was Ethan Allan. He claimed to be a lineal
descendant of the famous Revolutionary hero who captured Ticonderoga
from the British by an early morning surprise. Ethan was very fond of
boasting of his illustrious ancestor, and on that account found himself
frequently "joshed" by his chums.
It happened that Ethan's folks were not as well off in this world's
goods as those of his chums; and he was exceedingly sensitive about this
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Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
THE SECRET LIFE
Being the Book of a Heretic
"Prove all things: hold fast that which is good."
_St. Paul, 1 Thessalonians v. 21._
"Ici l'on voulut que tout fut simple, tranquille, sans ostentation
d'esprit ni de science, que personne ne se crut engage a avoir
raison, et que l'on fut toujours en etat de ceder sans honte,
surtout qu'aucun systeme ne dominat dans l'Academie a l'exclusion
des autres, et qu'on laissat toujours toutes les portes ouvert a
la verite." _Fontenelle._
London: John Lane, The Bodley Head
New York: John Lane Company. MDCCCCVII
Copyright, 1906
By John Lane Company
CONTENTS
PAGE
L'Enfant Terrible 1
An Optimistic Cynic 7
A Poet Sheep-rancher 10
An Eaten Cake 13
Concerning Elbows on the Table 16
An Autumn Impulse 17
John-a'-Dreams 19
The Fountain of Salmacis 41
Two Siegfrieds 44
A Door Ajar 47
At Time of Death 49
The Curse of Babel 49
The Fourth Dimension 52
The Ant and the Lark 58
The Doeppelganger 63
"A Young Man's Fancy" 73
An Arabian Looking-glass 78
The Cry of the Women 80
The Beauty of Cruelty 95
The Duke of Wellington's Trees 101
The Boy with the Goose 103
A God Indeed 104
A Question of Skulls 110
The Modern Woman and Marriage 112
The Ideal Husband 120
A New Law of Health 126
"Dead, Dead, Dead" 139
Verbal Magic 140
Hamlet 143
Ghosts 149
Amateur Saints 153
The Zeitgeist 159
The Abdication of Man 187
Life 205
Portable Property 206
Are American Parents Selfish? 208
A Question of Heredity 219
The Little Dumb Brother 220
Fever Dreams 248
A Misunderstood Moralist 250
The Pleasures of Pessimism 255
Moral Pauperism 257
On a Certain Lack of Humour in
Frenchmen 258
The Value of a Soul 267
A Grateful Spaniard 271
Bores 271
Emotions and Oxydization 273
Abelard to Heloise 275
Heloise to Abelard 277
Yumei Mujitsu 279
The Real Thing 284
"Oh, Eloquent, Just, and Mighty
Death" 286
"Philistia, be Thou Glad of Me" 299
"Oh King, Live Forever!" 305
The Little Room 307
Aftermath 312
June 21.
L'Enfant Terrible.
"The very Devil's in the moon for mischief:
There's not a day, the longest, not the twenty-first of June,
Sees half the mischief in a quiet way
On which three single hours of moonlight smile."
At my age, alas! one no longer gets into mischief, either by moonlight
or at midsummer, and yet to-day all the tricksey spirits of the
invisible world are supposed to be abroad--tangling the horses' manes,
souring the milkmaid's cream, setting lovers by the ears. Some such
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THE
HERO IN MAN
BY
A. E.
[Transcriber's note: "A.E." is a pseudonym of George William Russell]
The Orpheus Press, 1910
First Edition (1,000 copies), May, 1909.
Second Edition (1,000 copies), September, 1910.
PRELUDE.
[Greek: _lampadia echontes diadosousin allelois_.]--PLATO.
We who live in the great cities could not altogether avoid, even if we
would, a certain association with the interests of our time. Wherever
we go the minds of men are feverishly debating some new political
measure or some new scheme for the reconstruction of society. Now, as
in olden times, the rumours of an impending war will engulf the subtler
interests of men, and unless we are willing to forego all intercourse
we find ourselves involved in a hundred sympathies. A friendly group
will gather one evening and open their thoughts concerning the
experiences of the soul; they will often declare that only these
matters are of profound interest, and yet on the morrow the most of
them regard the enthusiasms of the mind as far away, unpractical, not
of immediate account. But even at noon the stars are above us and
because a man in material difficulties cannot evoke the highest
experiences that he has known they have not become less real. They
pertain to his immortal nature and if in the circumstance of life he
loses memory of them it is because he is likewise mortal. In the
measure that we develop our interior selves philosophy becomes the most
permanent of our interests and it may well be that the whole aim of Man
is to acquire an unbroken and ever-broadening realisation of the
Supreme Spirit so that in a far-off day he may become the master of all
imaginable conditions. He, therefore, who brings us back to our
central selves and shows us that however far we may wander it is these
high thoughts which are truly the most real--he is of all men our
greatest benefactor.
Now those who thus care for the spiritual aspect of life are of two
kinds,--the intellectual and the imaginative. There are men of keen
intellect who comprehend some philosophic system, who will defend it
with elaborate reasonings and proclaim themselves its adherents, but
the earth at their feet, the stars in the firmament, man himself and
their own souls have undergone no transfiguration. Their philosophies
are lifeless, for imagination is to the intellect what breath is to the
body. Thoughts that never glow with imagination, that are never
applied to all that the sense perceives or the mind remembers--thoughts
that remain quite abstract, are as empty husks of no value.
But there are those who have studied by the light of imagination and
these know well that the inner life of thought, of experiment, and of
wonder, though it may often be over-clouded, is the only life which can
henceforth give them content. They know that it was not when they were
most immersed in the affairs of the day but rather when the whole world
appeared for a little while to be pulsating with an almost
uncontainable splendour, that they were most alive. For the best mood
we have ever known, though it be lost for long, is yet the clearest
revelation of our true selves, and it is then that we learn most nearly
what marvels life may hold.
If we read with imagination the Dialogues of Plato we dwell for a while
among those ardent Greeks for whom the universe was changed by the
words of the poet-philosopher. So too when we read the letter that was
written by Plotinus to Flaccus, perhaps the serenest height the human
soul has ever attained, we become ourselves the recipients. In either
case we feel that we have lived in the presence of a princely soul. It
is an inspiration to realise that we are of the one race with these and
may look out on the same beauty of earth and heaven.
Yet the magic of the mind is not enduring and to dream overlong of a
bygone beauty is to make sorrowful the present. What imaginative
reader of Plato but has desired with a fruitless ardour that he might
in truth have been numbered with those who walked on the daisied lawns
of the Academy, might in truth have heard the voice of the hardly human
initiate, have seen him face to face, have responded to the influence
of his presence? who but would willingly translate his life to another
century if he could but hear Plotinus endeavouring to describe in human
language an ecstasy which makes of man a god?
I know that one may easily injure whatever one most loves by speaking
of it in superlative praise to those who as yet remain aloof with
interest unaroused, but for me it is hard to refrain from an expression
of that admiration, and I would fain say also that affection, which
burns up within me when I read the writings of A.E. For they cause me
to think of him as one of those rare spirits who bring to men the
realisation of their own divinity, who make the spiritual life seem
adventurous, attractive, and vivid, so that we go forth into the world
with a new interest and a new joy at heart. That, as I have sought to
show in the opening of this note, is the greatest of all things that
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THE
WORKS
OF
JOHN DRYDEN,
NOW FIRST COLLECTED
_IN EIGHTEEN VOLUMES_.
* * * * *
ILLUSTRATED
WITH NOTES,
HISTORICAL, CRITICAL, AND EXPLANATORY,
AND
A LIFE OF THE AUTHOR,
BY
WALTER SCOTT, ESQ.
* * * * *
VOL. X.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR WILLIAM MILLER, ALBEMARLE STREET,
BY JAMES BALLANTYNE AND CO. EDINBURGH.
1808.
CONTENTS
OF
VOLUME TENTH.
PAGE.
Religio Laici, or a Layman's Faith, an Epistle, 1
Preface, 11
Threnodia Augustalis, a Funeral Pindaric Poem, sacred
to the happy Memory of King Charles II. 53
Notes, 79
The Hind and the Panther, a Poem, in Three Parts, 85
Preface, 109
Notes on Part I. 139
Part II. 159
Notes on Part II. 185
Part III. 195
Notes on Part III. 240
Britannia Rediviva, a Poem on the Birth of the
Prince, 283
Notes, 302
Prologues and Epilogues, 309
Mack-Flecknoe, a Satire against Thomas Shadwell, 425
Notes, 441
RELIGIO LAICI:
OR,
A LAYMAN'S FAITH.
AN EPISTLE.
_Ornari res ipsa negat; contenta doceri._
ARGUMENT.
TAKEN FROM THE AUTHOR'S MARGINAL NOTES.
Opinions of the several Sects of Philosophers concerning the
_Summum bonum_.--System of Deism.--Of Revealed Religion.--Objection
of the Deist.--Objection answered.--Digression to the Translator
of Father Simon's Critical Edition of the Old Testament.--Of the
Infallibility of Tradition in general.--Objection in behalf of
Tradition, urged by Father Simon.--The Second Objection.--Answered.
RELIGIO LAICI.
The _Religio Laici_, according to Johnson, is almost the only work of
Dryden which can be considered as a voluntary effusion. I do not see
much ground for this assertion. Dryden was indeed obliged to write by
the necessity of his circumstances; but the choice of the mode in which
he was to labour was his own, as well in his Fables and other poems,
as in that which follows. Nay, upon examination, the _Religio Laici_
appears, in a great measure, a controversial, and almost a political
poem; and, being such, cannot be termed, with propriety, a voluntary
effusion, any more than "The Medal," or "Absalom and Achitophel."
It is evident, Dryden had his own times in consideration, and the
effect which the poem was likely to produce upon them. Religious
controversy had mingled deeply with the party politics of the reign
of Charles II. Divided, as the nation was, into the three great sects
of Churchmen, <DW7>s, and Dissenters, their several creeds were
examined by their antagonists with scrupulous malignity, and every
hint extracted from them which could be turned to the disadvantage of
those who professed them. To the Catholics, the dissenters objected
their cruel intolerance and jesuitical practices; to the church of
England, their servile dependence on the crown, and slavish doctrine
of non-resistance. The Catholics, on the other hand, charged the
reformed church of England with desertion from the original doctrines
of Christianity, with denying the infallibility of general councils,
and destroying the unity of the church; and against the fanatics,
they objected their anti-monarchical tenets, the wild visions of
their independent preachers, and their seditious cabals against the
church and state. While the church of England was thus assailed by
two foes, who did not at the same time spare each other, it probably
occurred to Dryden, that he, who could explain her tenets by a plain
and philosophical commentary, had a chance, not only of contributing
to fix and regulate the faith of her professors, but of reconciling to
her, as the middle course, the Catholics and the fanatics. The Duke
of York and the <DW7>s, on the one hand, were urging the king to the
most desperate measures; on the other, the popular faction were just
not in arms. The king, with the assistance and advice of Halifax, was
trimming his course betwixt these outrageous and furious torrents.
Whatever, therefore, at this important crisis, might act as a sedative
on the inflamed spirits of all parties, and encourage them to abide
with patience the events of futurity, was a main point in favour of
the crown. A rational and philosophical view of the tenets of the
national church, liberally expressed, and decorated with the ornaments
of poetry, seemed calculated to produce this effect; and as I have
no doubt, as well from the preface, as from passages in the poem,
that Dryden had such a purpose in view, I have ventured to place the
_Religio Laici_ among his historical and political poems.[1]
I would not, from what is above stated, be understood to mean, that
Dryden wrote this poem merely with a view to politics, and that he
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Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings
BY
ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
WILLIAM VAN DRESSER
[Illustration: Slowly her delicate fingers undid the ravages of
Stefana's patient endeavors. FRONTISPIECE.]
To MY HUSBAND
WHO COULD WRITE SO MUCH
BETTER A BOOK AND
DEDICATE IT TO
ME!
ILLUSTRATIONS
Slowly her delicate fingers undid the ravages of Stefana's patient
endeavors.
"We've all got beautiful names, except poor Elly"
"If you are thinking of putting me anywhere, put me into a story like
that"
Evangeline established a stage of action outside the window
Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings
CHAPTER I
"Mercy gracious!"
"_Well!"_
The last utterance was Miss Theodosia Baxter's. She was a woman of few
words at all times where few sufficed. One sufficed now. The child on
her front porch, with a still childlier child on the small area of her
knees, was not a creature of few words, but now extreme surprise limited
speech. She was stricken with brevity,--stricken is the word--to match
Miss Theodosia's.
Downward, upward, each gazed into the other's surprised face. The
childlier child, jouncing pleasantly back and forth, viewed them both
impartially.
It was the child who regarded the situation, after a moment of mental
adjustment, as humorous. She giggled softly.
"Mercy gracious! How you surprised me' 'n' Elly Precious, an' me 'n'
Elly Precious surprised you! I don't know which was the whichest! We
came over to be shady just once more. We didn't s'pose you would come
home till to-morrow, did we, Elly Precious?"
"I came last night," Miss Theodosia replied with crispness. She stood in
her doorway, apparently waiting for something which--apparently--was not
to happen. The child and Elly Precious sat on in seeming calm.
"Yes'm. Of course if you hadn't come, you wouldn't be standin' there
lookin' at Elly Precious--isn't he a darlin' dear? Wouldn't you like to
look at his toes?"
It was Miss Theodosia Baxter's turn to say "Mercy gracious!" but she did
not say it aloud. It was her turn, too, to see a bit of humor in the
situation on her front porch.
"Not--just now," she said rather hastily. She could not remember ever to
have seen a baby's toes. "I've no doubt they are--are excellent toes."
The word did not satisfy her, but the suitable adjective was not at
hand.
"Mercy gracious! That's a funny way to talk about toes! Elly Precious's
are pink as anything--an' six--yes'm! I've made consid'able money out of
his toes. Yes," with rising pride at the sight of Miss Theodosia's
surprise, "'leven cents, so far. I only charged Lelia Fling a cent for
two looks, because Lelia's baby's dead. I've got three cents out o' her;
she says five of Elly Precious's remind her of her baby's toes. Isn't it
funny you can't make boys pay to look at babies' toes, even when they's
such a lot? Only just girls. Stefana says it's because girls are
ungrown-up mothers. Mercy gracious! speakin' of Stefana an' mothers,
reminds me--"
The shrill little voice stopped with a suddenness that made the woman in
the door fear for Elly Precious; it seemed that he must be jolted from
his narrow perch.
Miss Theodosia had wandered up and down the world for three years in be
search of something to interest her, only to come home and find it here
upon the upper step of her own front porch. She stepped from the doorway
and sat down in one of the wicker rockers. She had plenty of time to be
interested; there was really no haste for unpacking and settling back
into her little country rut.
"What about 'Stefana and mothers'?" she prodded gently. A cloud had
settled on the child's vivid little face and threatened to overshade the
childlier child, as well. "I suppose 'Stefana' is a Spanish person,
isn't she?" The name had a definitely foreign sound.
"Oh, no'm--just a United States. We're all United States. Mother named
her; we've all got beautiful names, except poor Elly. Mother hated to
call him Elihu, but there was Grandfather gettin' older an' older all
the time, an' she dassen't wait till the next one. She put it off an'
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THE AMBER WITCH
by
Wilhelm Meinhold
The most interesting trial for witchcraft ever known. Printed from an
imperfect manuscript by her father Abraham Schweidler, the pastor of
Coserow, in the Island of Usedom.
Translated from the German by Lady Duff Gordon.
Original publication date: 1846.
PREFACE
In laying before the public this deeply affecting and romantic trial,
which I have not without reason called on the title-page the most
interesting of all trials for witchcraft ever known, I will first give
some account of the history of the manuscript.
At Coserow, in the Island of Usedom, my former cure, the same which was
held by our worthy author some two hundred years ago, there existed
under a seat in the choir of the church a sort of niche, nearly on a
level with the floor. I had, indeed, often seen a heap of various
writings in this recess; but owing to my short sight, and the darkness
of the place, I had taken them for antiquated hymn-books, which were
lying about in great numbers. But one day, while I was teaching in the
church, I looked for a paper mark in the Catechism of one of the boys,
which I could not immediately find; and my old sexton, who was past
eighty (and who, although called Appelmann, was thoroughly unlike his
namesake in our story, being a very worthy, although a most ignorant
man), stooped down to the said niche, and took from it a folio volume
which I had never before observed, out of which he, without the slightest
hesitation, tore a strip of paper suited to my purpose, and reached it to
me. I immediately seized upon the book, and, after a few minutes' perusal,
I know not which was greater, my astonishment or my vexation at this
costly prize. The manuscript, which was bound in vellum, was not only
defective both at the beginning and at the end, but several leaves had
even been torn out here and there in the middle. I scolded the old man as
I had never done during the whole course of my life; but he excused
himself, saying that one of my predecessors had given him the manuscript
for waste paper, as it had lain about there ever since the memory of man,
and he had often been in want of paper to twist round the altar candles,
etc. The aged and half-blind pastor had mistaken the folio for old
parochial accounts which could be of no more use to any one.[1]
No sooner had I reached home than I fell to work upon my new acquisition,
and after reading a bit here and there with considerable trouble, my
interest was powerfully excited by the contents.
I soon felt the necessity of making myself better acquainted with the
nature and conduct of these witch trials, with the proceedings, nay,
even with the history of the whole period in which these events occur.
But the more I read of these extraordinary stories, the more was I
confounded; and neither the trivial Beeker (_die bezauberte Welt_, the
enchanted world), nor the more careful Horst (_Zauberbibliothek_, the
library of magic), to which, as well as to several other works on the
same subject, I had flown for information, could resolve my doubts, but
rather served to increase them.
Not alone is the demoniacal character, which pervades nearly all these
fearful stories, so deeply marked, as to fill the attentive reader with
feelings of alternate horror and dismay, but the eternal and unchangeable
laws of human feeling and action are often arrested in a manner so
violent and unforeseen, that the understanding is entirely baffled. For
instance, one of the original trials which a friend of mine, a lawyer,
discovered in our province, contains the account of a mother, who, after
she had suffered the torture, and received the holy Sacrament, and was
on the point of going to the stake, so utterly lost all maternal feeling,
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HISTORY
OF THE
EIGHTY-SIXTH REGIMENT
ILLINOIS VOLUNTEER INFANTRY,
DURING ITS TERM OF SERVICE.
By J. R. KINNEAR,
Cruger, Woodford County, Illinois.
CHICAGO:
TRIBUNE COMPANY'S BOOK AND JOB PRINTING OFFICE.
1866.
TO THE
COMMISSIONED OFFICERS AND ENLISTED MEN
OF THE
EIGHTY-SIXTH REGIMENT
ILLINOIS VOLUNTEER INFANTRY,
_This volume is respectfully dedicated, by_
THE AUTHOR.
PREFACE.
The history of the Eighty-sixth Illinois was written in part while the
regiment was yet in the service, merely for the gratification of a
personal desire; but since its muster out, the author has been
frequently urged by many of his friends to have it published, that they
might share what he alone enjoyed. He complied with an earnest request
from Colonel Fahnestock to meet himself, General Magee, Major Thomas,
Dr. Guth, Captain Zinser and others at Peoria, to have the manuscript
examined before publication. It was met by their hearty approval, and
an eager desire on their part to have it published; at the same time
giving the assurance that they would lend their whole influence in
getting it before the public. For these reasons the author has been
induced to present this little volume to his comrades and friends, in
the hope that it will receive their hearty welcome.
The history of the Eighty-sixth is also the history of the 85th, 125th
and 110th Illinois, together with the 52nd Ohio and 22nd Indiana, all
of the same brigade. Particular mention has been made of these
regiments, for they were to the Eighty-sixth a band of faithful
brothers.
The author acknowledges himself indebted to Colonel Fahnestock, Major
Thomas, Captain Major, and Acting Adjutant Loveland, for the kind
assistance and encouragement they have given him in preparing this
history for publication, and to them he attributes the merit of this
work, if it possesses merit.
THE AUTHOR.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
ORGANIZATION AND MARCH TO NASHVILLE--ABOUT NASHVILLE 9-18
CHAPTER II.
MARCH TO CHATTANOOGA--THE BATTLE OF CHICKAMAUGA 19-28
CHAPTER III.
MISSION RIDGE AND KNOXVILLE 29-36
CHAPTER IV.
ABOUT CHATTANOOGA 37-46
CHAPTER V.
CAMPAIGN AGAINST ATLANTA 47-71
CHAPTER VI.
TO THE REAR 72-78
CHAPTER VII.
RAID TO THE SEA 79-91
CHAPTER VIII.
RAID THROUGH SOUTH CAROLINA--BATTLES OF AVERYSBORO
AND BENTONVILLE 92-108
CHAPTER IX.
CAPTURE OF JOHNSTON'S ARMY 109-114
CHAPTER X.
HOMEWARD BOUND 115-125
REGIMENTAL ROSTER 126-128
CAPTAIN BURKHALTER'S ADVENTURE 129-130
SOLDIERS' LETTERS 131-132
BATTLE 133-134
FARMING IN THE SOUTH 135-137
REBEL LETTER 138-139
HISTORY.
CHAPTER I.
ORGANIZATION, AND MARCH TO NASHVILLE--ABOUT NASHVILLE.
The Eighty-sixth Regiment of Illinois Volunteer Infantry was organized
at Peoria in the latter part of August, 1862. David D. Irons was made
Colonel; David W. Magee, Lieutenant-Colonel; J. S. Bean, Major, and J.
E. Prescott, Adjutant.
On the 26th of August the captains of the several companies drew lots
for the letters of their companies, and on the next day the regiment
was mustered into the United States service for the period of three
years or during the war. On the 29th of the same month it received one
month's pay, amounting to thirteen dollars. Nothing more of importance
occurred until the 6th of September, when the regiment drew its guns
and its first suit of army blue. While at Peoria the Eighty-sixth was
rendezvoused at Camp Lyon, a name given it by Colonel Irons. Time
passed slowly, for all were anxious to move to the seat of war, and
were not at rest till they did. Finally, orders came, and on the 7th of
September the regiment boarded the cars for Louisville.
Every member of the Eighty-sixth left Peoria with mingled feelings of
pleasure and pain--pleasure, that they were about to participate in the
great struggle for Union and Liberty--pain, that they were called upon
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[Illustration: GUTENBERG TAKES THE FIRST PROOF]
Historic Inventions
By
RUPERT S. HOLLAND
_Author of "Historic Boyhoods," "Historic Girlhoods,"
"Builders of United Italy," etc._
PHILADELPHIA
GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1911, by
GEORGE W. JACOBS AND COMPANY
_Published August, 1911_
_All rights reserved_
Printed in U.S.A.
_To
J. W. H._
CONTENTS
I. GUTENBERG AND THE PRINTING PRESS 9
II. PALISSY AND HIS ENAMEL 42
III. GALILEO AND THE TELESCOPE 53
IV. WATT AND THE STEAM-ENGINE 70
V. ARKWRIGHT AND THE SPINNING-JENNY 84
VI. WHITNEY AND THE COTTON-GIN 96
VII. FULTON AND THE STEAMBOAT 111
VIII. DAVY AND THE SAFETY-LAMP 126
IX. STEPHENSON AND THE LOCOMOTIVE 140
X. MORSE AND THE TELEGRAPH 168
XI. MCCORMICK AND THE REAPER 189
XII. HOWE AND THE SEWING-MACHINE 206
XIII. BELL AND THE TELEPHONE 215
XIV. EDISON AND THE ELECTRIC LIGHT 233
XV. MARCONI AND THE WIRELESS TELEGRAPH 261
XVI. THE WRIGHTS AND THE AIRSHIP 273
ILLUSTRATIONS
Gutenberg Takes the First Proof _Frontispiece_
Palissy the Potter After an Unsuccessful
Experiment _Facing page_ 46
Galileo's Telescope " " 58
Watt First Tests the Power of Steam " " 72
Sir Richard Arkwright " " 88
The Inventor of the Cotton Gin " " 104
_The Clermont_, the First Steam Packet " " 120
The Davy Safety Lamp " " 136
One of the First Locomotives " " 156
Morse and the First Telegraph " " 180
The Earliest Reaper " " 194
Elias Howe's Sewing-Machine " " 210
The First Telephone " " 222
Edison and the Early Phonograph " " 258
Wireless Station in New York City Showing
the Antenna " " 268
The Wright Brothers' Airship " " 281
I
GUTENBERG AND THE PRINTING PRESS
About 1400-1468
The free cities of mediaeval Germany were continually torn asunder by
petty civil wars. The nobles, who despised commerce, and the burghers,
who lived by it, were always fighting for the upper hand, and the
laboring people sided now with one party, and now with the other.
After each uprising the victors usually banished a great number of the
defeated faction from the city. So it happened that John Gutenberg, a
young man of good family, who had been born in Mainz about 1400, was
outlawed from his home, and went with his wife Anna to live in the
city of Strasburg, which was some sixty miles distant from Mainz. He
chose the trade of a lapidary, or polisher of precious stones, an art
which in that age was held in almost as high esteem as that of the
painter or sculptor. He had been well educated, and his skill in
cutting gems, as well as his general learning and his interest in all
manner of inventions, drew people of the highest standing to his
little workshop, which was the front room of his dwelling house.
One evening after supper, as Gutenberg and his wife were sitting in
the room behind the shop, he chanced to pick up a playing-card. He
studied it very carefully, as though it were new to him. Presently
his wife looked up from her sewing, and noticed how much absorbed he
was. "Prithee, John, what marvel dost thou find in that card?" said
she. "One would think it the face of a saint, so closely dost thou
regard it."
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Transciber's Note
Supercripts are denoted with a carat (^). Whole and fractional parts are
displayed as 2-1/2. Italic text is displayed as _Text_.
NEW THEORIES IN ASTRONOMY
BY
WILLIAM STIRLING
CIVIL ENGINEER
[Illustration]
London:
E. & F. N. SPON, LIMITED, 57 HAYMARKET
New York:
SPON & CHAMBERLAIN, 123 LIBERTY STREET
1906
TO THE READER.
Mr. William Stirling, Civil Engineer, who devoted the last years of his
life to writing this work, was born in Kilmarnock, Scotland, his father
being the Rev. Robert Stirling, D.D., of that city, and his brothers,
the late Mr. Patrick Stirling and Mr. James Stirling, the well known
engineers and designers of Locomotive Engines for the Great Northern
and South Eastern Railways respectively.
After completing his studies in Scotland he settled in South America,
and was engaged as manager and constructing engineer in important
railway enterprises on the west coast, besides other concerns both in
Peru and Chile; his last work being the designing and construction
of the railway from the port of Tocopilla on the Pacific Ocean to
the Nitrate Fields of Toco in the interior, the property of the
Anglo-Chilian and Nitrate Railway Company.
He died in Lima, Peru, on the 7th October, 1900, much esteemed and
respected, leaving the MS. of the present work behind him, which is now
published as a tribute to his memory, and wish to put before those who
are interested in the Science of Astronomy his theories to which he
devoted so much thought.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION. 1
CHAPTER I.
The bases of modern astronomy. Their late formation 18
Instruments and measures used by ancient astronomers 19
Weights and measures sought out by modern astronomers 20
Means employed to discover the density of the earth.
Measuring by means of plummets not sufficiently exact 20
Measurements with torsion and chemical balances more accurate 21
Sir George B. Airy's theory,
and experiments at the Harton colliery 22
Results of experiments not reliable.
Theory contrary to the Law of Attraction 23
Proof by arithmetical calculation of its error 24
Difficulties in comparing beats of pendulums at top
and bottom of a mine 26
The theory upheld by text-books without proper examination 27
Of a particle of matter within the shell of a hollow sphere.
Not exempt from the law of Attraction 28
A particle so situated confronted with the law of the
inverse square ofdistance from an attracting body.
Remarks thereon 29
It is not true that the attraction of a spherical shell
is "zero" for a particle of matter within it 31
CHAPTER II.
The moon cannot have even an imaginary rotation on its axis,
but is generally believed to have.
Quotations to prove this 33
Proofs that there can be no rotation. The most confused
assertion that there is rotation shown to be without
foundations 35
A gin horse does not rotate on its axis in its revolution 37
A gin horse, or a substitute, driven instead of being a driver 38
Results of the wooden horse being driven by the mill 38
The same results produced by the revolution of the moon.
Centrifugal force sufficient to drive air and water
away from our side of the moon 39
That force not sufficient to drive them away from
its other side 40
No one seems ever to have thought of centrifugal force in
connection with air and water on the moon 41
Near approach made by Hansen to this notion 41
Far-fetched reasons given for the non-appearance
of air and water 42
The moon must have both on the far-off hemisphere 44
Proofs of this deduced from its appearance at change 44
Where the evidences of this may be seen if looked for
at the right place. The centrifugal force shown to
be insufficient to drive off even air, and less water,
altogether from the moon 45
The moon must have rotated on its axis at one period
of its existence 47
The want of polar compression no proof to the contrary 48
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THE HISTORY OF FREEDOM AND OTHER ESSAYS
MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited
LONDON. BOMBAY. CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK. BOSTON. CHICAGO
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TORONTO
[Illustration: Acton]
THE
HISTORY OF FREEDOM
AND OTHER ESSAYS
BY
JOHN EMERICH EDWARD DALBERG-ACTON
FIRST BARON ACTON
D.C.L., L.L.D., ETC. ETC. REGIUS PROFESSOR OF MODERN HISTORY IN THE
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE
EDITED WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY JOHN NEVILLE FIGGIS, Litt.D.
SOMETIME LECTURER IN ST. CATHARINE'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE
AND
REGINALD VERE LAURENCE, M.A.
FELLOW AND LECTURER OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED
ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
1909
_First Edition 1907_
_Reprinted 1909_
PREFATORY NOTE
The Editors desire to thank the members of the Acton family for their
help and advice during the preparation of this volume and of the volume
of _Historical Essays and Studies_. They have had the advantage of
access to many of Acton's letters, especially those to Doellinger and
Lady Blennerhasset. They have thus been provided with valuable material
for the Introduction. At the same time they wish to take the entire
responsibility for the opinions expressed therein. They are again
indebted to Professor Henry Jackson for valuable suggestions.
This volume consists of articles reprinted from the following journals:
_The Quarterly Review_, _The English Historical Review_, _The Nineteenth
Century_, _The Rambler_, _The Home and Foreign Review_, _The North
British Review_, _The Bridgnorth Journal_. The Editors have to thank Mr.
John Murray, Messrs. Longmans, Kegan Paul, Williams and Norgate, and the
proprietors of _The Bridgnorth Journal_ for their kind permission to
republish these articles, and also the Delegacy of the Clarendon Press
for allowing the reprint of the Introduction to Mr. Burd's edition of
_Il Principe_. They desire to point out that in _Lord Acton and his
Circle_ the article on "The Protestant Theory of Persecution" is
attributed to Simpson: this is an error.
J.N.F.
R.V.L.
_August 24, 1907._
CONTENTS
PAGE
PORTRAIT OF LORD ACTON _Frontispiece_
CHRONICLE viii
INTRODUCTION ix
I. THE HISTORY OF FREEDOM IN ANTIQUITY 1
II. THE HISTORY OF FREEDOM IN CHRISTIANITY 30
III. SIR ERSKINE MAY'S DEMOCRACY IN EUROPE 61
IV. THE MASSACRE OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW 101
V. THE PROTESTANT THEORY OF PERSECUTION 150
VI. POLITICAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHURCH 188
VII. INTRODUCTION TO L.A. BURD'S EDITION OF
IL PRINCIPE BY MACHIAVELLI 212
VIII. MR. GOLDWIN SMITH'S IRISH HISTORY 232
IX. NATIONALITY 270
X. DOeLLINGER ON THE TEMPORAL POWER 301
XI. DOeLLINGER'S HISTORICAL WORK 375
XII. CARDINAL WISEMAN AND THE HOME AND
FOREIGN REVIEW 436
XIII. CONFLICTS WITH ROME 461
XIV. THE VATICAN COUNCIL 492
XV. A HISTORY OF THE INQUISITION OF THE MIDDLE
AGES. BY HENRY CHARLES LEA 551
XVI. THE AMERICAN COMMONWEALTH. BY JAMES
BRYCE 575
XVII. HISTORICAL PHILOSOPHY IN FRANCE AND FRENCH
BELGIUM AND SWITZERLAND. BY ROBERT FLINT 588
APPENDIX 597
INDEX 599
CHRONICLE
JOHN EMERICH EDWARD DALBERG-ACTON, born at Naples,
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* * * * *
[Illustration: _R. Pitcher Woodward at his journey's end._]
* * * * *
ON A DONKEY'S HURRICANE DECK
A Tempestuous Voyage of Four
Thousand and Ninety-Six Miles
Across the American Continent on
a Burro, in 340 Days and 2 Hours
STARTING WITHOUT A DOLLAR AND
EARNING MY WAY
BY
R. PITCHER WOODWARD
(PYTHAGORAS POD)
AUTHOR OF
"TRAINS THAT MET IN THE BLIZZARD"
Containing Thirty-nine Pictures from
Photographs Taken "en Voyage".
1902
I. H. BLANCHARD CO., PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1902,
BY
R. PITCHER WOODWARD
[Illustration]
* * * * *
CONTENTS.
PART I.
I. Madison Square to Yonkers 11
II. Donkey's many ailments 19
III. Polishing shoes at Vassar 27
IV. An even trade no robbery 35
V. The donkey on skates 42
VI. Mac held for ransom 51
VII. I mop the hotel floor 60
VIII. Footpads fire upon us 68
IX. In a haymow below zero 74
X. An asinine snowball 83
XI. One bore is enough 90
XII. At a country dance 98
XIII. A peculiar, cold day 105
XIV. I bargain for eggs 111
XV. Gypsy girl tells fortune 116
XVI. All the devils are here 123
XVII. Darkest hour before dawn 132
XVIII. Champagne avenue, Chicago 142
PART II.
BY PYE POD AND MAC A'RONY.
XIX. Donk causes a sensation 153
XX. A donkey for Alderman 158
XXI. A donkey without a father 169
XXII. Rat trap and donkey's tail 173
XXIII. Mac crosses the Mississippi 178
XXIV. Pod hires a valet 183
XXV. Done by a horsetrader 190
XXVI. Pod under arrest 197
XXVII. Adventure in a sleeping bag 208
XXVIII. Mayor rides Mac A'Rony 213
XXIX. Across the Missouri in wheelbarrow 219
XXX. Pod in insane asylum 224
XXXI. Narrow escape in quicksand 237
XXXII. At Buffalo Bill's ranch 243
XXXIII. Fourth of July in the desert 250
XXXIV. Bitten by a rattler 253
XXXV. Havoc in a cyclone 260
XXXVI. Two pretty dairy maids 265
XXXVII. Donks climb Pike's Peak 273
XXXVIII. Sights in <DW36> Creek 280
XXXIX. Baby girl named for Pod 287
XL. Treed by a silvertip bear 293
XLI. Nearly drowned in the Rockies 304
XLII. Donkey shoots the chutes 309
XLIII. Paint sign with donk's tail 319
XLIV. Swim two rivers in Utah 326
XLV. Initiated to Mormon faith 339
XLVI. Typewriting on a donkey 343
XLVII. Pod kissed by sweet sixteen 348
XLVIII. Last drop in the canteen 352
XLIX. How donkey pulls a tooth 364
L. Encounter with two desperadoes 369
LI. Donk, boy and dried apples 380
LII. Lost in Nevada desert 385
LIII. A frightful ghost dance 393
LIV. Across Sierras in deep snow 400
LV. All down a toboggan slide 409
LVI. 'Frisco at last | 83.797671 |
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[Illustration: "THERE IS SOMEBODY OR SOMETHING INSIDE THE BARRED ROOM!"
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The School by the Sea
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