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-          Inaugural Address of Franklin Delano Roosevelt
-                    Given in Washington, D.C.
-                          March 4th, 1933
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-President Hoover, Mr. Chief Justice, my friends:
-
-
-This is a day of national consecration, and I am certain that on this
-day my fellow Americans expect that on my induction into the Presidency
-I will address them with a candor and a decision which the present
-situation of our people impels. This is preeminently the time to speak
-the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from
-honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will
-endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of
-all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear
-is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which
-paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark
-hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and of vigor has
-met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which
-is essential to victory. And I am convinced that you will again give
-that support to leadership in these critical days.
-
-In such a spirit on my part and on yours we face our common
-difficulties. They concern, thank God, only material things. Values
-have shrunk to fantastic levels; taxes have risen; our ability to pay
-has fallen; government of all kinds is faced by serious curtailment of
-income; the means of exchange are frozen in the currents of trade; the
-withered leaves of industrial enterprise lie on every side; farmers
-find no markets for their produce; and the savings of many years in
-thousands of families are gone.
-
-More important, a host of unemployed citizens face the grim problem of
-existence, and an equally great number toil with little return. Only a
-foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.
-
-And yet our distress comes from no failure of substance. We are
-stricken by no plague of locusts. Compared with the perils which our
-forefathers conquered because they believed and were not afraid, we
-have still much to be thankful for. Nature still offers her bounty and
-human efforts have multiplied it. Plenty is at our doorstep, but a
-generous use of it languishes in the very sight of the supply.
-Primarily this is because the rulers of the exchange of mankind’s goods
-have failed, through their own stubbornness and their own incompetence,
-have admitted their failure and have abdicated. Practices of the
-unscrupulous money changers stand indicted in the court of public
-opinion, rejected by the hearts and minds of men.
-
-True they have tried, but their efforts have been cast in the pattern
-of an outworn tradition. Faced by failure of credit they have proposed
-only the lending of more money. Stripped of the lure of profit by which
-to induce our people to follow their false leadership, they have
-resorted to exhortations, pleading tearfully for restored confidence.
-They only know the rules of a generation of self-seekers. They have no
-vision, and when there is no vision the people perish.
-
-Yes, the money changers have fled from their high seats in the temple
-of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient
-truths. The measure of that restoration lies in the extent to which we
-apply social values more noble than mere monetary profit.
-
-Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy
-of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy, the moral
-stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of
-evanescent profits. These dark days, my friends, will be worth all they
-cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered
-unto but to minister to ourselves—to our fellow men.
-
-Recognition of that falsity of material wealth as the standard of
-success goes hand in hand with the abandonment of the false belief that
-public office and high political position are to be valued only by the
-standards of pride of place and personal profit; and there must be an
-end to a conduct in banking and in business which too often has given
-to a sacred trust the likeness of callous and selfish wrongdoing. Small
-wonder that confidence languishes, for it thrives only on honesty, on
-honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection, and on
-unselfish performance; without them it cannot live.
-
-Restoration calls, however, not for changes in ethics alone. This
-Nation is asking for action, and action now.
-
-Our greatest primary task is to put people to work. This is no
-unsolvable problem if we face it wisely and courageously. It can be
-accomplished in part by direct recruiting by the Government itself,
-treating the task as we would treat the emergency of a war, but at the
-same time, through this employment, accomplishing greatly needed
-projects to stimulate and reorganize the use of our great natural
-resources.
-
-Hand in hand with that we must frankly recognize the overbalance of
-population in our industrial centers and, by engaging on a national
-scale in a redistribution, endeavor to provide a better use of the land
-for those best fitted for the land. Yes, the task can be helped by
-definite efforts to raise the values of agricultural products and with
-this the power to purchase the output of our cities. It can be helped
-by preventing realistically the tragedy of the growing loss through
-foreclosure of our small homes and our farms. It can be helped by
-insistence that the Federal, the State, and the local governments act
-forthwith on the demand that their cost be drastically reduced. It can
-be helped by the unifying of relief activities which today are often
-scattered, uneconomical, unequal. It can be helped by national planning
-for and supervision of all forms of transportation and of
-communications and other utilities that have a definitely public
-character. There are many ways in which it can be helped, but it can
-never be helped by merely talking about it. We must act; we must act
-quickly.
-
-And finally, in our progress towards a resumption of work we require
-two safeguards against a return of the evils of the old order; there
-must be a strict supervision of all banking and credits and
-investments; there must be an end to speculation with other people’s
-money, and there must be provision for an adequate but sound currency.
-
-These, my friends, are the lines of attack. I shall presently urge
-upon a new Congress, in special session, detailed measures for their
-fulfillment, and I shall seek the immediate assistance of the
-forty-eight States.
-
-Through this program of action we address ourselves to putting our own
-national house in order and making income balance outgo. Our
-international trade relations, though vastly important, are in point of
-time and necessity secondary to the establishment of a sound national
-economy. I favor as a practical policy the putting of first things
-first. I shall spare no effort to restore world trade by international
-economic readjustment, but the emergency at home cannot wait on that
-accomplishment.
-
-The basic thought that guides these specific means of national
-recovery is not narrowly nationalistic. It is the insistence, as a
-first consideration, upon the interdependence of the various elements
-in and parts of the United States of America—a recognition of the old
-and permanently important manifestation of the American spirit of the
-pioneer. It is the way to recovery. It is the immediate way. It is the
-strongest assurance that recovery will endure.
-
-In the field of world policy I would dedicate this Nation to the
-policy of the good neighbor—the neighbor who resolutely respects
-himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others—the
-neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of his
-agreements in and with a world of neighbors.
-
-If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize as we
-have never realized before our interdependence on each other; that we
-cannot merely take but we must give as well; that if we are to go
-forward, we must move as a trained and loyal army willing to sacrifice
-for the good of a common discipline, because without such discipline no
-progress can be made, no leadership becomes effective. We are, I know,
-ready and willing to submit our lives and our property to such
-discipline, because it makes possible a leadership which aims at the
-larger good. This I propose to offer, pledging that the larger purposes
-will bind upon us—bind upon us all—as a sacred obligation with a
-unity of duty hitherto evoked only in times of armed strife.
-
-With this pledge taken, I assume unhesitatingly the leadership of this
-great army of our people dedicated to a disciplined attack upon our
-common problems.
-
-Action in this image—action to this end—is feasible under the form
-of government which we have inherited from our ancestors. Our
-Constitution is so simple, so practical that it is possible always to
-meet extraordinary needs by changes in emphasis and arrangement without
-loss of essential form. That is why our constitutional system has
-proved itself the most superbly enduring political mechanism the modern
-world has ever seen. It has met every stress of vast expansion of
-territory, of foreign wars, of bitter internal strife, of world
-relations.
-
-And it is to be hoped that the normal balance of executive and
-legislative authority may be wholly equal—wholly adequate—to meet the
-unprecedented task before us. But it may be that an unprecedented
-demand and need for undelayed action may call for temporary departure
-from that normal balance of public procedure.
-
-I am prepared under my constitutional duty to recommend the measures
-that a stricken nation in the midst of a stricken world may require.
-These measures, or such other measures as the Congress may build out of
-its experience and wisdom, I shall seek, within my constitutional
-authority, to bring to speedy adoption.
-
-But in the event that the Congress shall fail to take one of these two
-courses, in the event that the national emergency is still critical, I
-shall not evade the clear course of duty that will then confront me. I
-shall ask the Congress for the one remaining instrument to meet the
-crisis—broad Executive power to wage a war against the emergency, as
-great as the power that would be given to me if we were in fact invaded
-by a foreign foe.
-
-For the trust reposed in me I will return the courage and the devotion
-that befit the time. I can do no less.
-
-We face the arduous days that lie before us in the warm courage of
-national unity; with the clear consciousness of seeking old and
-precious moral values; with the clean satisfaction that comes from the
-stern performance of duty by old and young alike. We aim at the
-assurance of a rounded—a permanent—national life.
-
-We do not distrust the future of essential democracy. The people of
-the United States have not failed. In their need they have registered a
-mandate that they want direct, vigorous action. They have asked for
-discipline and direction under leadership. They have made me the
-present instrument of their wishes. In the spirit of the gift I take it.
-
-In this dedication of a Nation we humbly ask the blessing of God. May
-He protect each and every one of us. May He guide me in the days to
-come.
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-The following 1600 words comprise William Jefferson Clinton's
-Inaugural Presidential Address given from noon to 12:15 P.M.,
-January 20, 1993.
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-[Capitals represent emphasis, extra commas represent pauses,
-long pauses are represented by ellipses (. . .).]
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-Bill Clinton's Inaugural Address
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-My fellow citizens, today we celebrate the mystery of American renewal.
-This ceremony is held in the depth of winter, but by the words we speak
-and the faces we show the world, we force the spring.  A spring reborn in
-the world's oldest democracy, that brings forth the vision and courage
-to reinvent America.  When our founders boldly declared America's
-independence to the world, and our purposes to the Almighty, they knew
-that America, to endure, would have to change.  Not change for change
-sake, but change to preserve America's ideals:  life, liberty, the
-pursuit of happiness.
-
-Though we march to the music of our time, our mission is timeless.
-Each generation of American's must define what it means to be an American.
-On behalf of our nation, I salute my predecessor, President Bush, for his
-half-century of service to America . . . and I thank the millions of men
-and women whose steadfastness and sacrifice triumphed over depression,
-fascism and communism.
-
-Today, a generation raised in the shadows of the Cold War assumes new
-responsibilities in a world warmed by the sunshine of freedom, but
-threatened still by ancient hatreds and new plagues.  Raised in
-unrivalled prosperity, we inherit an economy that is still the world's
-strongest, but is weakened by business failures, stagnant wages,
-increasing inequality, and deep divisions among OUR OWN people.
-
-When George Washington first took the oath I have just sworn to uphold,
-news travelled slowly across the land by horseback, and across the ocean
-by boat.  Now the sights and sounds of this ceremony are broadcast
-instantaneously to billions around the world.  Communications and
-commerce are global.  Investment is mobile.  Technology is almost magical,
-and ambition for a better life is now universal.
-
-We earn our livelihood in America today in peaceful competition with
-people all across the Earth.  Profound and powerful forces are shaking
-and remaking our world, and the URGENT question of our time is whether
-we can make change our friend and not our enemy.  This new world has
-already enriched the lives of MILLIONS of Americans who are able to
-compete and win in it.  But when most people are working harder for less,
-when others cannot work at all, when the cost of health care devastates
-families and threatens to bankrupt our enterprises, great and small;
-when the fear of crime robs law abiding citizens of their freedom; and
-when millions of poor children cannot even imagine the lives we are
-calling them to lead, we have not made change our friend.
-
-We know we have to face hard truths and take strong steps,
-but we have not done so.  Instead we have drifted, and that
-drifting has eroded our resources, fractured our economy,
-and shaken our confidence.  Though our challenges are fearsome,
-so are our strengths.  Americans have ever been a restless, questing,
-hopeful people, and we must bring to our task today the vision
-and will of those who came before us.  From our Revolution to the
-Civil War, to the Great Depression, to the Civil Rights movement,
-our people have always mustered the determination to construct from
-these crises the pillars of our history.  Thomas Jefferson believed
-that to preserve the very foundations of our nation we would need
-dramatic change from time to time.  Well, my fellow Americans,
-this is OUR time.  Let us embrace it.
-
-Our democracy must be not only the envy of the world but the engine of
-our OWN renewal.  There is nothing WRONG with America that cannot be
-cured by what is RIGHT with America.
-
-And so today we pledge an end to the era of deadlock and drift, and a
-new season of American renewal has begun.
-
-To renew America we must be bold.  We must do what no generation has had
-to do before.  We must invest more in our own people, in their jobs, and
-in their future, and at the same time cut our massive debt. . .and we
-must do so in a world in which we must compete for every opportunity.
-It will not be easy.  It will require sacrifice, but it can be done, and
-done fairly.  Not choosing sacrifice for its own sake, but for OUR own
-sake.  We must provide for our nation the way a family provides for its
-children.  Our founders saw themselves in the light of posterity.  We
-can do no less.  Anyone who has ever watched a child's eyes wander into
-sleep knows what posterity is.  Posterity is the world to come, the world
-for whom we hold our ideals, from whom we have borrowed our planet, and
-to whom we bear sacred responsibilities.  We must do what America does
-best, offer more opportunity TO all and demand more responsibility FROM
-all.
-
-It is time to break the bad habit of expecting something for nothing:
-from our government, or from each other.  Let us all take more
-responsibility, not only for ourselves and our families, but for our
-communities and our country.  To renew America we must revitalize
-our democracy.  This beautiful capitol, like every capitol since
-the dawn of civilization, is often a place of intrigue and calculation.
-Powerful people maneuver for position and worry endlessly about who is
-IN and who is OUT, who is UP and who is DOWN, forgetting those people
-whose toil and sweat sends us here and paves our way.
-
-Americans deserve better, and in this city today there are people
-who want to do better, and so I say to all of you here, let us resolve
-to reform our politics, so that power and privilege no longer shout down
-the voice of the people.  Let us put aside personal advantage, so that we
-can feel the pain and see the promise of America.  Let us resolve to make
-our government a place for what Franklin Roosevelt called "bold,
-persistent experimentation, a government for our tomorrows, not our
-yesterdays."  Let us give this capitol back to the people to whom it
-belongs.
-
-To renew America we must meet challenges abroad, as well as at home.
-There is no longer a clear division between what is foreign and what is
-domestic.  The world economy, the world environment, the world AIDS
-crisis, the world arms race: they affect us all.  Today as an old order
-passes, the new world is more free, but less stable.  Communism's
-collapse has called forth old animosities, and new dangers.  Clearly,
-America must continue to lead the world we did so much to make.  While
-America rebuilds at home, we will not shrink from the challenges nor
-fail to seize the opportunities of this new world.  Together with our
-friends and allies, we will work together to shape change, lest it
-engulf us.  When our vital interests are challenged, or the will and
-conscience of the international community is defied, we will act; with
-peaceful diplomacy whenever possible, with force when necessary.  The
-brave Americans serving our nation today in the Persian Gulf, in Somalia,
-and wherever else they stand, are testament to our resolve, but our
-greatest strength is the power of our ideas, which are still new in many
-lands.  Across the world, we see them embraced and we rejoice.  Our hopes,
-our hearts, our hands, are with those on every continent, who are building
-democracy and freedom.  Their cause is America's cause.  The American
-people have summoned the change we celebrate today.  You have raised your
-voices in an unmistakable chorus, you have cast your votes in historic
-numbers, you have changed the face of congress, the presidency, and the
-political process itself.  Yes, YOU, my fellow Americans, have forced the
-spring.  Now WE must do the work the season demands.  To that work I now
-turn with ALL the authority of my office.  I ask the congress to join
-with me; but no president, no congress, no government can undertake THIS
-mission alone.
-
-My fellow Americans, you, too, must play your part in our renewal.
-I challenge a new generation of YOUNG Americans to a season of service,
-to act on your idealism, by helping troubled children, keeping company
-with those in need, reconnecting our torn communities.  There is so much
-to be done.  Enough, indeed, for millions of others who are still young
-in spirit, to give of themselves in service, too.  In serving we recognize
-a simple, but powerful, truth:  we need each other, and we must care for
-one another.  Today we do more than celebrate America, we rededicate
-ourselves to the very idea of America, an idea born in revolution,
-and renewed through two centuries of challenge, an idea tempered by
-the knowledge that but for fate, we, the fortunate and the unfortunate,
-might have been each other; an idea ennobled by the faith that our nation
-can summon from its myriad diversity, the deepest measure of unity;
-an idea infused with the conviction that America's journey long, heroic
-journey must go forever upward.
-
-And so, my fellow Americans, as we stand at the edge of the 21st Century,
-let us begin anew, with energy and hope, with faith and discipline, and
-let us work until our work is done.  The Scripture says: "And let us not
-be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."
-From this joyful mountaintop of celebration we hear a call to service in
-the valley.  We have heard the trumpets, we have changed the guard, and
-now each in our own way, and with God's help, we must answer the call.
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-Thank you, and God bless you all.
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-"JESUS SAYS SO."
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-BOSTON:
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-MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
-Depository, No. 13 Cornhill.
-
-1851.
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-"JESUS SAYS SO."
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-OR,
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-A MEMORIAL OF LITTLE
-SARAH G----
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-FROM THE LONDON EDITION.
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-_Approved by the Committee of Publication_.
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-BOSTON:
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-MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
-Depository, No. 13 Cornhill.
-1851.
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-"JESUS SAYS SO."
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-
-Sarah G---- was one of several children, living with their parents in a
-narrow lane in London. Early in the year 1847, Sarah's father had met
-with a serious accident, and was then in the hospital, where he remained
-for many weeks a severe sufferer. Sarah and her brothers, deprived of
-the usual means of support, and their mother being in constant
-attendance on her husband, were consequently often left in great
-necessity. More than once have these little ones been known to reach the
-hour of four or five in the afternoon, before taking any food; but
-amidst all their privations, no complaint was heard from the lips of
-Sarah. It was not known until after her death, how silently, yet how
-powerfully, the Spirit of God was, even at this time, working in her
-heart.
-
-There was nothing particularly attractive in her appearance; quiet and
-unobtrusive, she seemed to the outward observer like most other
-children; but "the Lord seeth not as man seeth." The Great Shepherd of
-the sheep had his eye on this little lamb of the fold, and marked her
-for his own. At home she was gentle and affectionate, obedient to her
-parents, and during their absence she watched kindly over her little
-brothers.
-
-Her poor family tasted largely of the cup of sorrow, but poverty and
-distress, instead of producing impatience and unkindness, seemed to bind
-each one more closely to the other. They experienced the truth of those
-words: "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
-hatred therewith," Prov. 15:17. "Better is a dry morsel, and quietness
-therewith, than a house full of sacrifices with strife," Prov. 17:1.
-
-The death of her youngest brother appeared to make a strong impression
-on Sarah's mind; she said she liked to think she had a brother in
-heaven. Soon after that event, she was admitted into a Sabbath school,
-and it was her delight in the week to prepare her lessons. "Sunday is
-such a happy day," she would say; and on that morning she would rise
-earlier than usual to get ready for school.
-
-A little circumstance, which occurred at this time, marked her
-tenderness of conscience. A new bonnet had been promised to her, but not
-arriving at the time she had hoped, her disappointment was so great that
-she shed many tears. This was mentioned to a friend, who talked to her
-about it. Sarah made no remark at the time, but afterwards she said to
-her mother, "I did not know before that it was wrong to cry when we were
-disappointed; I will try not to do so again:" and in the evening her
-father overheard her begging God to forgive her pride and fretting about
-the bonnet.
-
-Another feature in Sarah's character may be here noticed: this was her
-love of truth. "She has never deceived me," was her mother's frequent
-remark. "I cannot remember a single instance of untruth, _even in
-play_," and perhaps this truthfulness of spirit enabled her the more
-readily to trust the word of another. "She promised me," Sarah would
-say, and on the promise she would ever rest, in all the sweet dependence
-of a child. Surely this may speak a word to those professing to be the
-followers of Him who keepeth his promise for ever--the covenant-keeping
-God. How lightly are promises often made! how carelessly and
-thoughtlessly broken!
-
-Sarah was only permitted to attend the Sabbath school for a few weeks.
-Her health and strength failed, and soon she was confined to her room,
-then to her bed, which she scarcely left for several months. But now the
-work of God within her became more evident. It was a pleasant service to
-sit by the bed of this young disciple, and read and talk with her of a
-Saviour's love. She said but little, except in answer to questions, but
-her bright and happy countenance showed how welcome was the subject. Who
-that witnessed her simple, child-like faith, would not acknowledge the
-fruit of the Spirit's teaching? It was the more apparent, as she had but
-little help from man, and few outward advantages, not even being able to
-read; but she treasured up in her mind all she heard, and it was as food
-to her soul, the joy and rejoicing of her heart.
-
-At an early period of her illness, a violent attack of pain and
-palpitation of the heart made her think she was dying, and she told her
-mother so, adding, "But I am not afraid, I am so happy." "What makes you
-so happy?" was asked. "Because I am going to heaven, and when I pray to
-Jesus, my heart seems lifted up." "But, Sarah, do you think your sins
-forgiven?" "Yes, mother, I am sure so." "What makes you so sure?"
-"Because _Jesus says so_."
-
-"Jesus says,"--this was ever the ground of her confidence, and proved to
-all around her the Saviour's oft-repeated lesson,--"Whosoever shall not
-receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter
-therein."
-
-Sarah lingered many weeks after this. Her mind was full of peace; as she
-lay on her sick bed, no shade of fear passed over her, all was sunshine
-within. This one happy thought filled her mind,--"Jesus loves me, I am
-going to heaven."
-
-A friend wishing to find out on what her hopes of happiness rested, and
-if she had a real sense of sin, said to her, "You talk much of going to
-heaven, tell me, do you deserve to go there?" "Oh, no," was her reply,
-"I do not deserve it." "Why not?" In a solemn tone, she answered,
-"Because I have sinned." It was remarked, "How then can you go there?
-Heaven is such a holy place, no sin can enter there." With the brightest
-smile she quietly replied, "Ah! but Jesus says he will wash away all my
-sin, and make my soul quite white, and he will carry me there."
-
-Oh that all would learn of her thus to take Jesus at his word! What an
-enemy to peace is an unbelieving heart!
-
-None spoke ill of this little girl, even those who knew her least
-remarked, "she was a good pleasant child," but her grateful affection
-beamed strongly towards all who showed her any kindness, and one who
-watched her with interest throughout her illness, will not soon forget
-the earnest smile of welcome with which she was always greeted, when too
-ill to speak. Thus she told her thanks.
-
-Once, the 103d Psalm was read to her, with some remarks on David's
-causes of thankfulness. It was remarked, "You, too, Sarah, have many
-things to bless God for; for what do you thank him most?" She answered,
-"Oh, I thank him most for sending Jesus from heaven to save me."
-
-Many were the words of comfort she spoke to her poor sorrowing mother,
-whose heart at times seemed almost broken at the prospect of losing her.
-She said, "You will not cry, when I am in heaven, dear mother. I am only
-going a little while first, and you will soon follow;" and once, on an
-occasion of deep family distress, she pointed to the surest way for
-relief, saying, "Mother, why do you cry so? Does not the Bible say God
-cares for the sparrows, and are not you better than a sparrow? O mother,
-pray, do pray, and then you will be so happy."
-
-So calmly, so peacefully, did this young disciple enter the dark valley,
-that truly she might have said,
-
-  "There's nothing terrible in death
-   To those who go to heaven."
-
-Resting in her Saviour's love she feared no evil, his rod and his staff
-they comforted her; sin was her only dread. Her only fear was that of
-offending her heavenly Father, and on this point she often did express
-much anxiety, saying, "Do tell me if I have done wrong. I do not want to
-sin; I am so afraid of making God angry. Sometimes my sins look so
-black, and seem to come between me and God." Then, as if she still felt
-secure in the only hiding-place for sinners, she added, "But Jesus says
-he will take them all away, and wash me whiter than snow."
-
-She delighted much in some little books suited to her age and
-circumstances that were read to her; one entitled, "The Infant's
-Prayer," and another, "The White Robes," were her greatest favorites. In
-allusion to the last of these, she often prayed, "O Lord Jesus, hear a
-poor little girl, do give me that beautiful white dress, without one
-spot or one stain;" and once when her mother noticed a little hurt on
-her arm occasioned by her putting on a change of dress, she sweetly
-said, "Never mind that, dear mother; my next dress will not hurt me."
-
-It was very pleasant to see the affection manifested by her brothers
-towards their little sick sister, and she repaid their kindness by
-anxiously entreating them to care for their souls. To her father she
-said, "I want you to promise me one thing--to meet me in heaven. O
-father! do love Jesus. I love him, indeed I do; but I want you to love
-him too. There is only one Jesus, one Saviour; and, father, he is so
-holy." Then turning to her mother, who was standing by her bed, she
-added, "You do love Jesus, but, O mother, pray do love him more, and
-more, and more;" she spoke with such energy, as if to impress her
-parents with her own feeling, as almost startled them.
-
-In this state of mind Sarah drew near the end of her pilgrimage, and it
-was not until about three days before her death that even the shadow of
-a cloud seemed to darken her path. Then, for the first time, her mind
-was agitated with doubts as to her Saviour's love for her, and very
-distressing to those around her were her anxious cries for pardon.
-"Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake," was her constant
-petition. She was visited by a minister and by several Christian
-friends, who used every effort to give her relief, but for some time all
-in vain; she seemed unable to lay hold on any promise for her comfort.
-One of these friends especially felt a deep interest in the dear child,
-though she had not known her until now. Of her little Sarah asked most
-earnestly, "Do you think that Jesus loves me?" She was assured that he
-did. "Do you know he loves me?" she asked; and then followed the solemn
-inquiry, "How do you know it?" After reading and talking with her for
-some time, she begged her friend would "pray with her to make her a
-little happy?" and afterwards in her own words, she would again plead
-with God, "Father, forgive me, for Jesus Christ's sake, and wash me in
-his blood, and make me a good girl, and take me to heaven." On one
-occasion she said, "I wish I could be a little happy,--I want something,
-I do not know what I want." She was answered, "I think I can tell you
-what you want, it is peace, it is to feel that God has pardoned all your
-sins." "Yes," she replied, "I think that is it."
-
-At another time, when talking of the joys of heaven, "Yes," she said,
-"they are singing, Glory, glory, glory," referring to her favorite hymn,
-beginning,
-
-  "Around the throne of God in heaven,
-   Thousands of children stand."
-
-
-But, as her friend says, it is not possible to convey her manner, her
-sweet tone and look. She said, "I wish I could go to heaven now, up
-through this ceiling, now while I feel a little happy." "But, my dear
-child, you cannot go to heaven in this way. You must die first; Jesus
-died; we must all die; it is God's appointed way for us to get to
-heaven." "Oh! I do not mind my sufferings, but I wish I was there now."
-
-Once she spoke rather impatiently, "I wish I could die, I wish I could
-die." She was reminded, "Jesus says, 'If you love me, keep my
-commandments;' and though you cannot obey God's will now in the same way
-as if in health, you can still suffer all he appoints." She quickly
-asked, "Will Jesus be angry if I am not patient? I will try, then, and
-pray to him to make me patient."
-
-Satan for a short season seemed permitted to make trial of her faith and
-love, and she struggled hard against his attacks. But the dear little
-one was safe in the arms of her Good Shepherd, and none could pluck her
-out of his hand. Her anxious prayers were heard and answered, and peace
-was restored to her soul. Her brightened countenance required not the
-addition of words to assure her friends of this, and yet they rejoiced
-to hear her say, "I am quite happy; I know Jesus loves me, and I shall
-soon see him."
-
-On the Sabbath, her last day on earth, she was very feeble, only able to
-utter a single word at a time, but her heart was full of thankfulness
-towards all who had cared for her, and especially to those who had
-sought to comfort her in her last distress, begging her mother would
-"always love them."
-
-At night, as her parents were watching beside her, she suddenly raised
-herself, and, throwing her arms alternately round the neck of each,
-seemed to take a last farewell. She was unable to speak, but to her
-mother's inquiry, "Tell me once again, my child, are you quite happy?"
-she replied by lifting up her hand, and pointing to heaven, while the
-brightest smile lighted up her countenance. This was her last act of
-consciousness. She lingered a few hours without any apparent suffering,
-and then her happy spirit took its flight, and joined the blissful
-company, that, having washed their robes and made them white in the
-blood of the Lamb, are ever before the throne of God, rejoicing in their
-Saviour's love.
-
-Sarah died at the age of eleven years, in August, 1848.
-
-Dear reader, before you close this book, ask, "Am I like Sarah G----?
-Have I ever prayed to Jesus to wash away all my sins, and make my soul
-quite white in his precious blood?" And then have you begged him to take
-you to heaven when you die, that you may be happy with him for ever? If
-not, do not wait another day, but entreat him now to give you his Holy
-Spirit to teach you to love him. Remember, it is this kind Saviour who
-calls you, who says, "Suffer the little children to come to me, and
-forbid them not;" and who promises to gather the lambs with his arm, and
-to carry them in his bosom.
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-The Cask of Amontillado
-
-
-by
-
-Edgar Allan Poe
-
-
-
-The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but
-when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.  You, who so well know
-the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance
-to a threat.  _At length_ I would be avenged; this was a point definitely
-settled--but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved,
-precluded the idea of risk.  I must not only punish, but punish with
-impunity.  A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its
-redresser.  It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make
-himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
-
-It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given
-Fortunato cause to doubt my good will.  I continued, as was my wont, to
-smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile _now_ was at
-the thought of his immolation.
-
-He had a weak point--this Fortunato--although in other regards he was a
-man to be respected and even feared.  He prided himself on his
-connoisseurship in wine.  Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit.
-For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and
-opportunity--to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian
-_millionaires_.  In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen,
-was a quack--but in the matter of old wines he was sincere.  In this
-respect I did not differ from him materially: I was skillful in the
-Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
-
-It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the
-carnival season, that I encountered my friend.  He accosted me with
-excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much.  The man wore motley.
-He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was
-surmounted by the conical cap and bells.  I was so pleased to see him,
-that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
-
-I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met.  How remarkably
-well you are looking to-day!  But I have received a pipe of what passes
-for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
-
-"How?" said he.  "Amontillado?  A pipe?  Impossible!  And in the middle
-of the carnival!"
-
-"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full
-Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to
-be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
-
-"Amontillado!"
-
-"I have my doubts."
-
-"Amontillado!"
-
-"And I must satisfy them."
-
-"Amontillado!"
-
-"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi.  If any one has a
-critical turn, it is he.  He will tell me--"
-
-"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."
-
-"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your
-own."
-
-"Come, let us go."
-
-"Whither?"
-
-"To your vaults."
-
-"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature.  I perceive
-you have an engagement.  Luchesi--"
-
-"I have no engagement;--come."
-
-"My friend, no.  It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with
-which I perceive you are afflicted.  The vaults are insufferably damp.
-They are encrusted with nitre."
-
-"Let us go, nevertheless.  The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado!
-You have been imposed upon.  And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish
-Sherry from Amontillado."
-
-Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask
-of black silk, and drawing a _roquelaire_ closely about my person, I
-suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
-
-There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in
-honour of the time.  I had told them that I should not return until the
-morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house.
-These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate
-disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
-
-I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato,
-bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into
-the vaults.  I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him
-to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the
-descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the
-Montresors.
-
-The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled
-as he strode.
-
-"The pipe," said he.
-
-"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which
-gleams from these cavern walls."
-
-He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that
-distilled the rheum of intoxication.
-
-"Nitre?" he asked, at length.
-
-"Nitre," I replied.  "How long have you had that cough?"
-
-"Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh!
-ugh! ugh!"
-
-My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
-
-"It is nothing," he said, at last.
-
-"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is
-precious.  You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as
-once I was.  You are a man to be missed.  For me it is no matter.  We
-will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible.  Besides,
-there is Luchesi--"
-
-"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me.
-I shall not die of a cough."
-
-"True--true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming
-you unnecessarily--but you should use all proper caution. A draught of
-this Medoc will defend us from the damps."
-
-Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of
-its fellows that lay upon the mould.
-
-"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine.
-
-He raised it to his lips with a leer.  He paused and nodded to me
-familiarly, while his bells jingled.
-
-"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."
-
-"And I to your long life."
-
-He again took my arm, and we proceeded.
-
-"These vaults," he said, "are extensive."
-
-"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family."
-
-"I forget your arms."
-
-"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent
-rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."
-
-"And the motto?"
-
-"_Nemo me impune lacessit_."
-
-"Good!" he said.
-
-The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled.  My own fancy grew
-warm with the Medoc.  We had passed through walls of piled bones, with
-casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of
-catacombs.  I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize
-Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
-
-"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases.  It hangs like moss upon the
-vaults.  We are below the river's bed.  The drops of moisture trickle
-among the bones.  Come, we will go back ere it is too late.  Your
-cough--"
-
-"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on.  But first, another draught of
-the Medoc."
-
-I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave.  He emptied it at a
-breath.  His eyes flashed with a fierce light.  He laughed and threw
-the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
-
-I looked at him in surprise.  He repeated the movement--a grotesque one.
-
-"You do not comprehend?" he said.
-
-"Not I," I replied.
-
-"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
-
-"How?"
-
-"You are not of the masons."
-
-"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."
-
-"You?  Impossible!  A mason?"
-
-"A mason," I replied.
-
-"A sign," he said, "a sign."
-
-"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of
-my _roquelaire_.
-
-"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces.  "But let us proceed
-to the Amontillado."
-
-"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again
-offering him my arm.  He leaned upon it heavily.  We continued our
-route in search of the Amontillado.  We passed through a range of low
-arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep
-crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to
-glow than flame.
-
-At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less
-spacious.  Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the
-vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris.  Three
-sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner.
-From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay
-promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some
-size.  Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we
-perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width
-three, in height six or seven.  It seemed to have been constructed for
-no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between
-two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was
-backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
-
-It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to
-pry into the depth of the recess.  Its termination the feeble light did
-not enable us to see.
-
-"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado.  As for Luchesi--"
-
-"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily
-forward, while I followed immediately at his heels.  In an instant he
-had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress
-arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered.  A moment more and I
-had fettered him to the granite.  In its surface were two iron staples,
-distant from each other about two feet, horizontally.  From one of
-these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock.  Throwing the
-links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure
-it.  He was too much astounded to resist.  Withdrawing the key I
-stepped back from the recess.
-
-"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the
-nitre.  Indeed, it is _very_ damp.  Once more let me _implore_ you to
-return.  No?  Then I must positively leave you.  But I must first
-render you all the little attentions in my power."
-
-"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his
-astonishment.
-
-"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."
-
-As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which
-I have before spoken.  Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity
-of building stone and mortar.  With these materials and with the aid of
-my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
-
-I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered
-that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The
-earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth
-of the recess.  It was _not_ the cry of a drunken man. There was then a
-long and obstinate silence.  I laid the second tier, and the third, and
-the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain.  The
-noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to
-it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon
-the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel,
-and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh
-tier.  The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast.  I again
-paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few
-feeble rays upon the figure within.
-
-A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the
-throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back.  For a
-brief moment I hesitated--I trembled.  Unsheathing my rapier, I began
-to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant
-reassured me.  I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs,
-and felt satisfied.  I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of
-him who clamoured.  I re-echoed--I aided--I surpassed them in volume
-and in strength.  I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
-
-It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close.  I had
-completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier.  I had finished a
-portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone
-to be fitted and plastered in.  I struggled with its weight; I placed
-it partially in its destined position.  But now there came from out the
-niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head.  It was
-succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that
-of the noble Fortunato.  The voice said--
-
-"Ha! ha! ha!--he! he! he!--a very good joke indeed--an excellent jest.
-We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo--he! he!
-he!--over our wine--he! he! he!"
-
-"The Amontillado!" I said.
-
-"He! he! he!--he! he! he!--yes, the Amontillado.  But is it not getting
-late?  Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato
-and the rest?  Let us be gone."
-
-"Yes," I said, "let us be gone."
-
-"_For the love of God, Montresor!_"
-
-"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
-
-But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply.  I grew impatient.
-I called aloud--
-
-"Fortunato!"
-
-No answer.  I called again--
-
-"Fortunato--"
-
-No answer still.  I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and
-let it fall within.  There came forth in reply only a jingling of the
-bells.  My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs.
-I hastened to make an end of my labour.  I forced the last stone into
-its position; I plastered it up.  Against the new masonry I re-erected
-the old rampart of bones.  For the half of a century no mortal has
-disturbed them.  _In pace requiescat!_
-
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-Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually
-before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom
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-1 Kings X 8
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-Coming to the King
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-By
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-Frances Ridley Havergal
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-Coming to the King.
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-I came from very far to see
-    The King of Salem, for I had been told
-Of glory and of wisdom manyfold,
-  And condescension infinite and free.
-Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame,
-  In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came?
-
-I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!
-      No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;
-No friend at court, save One the King!
-    I had requests to spread before His throne,
-And I had questions none could solve for me,
-      Of import deep, and full of mystery.
-
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-I came and communed with that mighty King
-      And told Him all my heart, I cannot say
-In mortal ear what communings were they
-  But wouldst thou know,
-    So too, and meekly bring
-All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear
-  His voice of love and power
-          His answers sweet and clear
-
-O happy end of every weary guest!
-    He told me all I needed graciously:--
-  Enough for guidance, and for victory
-      O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,
-    And when some veiled response
-       I could not read
-          It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed
-
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-His wisdom and His glories passed before
-  My wondering eyes in gradual revelation
-The house that He had built its strong foundation
-  Its living stones and, brightening more and more
-For glimpses of that palace far away,
-    Where all his loyal ones
-        Shall dwell with Him for aye.
-
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-True the report that reached my far-off land
-     Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,
-  Yet I believed not until I came
-Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand
-    The half was never told by mortal word,
-  My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard
-
-    Oh happy are His servants! happy they
-Who stand continually before His face,
-      Ready to do His will of wisest grace!
-  My King! is mine such blessedness to-day?
-      For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,
-  Thy ever brightening words in holy radiance shine
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-          Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat
-    Our King upon His throne
-        Divine delight
-  In the Beloved crowning Thee with might
-    Honour and majesty supreme and yet
-  The strange and Godlike secret opening thus--
-The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us!
-
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-  What shall I render to my glorious King?
-I have but that which I receive from Thee
-And what I give, Thou givest back to me,
-    Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing
-  Changed to the preciousness of gem or gold,
-      And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold
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-  All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!
-     Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality,
-  This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free?
-Yet more than I have thought or asked of Thee
-    Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me.
-
-Now--I will turn to my own land and tell,
-  What I myself have seen and heard of Thee,
-And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and see"
-  And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell
-With Thee, my King of Peace, in loyal rest,
-  Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest.
-
-
-J R HAVERGAL
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-
-
-
-Our King
-
-
-
-O Saviour, precious Saviour,
-    Whom yet unseen we love,
-O Name of might and favour,
-      All other names above!
-We worship Thee, we bless Thee
-    To Thee alone we sing
-We praise Thee, and confess Thee
-      Our holy Lord and King
-
-In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
-      All grace and power divine,
-  The glory that excelleth,
-        O Son of God, is Thine!
-We worship Thee, we bless Thee
-     To Thee alone we sing,
-We praise Thee and confess Thee,
-      Our glorious Lord and King
-
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-
-Led in Peace.
-
-
-
-"_Ye shall go out with joy and
-    be led forth with peace._"
-                         Is. IV. 12.
-
-
-With joy thou shalt be girded,
-      With peace thou shalt be led;
-And everlasting glory shall rest upon thy head;
-    The hills break forth in singing;
-          the shadows flee away:
-  This is thy King and Saviour--
-        He will not say thee "Nay!"
-
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-His Presence
-
-
-
-        Oh Saviour if Thy presence here
-      Can such bright joy impart
-        What must it be in that sweet home
-    Where Thou its glory art
-  Here through faith's vision small and fine
-One glimpse of Thy dear face
-    Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,
-  No cloud can e'er efface.
-
-Cecilia Havergal
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-Springs of Peace
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-
-
-Springs of peace, when conflict heightens
-  Thine uplifted eye shall see,
-
-  Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,
-Peace itself a victory.
-
-Springs of comfort strangely springing
-      Through the bitter wells of woe,
-  Founts of hidden gladness, bringing
-    Joy that earth can ne'er bestow
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-
-
-The Welcome to the King
-
-
-
-          Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow
-    One bright gleam I see,
-Well I know the blessed morrow
-      Christ will come for me
-
-Midst the light and peace and glory
-      Of the Fathers home,
-  Christ for me is watching, waiting--
-      Waiting till I come
-
-Long the blessed Guide has led me
-      By the desert road;
-  Now I see the golden towers--
-    City of my God.
-
-    There amidst the love and glory,
-He is waiting yet;
-      On His hands a name is graven,
-  He can ne'er forget.
-
-There amidst the songs of heaven--
-    Sweeter to His ear
-  Is the footfall through the desert,
-      Ever drawing near.
-
-    There, made ready are the mansions,
-Glorious, bright and fair;
-      But the Bride the Father gave Him
-  Still is wanting there.
-
-Who is this who comes to meet me
-    On the desert way,
-  As the Morning Star foretelling
-      God's unclouded day?
-
-He it is who came to win me,
-      On the cross of shame
-  In His glory well I know Him,
-    Evermore the same
-
-    Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
-All the desert past!
-      Oh! the wondrous words of greeting
-  He shall speak at last!
-
-He and I together entering
-      Those bright courts above,
-  He and I together sharing
-    All the Fathers love.
-
-    Where no shade nor stain can enter
-Nor the gold be dim,
-      In that holiness unsullied
-  I shall walk with Him
-
-Meet companion then for Jesus,
-      From Him, for Him made,
-  Glory of Gods grace for ever
-    There in me displayed
-
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-
-    He who in His hour of sorrow
-Bore the curse alone,
-      I who through the lonely desert
-  Trod where He had gone
-
-He and I in that bright glory
-      One deep joy shall share
-  Mine to be for ever with Him
-    His that I am there
-
-
-
-
-The King of Love.
-
-
-
-The King of Love my Shepherd is
-          Whose goodness faileth never,
-    I nothing lack if I am His
-       And He is mine for ever.
-
-Where streams of living waters flow,
-          My ransomed soul He leadeth,
-    And where the verdant pastures grow
-       With food celestial feedeth
-
-
-
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-
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-
-
-
-God is Love and God is Light
-
-
-  God is Love, His mercy brightens
-    All the path in which we rove,
-Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens,
-      God is Light and God is Love
-
-  Chance and change are busy ever,
-      Worlds decay and ages move,
-But His mercy waneth never
-    God is Light and God is Love.
-
-
-
-
-Thine eyes shall see the King
-
-
-
-Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,
-    Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee,
-Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile.
-        Thine eyes shall see!
-
-Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same
-    Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree,
-Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name
-          Thine eyes shall see!
-
-Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,
-    The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He
-Shall bid thee share the kingdom He hath won
-        Thine eyes shall see!
-
-
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-
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-
-
-
-I am Thine.
-
-
-
-    Jesus Master!
-I am Thine,
-    Keep me faithful keep me near,
-Let Thy presence in me shine
-    All my homeward way to cheer,
-Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
-    Oh, be Thou my all in all
-
-
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-
-
-
-Is it for Me?
-
-
-
-        Is it for me, dear
-    Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest?
-For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall
-    I thus be blessed?
-Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace
-    And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?
-
-  Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face,
-      Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace
-    And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more!
-Dear Saviour I must praise Thee and lovingly adore.
-
-
-
-
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-
-
-Going to Christ
-
-
-
-  I go to Christ my Saviour
-With every little need
-The help He always gives me
-  Is wonderful indeed
-
-  I go when I am mourning
-The loss of loved ones near
-    He speaketh words of comfort sweet,
-  He doth my spirit cheer
-
-I go when I am fearing
-  The cruse of oil will fail
-He sendeth me the needful means
-  And thus doth prayer prevent
-
-
-Cecilia Havergal
-
-
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-
-
-
-
-My King and Master.
-
-
-
-      Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be,
-Spent in blessed service only until Thee
-    Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know
-  'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below.
-
-Let me serve Thee humbly,
-        Thine be all the praise,
-  'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays;
-Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er
-  I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.
-
-Let me serve Thee ever,  from morning until eve,
-  My earliest and my latest breath, my King, Thou shall receive.
-And oh when service here is spent, and Heaven is won
-    Grant that I too, dear Master, may hear Thy sweet "Well done!"
-
-Cevilia Havergal
-
-
-
-
-Under His Shadow
-
-
-
-"Under His shadow," with Christ alone
-    Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone,
-  Treasures unfolding, riches of grace
-      Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace.
-
-"Under His shadow," a near page of life.
-    Opens before me, apart from the strife
-Oh! will Thou show me Master and King
-    How I may glory unto Thee bring!
-
-"Under His shadow" may life be passed
-    Daily and hourly on till the last,
-  Then no more shadows, all shall have fled
-When we awake like Jesus our Head.
-
-M A Spiller
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-I sat down under His shadow with great delight.
-
-Cant. II G
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-End of Project Gutenberg's Coming to the King, by Frances Ridley Havergal
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-The Masque of the Red Death
-
-by Edgar Allan Poe
-
-
-The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had
-ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the
-redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness,
-and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains
-upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban
-which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And
-the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents
-of half an hour.
-
-But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his
-dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale
-and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and
-with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This
-was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s
-own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This
-wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and
-massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of
-ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within.
-The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid
-defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the
-meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the
-appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there
-were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine.
-All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death”.
-
-It was towards the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and
-while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero
-entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual
-magnificence.
-
-It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms
-in which it was held. These were seven—an imperial suite. In many
-palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding
-doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the
-whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different, as might
-have been expected from the duke’s love of the _bizarre_. The
-apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little
-more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty
-yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of
-each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor
-which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass
-whose colour varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of
-the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for
-example in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was
-purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The
-third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished
-and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet.
-The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung
-all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet
-of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the colour of the
-windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were
-scarlet—a deep blood colour. Now in no one of the seven apartments was
-there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay
-scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind
-emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the
-corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a
-heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the
-tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a
-multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black
-chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings
-through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so
-wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of
-the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.
-
-It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a
-gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy,
-monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and
-the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a
-sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so
-peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of
-the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to
-harken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions;
-and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the
-chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and
-the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused
-reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter
-at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as
-if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the
-other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar
-emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three
-thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet
-another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and
-tremulousness and meditation as before.
-
-But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes
-of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colours and effects. He
-disregarded the _decora_ of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery,
-and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have
-thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear
-and see and touch him to be _sure_ that he was not.
-
-He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven
-chambers, upon occasion of this great _fête_; and it was his own guiding
-taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were
-grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and
-phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani”. There
-were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were
-delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the
-beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the _bizarre_, something of the
-terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro
-in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And
-these—the dreams—writhed in and about taking hue from the rooms,
-and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.
-And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the
-velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice
-of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the
-chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light,
-half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music
-swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever,
-taking hue from the many tinted windows through which stream the rays from the
-tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are
-now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there
-flows a ruddier light through the blood-coloured panes; and the blackness of
-the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet,
-there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic
-than any which reaches _their_ ears who indulged in the more remote
-gaieties of the other apartments.
-
-But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly
-the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there
-commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased,
-as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was
-an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes
-to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that
-more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the
-thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, perhaps, that
-before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there
-were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the
-presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single
-individual before. And the rumour of this new presence having spread itself
-whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or
-murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of
-terror, of horror, and of disgust.
-
-In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed
-that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the
-masquerade licence of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in
-question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the
-prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most
-reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost,
-to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest
-can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the
-costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The
-figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of
-the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble
-the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had
-difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if
-not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to
-assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in
-_blood_—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was
-besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
-
-When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with
-a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to
-and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment
-with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow
-reddened with rage.
-
-“Who dares,”—he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood
-near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize
-him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise,
-from the battlements!”
-
-It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he
-uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly,
-for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at
-the waving of his hand.
-
-It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers
-by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this
-group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at
-hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the
-speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the
-mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand
-to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s
-person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the
-centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with
-the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first,
-through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the
-green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the
-white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made
-to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with
-rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the
-six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had
-seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid
-impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the
-latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly
-and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped
-gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell
-prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of
-despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black
-apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and
-motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror
-at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask, which they handled with so
-violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.
-
-And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a
-thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed
-halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And
-the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the
-flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held
-illimitable dominion over all.
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-The Raven
-
-
-by
-
-Edgar Allan Poe
-
-
-  Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
-  Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
-  While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
-  As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
-  “’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
-                                     Only this and nothing more.”
-
-  Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
-  And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
-  Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
-  From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
-  For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
-                                     Nameless here for evermore.
-
-  And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
-  Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
-  So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
-  “’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—
-  Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
-                                     This it is and nothing more.”
-
-  Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
-  “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
-  But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
-  And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
-  That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door—
-                                     Darkness there and nothing more.
-
-  Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
-  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
-  But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
-  And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
-  This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
-                                     Merely this and nothing more.
-
-  Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
-  Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
-  “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
-  Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore—
-  Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
-                                     ’Tis the wind and nothing more.”
-
-  Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
-  In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
-  Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
-  But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
-  Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
-                                     Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
-
-  Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
-  By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
-  “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
-  Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
-  Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
-                                     Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
-
-  Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
-  Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
-  For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
-  Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
-  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
-                                     With such name as “Nevermore.”
-
-  But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
-  That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
-  Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered—
-  Till I scarcely more than muttered: “Other friends have flown before—
-  On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
-                                     Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
-
-  Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
-  “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
-  Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
-  Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
-  Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
-                                     Of ‘Never—nevermore.’”
-
-  But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
-  Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
-  Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
-  Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
-  What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
-                                     Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
-
-  This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
-  To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
-  This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
-  On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
-  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er
-                                     _She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!
-
-  Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
-  Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
-  “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
-  Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
-  Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
-                                     Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
-
-  “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
-  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
-  Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
-  On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
-  Is there—_is_ there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
-                                     Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
-
-  “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
-  By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
-  Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
-  It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
-  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
-                                     Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
-
-  “Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
-  “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
-  Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
-  Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
-  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
-                                     Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
-
-  And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
-  On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
-  And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming
-  And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
-  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
-                                     Shall be lifted—nevermore!
-
-
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-[Illustration: Front Cover]
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-HAPPY LITTLE EDWARD,
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-AND HIS PLEASANT
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-RIDE AND RAMBLES
-
-IN THE COUNTRY.
-
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-1850.
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-HAPPY
-
-LITTLE EDWARD,
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-AND HIS PLEASANT,
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-RIDE AND RAMBLES
-
-IN THE COUNTRY.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Come, little children, wake from sleep,
-  And into the country take a peep;
-  Happy Edward leads the way,
-  So haste to the country, haste away!
-
-
-
-
-1850.
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: Edward and Aunt Mary.]
-
-
-
-
-HAPPY LITTLE EDWARD.
-
-
-Edward Jones was about four years old. He was a good, and of course a
-happy little boy, and he lived in a beautiful city in Connecticut, with
-his kind parents, and his brothers and sisters, and a dear good aunt,
-who took care of him.
-
-Edward's mother had a sister living in Massachusetts, who was the wife
-of a farmer, and one beautiful Spring morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jones
-determined to pay her a visit, and to take Edward with them.
-
-The little fellow was much pleased to hear this, you may be sure; and
-when the carriage drove up to the door, he could hardly wait for aunt
-Mary to dress him, comb his hair, and get him ready for the journey.
-
-At first Edward's attention was taken up with the motion of the
-carriage, and the sight of the horses, as they rode swiftly on their
-journey; but after a while he began to notice the different objects
-which presented themselves, as the road led through the green woods, and
-on the banks of the broad river, or swept by the pretty villages which
-lay in their route.
-
-About noon they stopped at a retired and shady spot on the banks of the
-river, to give the horses time to get a little rest and refreshment.
-
-So Edward and his mother seated themselves on the green bank; and she
-let him take off his cap and dip his fingers in the clear bright stream,
-which she told him was running to swell the waters of the great ocean.
-It was a lovely day; the air was full of the sweet scent of the early
-flowers, and the grass was green and bright with the freshness of
-Spring.
-
-"What is that running up the tree, mother?" asked Edward; "see what
-bright _quick_ eyes it has, and a bushy tail;--there he goes,
-mother!"
-
-[Illustration: The Squirrel.]
-
-"That is a squirrel, my dear; a _brown_ squirrel. They are not all
-like this one. There are _black_ and _gray_ squirrels; and in
-some very cold countries, _white_ ones. But hark! my son; what
-sound is that?"
-
-Edward listened, and heard something like the sound of a little hammer
-against a tree. He ran into the wood, and there he saw a little bird
-knocking with its bill against the trunk of a tree, just as if it wanted
-some one to _open the door!_ Soon he saw it draw out of the bark of
-the tree, a little worm, which hung upon the end of its tongue as if it
-had been a hook! His mother told him this little bird, was called a
-woodpecker, and this was the way it took its food.
-
-Edward's father now put him in the carriage, and they proceeded on their
-journey. For the first few miles Edward could think of nothing but the
-squirrel, the bird, and the pleasant spot where he had been looking at
-them. Then he began to think of the friends he was going to see, and
-wondered what his cousins would say, and how they would look when they
-saw him.
-
-A short time before sunset, they stopped before a neat and pretty
-cottage, with a large yard before it; in which two rosy boys and a sweet
-little girl were playing together.
-
-"There, Edward," said his mother, "are your cousins, William, George,
-and Ann, all clapping their hands with joy at seeing us; and there is
-aunt Harriet just coming to the door with her baby in her arms."
-
-Oh, what a joyful time these little cousins had. Edward told all the
-wonders he had seen, and William and George told of many more that they
-would show him. George said he should ride on his little pony, and
-William promised to show him all his pet rabbits, while Ann insisted
-that he would be delighted to see her pretty chickens, and to go to her
-play-room, and see her dolls.
-
-Before dark, Edward's aunt called the children to supper, and they all
-sat down to the table, where Mrs. Wilson gave them some nice new bread,
-and fresh butter, with some beautiful honey in the honey-comb, such as
-Edward had never seen before. He was quite hungry, as well as much
-fatigued with his day's ride, and as soon as he had finished his supper,
-he went into the parlor, and kissing his parents, he bade them and all
-his friends _good night_, and retired to rest. But before he got
-into bed, he knelt down and thanked GOD for taking care of him through
-the day, and prayed that He would protect and care for him through the
-night.
-
-The next morning the children were all up early, and Edward went out
-with his cousins to see William's rabbits. He was delighted with the
-beautiful little animals, and asked a great many questions about them,
-which William kindly answered. He admired them so much that he could
-hardly be persuaded to leave them, till Ann told him he would not be
-as obedient as the young rabbits were, if he did not go in at once,
-for her mother had twice called them to go in and get their breakfasts.
-
-Just as Edward had finished his breakfast, he looked out and saw a
-beautiful bird sitting on the branch of a young apple-tree, eating the
-tender buds, and singing most sweetly.
-
-[Illustration: The Bullfinch.]
-
-"There is that mischievous _bullfinch_ again," said Mr. Wilson; "if
-I do not drive him away, I shall never have an apple on that favorite
-young tree of mine." Then he took down his gun and went into the garden,
-followed by the children. But Mr. Wilson was a kind man and would not
-harm a living thing. So he pointed the gun away from the bird and fired.
-The loud report not only frightened the bird, but startled little Edward
-also, which made his cousins laugh heartily. The children all thought
-they had rather lose the apples than such a pretty bird, and were not
-quite satisfied with Mr. Wilson for sending him away. To divert their
-minds, he told them to put on their hats, and take a ramble in the
-fields with him, and perhaps he would walk with them up the high hill
-near his farm, if their little visitor thought his legs were strong
-enough to climb so high. Edward thought they were; so they set off,
-shouting and racing through the fields, while Mr. Wilson followed
-leisurely in the road.
-
-They found it rather hard work to climb the hill, which was very steep,
-but when they got to the top, they were well paid for all their trouble.
-They could see many pretty towns, with the beautiful river gliding along
-through them, and many high hills, like the one they were on, far away
-in the distance. Mr. Wilson pointed out and told them the names of the
-different villages which were in sight, and thus amused and instructed
-them till they were all well rested. Then they started down the hill,
-and except a few tumbles, reached the foot of it in safety.
-
-Mr. Wilson then led the way for a walk over his large farm. In one of
-the fields they stopped to see a flock of sheep. Among them were a great
-number of pretty white lambs, skipping and jumping about, kicking up
-their little legs, wagging their tails, and looking so innocent and
-happy, that Edward could not bear to leave them. But his cousins, who
-were accustomed to these things, were impatient to be gone, and Edward
-was soon scampering after them, from field to field;--first to see the
-men plowing, where George mounted one horse and William another, and
-rode before the plows for a few minutes; then, leaving Mr. Wilson there,
-they chased the butterflies, and picked the early flowers, as they
-ranged through other fields, until they came to a pleasant little piece
-of woods, where they stopped to look at the old hollow oak, in which all
-four could just crowd in. Here they stopped to rest a little, and to
-watch the labors of a a pretty bird building its nest on the branch of a
-neighboring tree.
-
-Then they wandered down in a meadow to get a drink of water from a fine
-spring near the foot of a huge old tree, and having refreshed
-themselves, turned their steps homewards. On their way, the cousins
-showed Edward a shining little brook of clear water, which ran murmuring
-through their farm, and pointed out a great many objects which were
-quite new to him. It was a pleasant and joyful ramble to them all; but
-Edward was well tired when they reached home.
-
-[Illustration: The Ferry.]
-
-The next day Edward and his parents started for home. He was sorry to
-leave his cousins, but he began to wish to see his brothers and sisters
-once more. It was a pleasant morning, and Mr. Jones decided to take a
-different route from the one they had traveled before. Edward was
-delighted with the fine scenery which this new route opened to his view.
-In the afternoon they came to the river side, where there was a ferry. A
-large boat was there, for the horses and carriage, and a small one in
-which Edward and his parents seated themselves and were soon rowed
-across; The sun had not yet set, but threw a bright yellow light on the
-water, that made it look like gold. Edward did not wonder that the geese
-and ducks were so fond of swimming about on it, and he felt sorry when
-they reached the opposite shore, and his pleasant sail was over. Then he
-and his mother sat down on the green bank to look at the beautiful sight
-before them, while the horses and carriages were coming across. There
-was the river all smooth and shining like gold, and beyond it were the
-high mountains, looking like purple clouds, and opposite, the sun was
-setting in all the rich splendor of a summer evening.
-
-Soon the carriage drove up, and they all got in and continued their
-journey. Edward saw nothing that pleased him so much as that river, and
-often wished that he could sail over it again in the little boat. But
-soon they drew near home, and then he began to think of the joyful
-meeting he should have with his brothers and aunt Mary.
-
-The first thing they saw as they came near the house, was Edward's dog,
-Romeo, who came running up to the carriage, barking, wagging his tail,
-and looking as much pleased as Edward was.
-
-I need not tell you how happy the children were, nor what they said the
-night Edward got home; nor how delighted he was in telling of all the
-sights he had seen. But I think he learned enough during this pleasant
-journey, to make him a somewhat wiser, if not a happier little boy.
-
-END.
-
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-
-
-The
-
-STORY
-
-of the
-
-TWO BULLS
-
-
-WITH ORIGINAL ENGRAVINGS
-
-
-
-NEW YORK:
-Daniel Burgess & Co.
-
-1856
-
-
-
-
-THE STORY OF THE TWO BULLS.
-
-
-In former times, my story tells,
-  There lived one Deacon R.,
-And not the worst man in the world,
-  Nor best was he, by far.
-
-His fields were rich, his acres broad,
-  And cattle were his pride;
-Oxen and sheep, and horses, too,
-  And what you please, beside.
-
-His brindle cow, the highest prize
-  Won at the county fair,
-For taper limbs and rounded form,
-  And short and shining hair.
-
-Old Bonny Gray, a noble steed
-  Of sure, majestic pace,
-Before the deacon purchased him,
-  Was famous at a race.
-
-This story he would sometimes tell,
-  And at the end would say,
-"Alas! such sports are far from right;
-  But Bonny won the day!"
-
-Still, more than all, the spotted bull
-  Had filled the deacon's mind;
-His back so straight, his breast so broad,
-  So perfect of his kind.
-
-And when 'twas said that Moses Grimes,
-  A justice of the peace,
-Had got the likeliest bull in town,
-  The deacon had no ease.
-
-So off he rode to see the squire,
-  And put this question straight:
-"Say, don't you want another bull,
-  And don't yours want a mate?"
-
-The squire, perceiving at a glance
-  All that the man was after,
-"Just forty pounds will buy my bull,"
-  Quoth he, with ready laughter.
-
-And when the beast was brought to view,
-  And carefully surveyed,
-Of deepest red, its every point
-  Of excellence displayed.
-
-"I'll take him at your price," said he--
-  "Please drive him down to-morrow,
-And you shall have the money, sir,
-  If I the cash can borrow."
-
-So saying, turned he on his steed,
-  The nimble-footed Bonny;
-To-morrow came, and came the bull--
-  The deacon paid the money.
-
-The sun was hid behind the hills--
-  The next day would be Sunday;
-"You'll put him in the barn," said he,
-  "And leave him there till Monday."
-
-The deacon was a man of peace,
-  For so he claimed, albeit
-When there was war among the beasts,
-  He always liked to see it.
-
-"How will the bulls together look,
-  And which will prove the stronger?
-'Twere sin to wish the time to pass--
-  'Twould only make it longer."
-
-Such thoughts as these, on Sabbath morn,
-  Like birds of evil token,
-Flew round and round the deacon's mind--
-  Its holy peace was broken.
-
-Beyond the hills the steeple rose,
-  Distant a mile or two.
-Our deacon's house and barns and bulls
-  Were well concealed from view.
-
-"Be ready all, to meeting go;
-  Perhaps I may not come--
-A curious fluttering near my heart
-  Calls me to stay at home."
-
-As thus he spake, his careful wife
-  Replied with anxious tone,
-"I'll stay with you; 'twere dangerous
-  To leave you all alone."
-
-"No," answered he--"go, every one;
-  I've had the same before,
-And, with a little medicine,
-  No doubt 'twill soon be o'er.
-
-"Run, Peter, run for Bonny Gray,
-  Nor tarry till you find him;
-I've often heard his own or say
-  He'd carry all behind him."
-
-The carriage stands before the door;
-  They enter--one, two, three;
-The deacon says, "There's room for more--
-  Enough for Parson G."
-
-The parson was a portly man--
-  The deacon loved to joke;
-But afterwards, as it befell,
-  Was sorry that he spoke.
-
-They move to join the gathering throng
-  Within the house of prayer.
-Now ceased the bell its solemn peal--
-  The deacon was not there.
-
-Where was he, then? Perhaps you'll say
-  In easy chair reclining,
-The glimmer of his spectacles,
-  Upon his Bible shining.
-
-Ah, no! See you that earnest man,
-  With air so bold and free,
-Driving a spotted, warlike bull?--
-  That very man is he.
-
-Left to himself, the deacon grave
-  Tarried not long within,
-And, thinking of his sturdy beasts,
-  Forgot his medicine.
-
-"I hope the meeting will be full,
-  And I shall not be missed,"
-Softly he breathed, and, looking round,
-  He murmured, "All is whist!"
-
-Thus on he drove that spotted bull,
-  And near the gateway placed him,
-And when the other one came out,
-  It happened so, he faced him.
-
-"When Greek meets Greek," the deacon said,
-  "Then comes the tug of war;"
-But such another tug, I ween,
-  The deacon never saw.
-
-Like sudden thunderbolts they met,
-  The spotted and the red.
-Those bulls will never fight again--
-  The spotted one is dead.
-
-All gored and prostrate in his blood,
-  He lies upon the ground,
-While the unsated red one toward
-  The deacon made a bound.
-
-Down from the bars where he was perched.
-  Aghast, the good man sprung,
-And if you'd seen him go it, _then_,
-  You'd said that he was young.
-
-Still after him with fury
-  The bull did rush and roar,
-And was very near the deacon
-  When he reached the outer door.
-
-Through kitchen and through parlor fine,
-  Breathless, the poor man flew,
-And lo! the bull is at his heels
-  And in the parlor too.
-
-A flight of stairs is all that's left
-  Between him and despair;
-He springs to gain the top, and falls,
-  A sober deacon, there.
-
-But to his ears terrific sounds
-  Rise from the room below--
-Tables and glasses, chairs and all,
-  Crash, crash, together go!
-
-Upon the wall a mirror hung,
-  Of massive, gilded frame,
-Which had reflected many a squire
-  And many a worthy dame.
-
-There last, not least, the raging beast
-  Descried his form at length,
-And deemed it was another bull
-  Coming to try his strength.
-
-He plunged to meet his threatening foe,
-  But fought himself, alas!
-While all around in fragments flew
-  The shattered looking glass!
-
-"What will come next?" the deacon cries;
-  "This is too much for one day:
-My rifle's loaded, and I'll try
-  To stop this noise on Sunday."
-
-With trembling hand he seized the gun,
-  With wary step descended;
-He aimed, he fired, he killed the bull,
-  And thus the battle ended.
-
-To yonder house we turn again,
-  And to the quiet throng
-The preacher now has said, Amen!
-  Now ends the choral song.
-
-And friendly speech and courtesies
-  And shake of hands go round,
-And each inquires the other's health,
-  All as in duty bound.
-
-"How is your spouse?" the parson said;
-  "I see he's not at meeting."
-"This morning, sir," the wife replied,
-  "His heart was strangely beating.
-
-"I hope you'll call and see him soon"
-  "That I shall gladly do."
-"Ride down with us--the carriage waits;
-  There's room enough for you."
-
-All seated now, with solemn air,
-  And with a placid smile,
-Such words of truth the parson spoke
-  As might their fears beguile.
-
-Lo! they alight, the gate in sight--
-  "What's that?" the matron said.
-Says Peter, "It's the spotted bull,
-  And I believe he's dead."
-
-Thus all, amazed, a moment gazed,
-  And quickly turn about;
-In doleful plight, the deacon sighs,
-  "Murder will surely out!
-
-"Where shall I go? What shall I do?
-  I'm caught--I am a sinner!
-My wife, good soul--my wife has brought
-  The parson home to dinner!"
-
-And with a little spice of wit,
-  To which he was inclined,
-Though none to spare the deacon had,
-  He thus relieved his mind:
-
-"I've often heard the preacher say
-  That good may come of evil;
-Still every hour, with all our might,
-  We must resist the devil.
-
-"If horn and hoof be any proof,
-  And if the foot be riven,
-Surely I am the very man
-  That with the beast has striven!"
-
-Now hurried steps without are heard,
-  And earnest voices blend;
-"I'm in a vice," the deacon groans--
-  "When will this torture end?"
-
-Young Peter, being first within,
-  For he had run ahead,
-Loudly exclaims, "Another bull
-  Lies in the parlor, dead!"
-
-They enter all, with hands upraised
-  And faces filled with wonder--
-There stood confessed the deacon's case,
-  And all were struck with thunder.
-
-The tale flew quickly round, and woke
-  Much pity and more laughter;
-But not a word the deacon spoke
-  Of his two bulls thereafter.
-
-
-
-
-Listen! listen to my song,
-  There is meaning in it;
-You may know it sha'nt be long--
-  Only half a minute.
-
-Have you ever read the tale--
-  Have you heard the story--
-How two bulls together fought
-  On the field of glory?
-
-And how a famous hero
-  Thought it was so cunning,
-How he became a master
-  Of the art of running?
-
-And how he was so frightened,
-  In getting up the stairs;
-And how he heard the breaking
-  Of all his china-wares?
-
-And how his heart was swelling
-  Up like a pot of yeast;
-And how he took a rifle,
-  And fired it at the beast?
-
-And how the parish preacher
-  Had heard that he was sick,
-And losing not a moment,
-  Did come to see him quick?
-
-And how the rumor flourished,
-  'Mongst people young and old,
-And how they sighed, and how they laughed
-  To hear the story told?
-
-If you have read, remember
-  The moral of this book--
-Whoever takes the devil's bait,
-  Is sure to feel the hook.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of the Two Bulls, by John R. Bolles
-
-
-

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-
-
-THE LULLABY
-
-WITH ORIGINAL ENGRAVINGS
-
-
-NEW LONDON:
-JOHN R. BOLLES
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-EVENING SONG.
-
-  Twilight dews are on the roses,
-    Little birds are in the nest,
-  On the green the lamb reposes--
-    Rest thee, little darling, rest.
-
-  While my babe is sweetly sleeping,
-    Silent stars are bright above,
-  And the angels' eyes are keeping
-    Over thee their watch of love.
-
-  Precious child! may that blest Saviour
-    Who for us a child was born,
-  Guard thee now and guard thee ever--
-    Keep thee safely, night and morn!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-THE ROBINS.
-
-  Two little robins made a nest--
-    'Twas in the warm spring weather;
-  They built it out of sticks and straws
-    And little bits of feather.
-
-  It was upon an apple bough,
-    With blossoms all around it;
-  So neatly wove and fitted in
-    That no one ever found it.
-
-  And there four little birds lay hid,
-    With nice green leaves to shield them,
-  And there they peeped and flapped about,
-    And well the old ones fed them.
-
-  And when the hawk comes hovering near,
-  The speckled hen gives a cry of fear,
-  And the little chickens, every one,
-  Up to her in a moment run,
-  Safely hide beneath her wings.
-  Oh! the nice old speckled hen,
-  With her pretty chickens ten.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-LULLABY.
-
-  There, lullaby, and I will sing to you
-    A little song about a yellow bird
-  That made a nest upon a currant bush,
-    And sung the sweetest that you ever heard,
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  There were two little birds that built the nest;
-    One sat and sung upon the garden wall,
-  The other, with her warm and downy breast,
-    Covered the eggs so beautiful and small.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  One day some little birds came peeping out,
-    And then they opened wide their mouths for food;
-  The yellow birds flew down and skipped about,
-    And brought them something very nice and good.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  And so they grew and grew, till puss, one day,
-    Tore down the pretty nest with sudden rush,
-  But Johnny saw, and took the birds away,
-    And placed them in the nest, back on the bush.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-The old ones found them safe, poor trembling things;
-    They smoothed and fed them, and that very day
-  They taught them how to spread their little wings,
-    And 'mong the garden trees to soar away.
-        Lullaby, lullaby?
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-SNOW.
-
-  The snow, the snow is coming,
-    So graceful and light,
-  All over every thing,
-    Beautiful and white.
-
-  A thousand, thousand snow-flakes,
-    They're swimming in the air;
-  They fall upon the cherry-trees,
-    And hang like blossoms there.
-
-  They are coming, coming, coming,
-    As far as I can see;
-  They 'light, like little fairy birds,
-    Upon the old oak tree.
-
-  Each flake of snow is pretty--
-    A spangle or a gem;
-  But they melt away in dew-drops--
-    I can not treasure them.
-
-  They melt beneath the sunbeam,
-    They sink into the ground,
-  And where they vanish, by-and-by,
-    Sweet flowers will be found,
-
-  And I am told they moisten
-    And make the flowrets grow;
-  So, welcome, very welcome,
-    Are the gentle flakes of snow.
-
-  Poor lammie! what a pity
-    One little foot is hurt,
-  And the face that was so pretty
-    Is covered with the dirt!
-
-  But up, and never mind it;
-    A little brook is near--
-  Among the grass you'll find it--
-    The water's cool and clear.
-
-  I guess you will feel better--
-    Step in and take a drink;
-  That shallow brook of water,
-    With flowers around the brink.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-LULLABY.
-
-  A woman gently rocks her easy chair,
-    With a sweet infant lying on her breast,
-  The gentle motion waving her long hair,
-    As thus she sings her little one to rest,
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  Another twilight, and my heart is thrilled
-    Still with thy living beauty; angel feet
-  This day have trod our threshold, but to shield,
-    And not to bear thee hence, my baby sweet.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  One radiant star is shining in the west,
-    A softer radiance is in thine eyes;
-  Upon the slender stalk the blossoms rest--
-    A sweeter blossom on my bosom lies.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  All thou mayest be I dare not image now,
-    As thou in life shalt bear an earnest part;
-  Only I pray that on thy spotless brow
-    The seal of heaven be set, and true thy heart,
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-  The dew is falling, and the leaves are stirred
-    With a low whispering of love and power,
-  And thou art sleepy now, my nestling bird,
-    Shut thy blue eyes as softly shuts the flower.
-        Lullaby, lullaby!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-HYMN.
-
-  God who is in heaven
-    Made all the pretty flowers,
-  He sends the pleasant sunshine,
-    And sends the dripping showers.
-
-  He made all living creatures,
-    And the earth to bring forth food,
-  And we will love and praise him,
-    For he is very good.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-2.
-
-  Keep us in the midnight,
-    Saviour dear,
-  Through the hours of darkness,
-    Oh, be thou near!
-
-  Powerless and lowly,
-    We lean on thy arm--
-  Watcher of Israel,
-    Keep us from harm!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-
-WELCOME.
-
-  There comes a little bird
-    In at the door;
-  Do see! Upon my word,
-    It's on the floor.
-
-  Little bird, come and stay;
-    Here you are welcome,
-  Or you may fly away
-    To your own home.
-
-  I will give you bread,
-    Much as you say;
-  After you have fed,
-    You may skip away.
-
-  There, on the cherry-tree,
-    Build your downy nest,
-  Or in any other
-    That you like best,
-
-  Little birds, pretty birds,
-    Come to my door;
-  If you have no words,
-    _Sing_ out for more!
-
-
-
-
-
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-
-CHILD'S NEW STORY BOOK;
-
-OR TALES AND DIALOGUES FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
-
-
-
-1849. [Publication date on cover: 1850]
-
-
-
-  I'll watch thy dawn of joys, and mould
-         Thy little hearts to duty,--
-  I'll teach thee truths as I behold
-  Thy faculties, like flowers, unfold
-         In intellectual beauty.
-
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: The Little Ship.]
-
-
-The Little Ship.
-
-
-"I have made a nice little ship, of cork, and am going to let it sail
-in this great basin of water. Now let us fancy this water to be the
-North-Pacific Ocean, and those small pieces of cork on the side of the
-basin, to be the Friendly Islands, and this little man standing on the
-deck of the ship, to be the famous navigator, Captain Cook, going to
-find them."
-
-"Do you know that the Friendly Islands were raised by corals?"
-
-"I suppose they were."
-
-"Do you know where Captain Cook was born?"
-
-"He was born at Marton, a village in the North Riding of Yorkshire,
-in England."
-
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-[Illustration: The Little Girl and the Shell.]
-
-
-The Little Girl and the Shell.
-
-
-When I went to visit a friend, the other day, I saw a little girl with
-whom I was much pleased. She sat on a low seat by the fire-side, and
-she held in her hand a pretty white sea-shell, faintly tinted with pink,
-which she kept placing against her ear; and all the while a settled calm
-rested upon her face, and she seemed as if she were listening to the
-holy tones of some loved voice; then taking it away from her ear, she
-would gaze upon it with a look of deep fondness and pensive delight.
-At last I said,
-
-"What are you doing, my dear?"
-
-"I am listening to the whisper."
-
-"What whisper?" I asked.
-
-"The whisper of the sea," she said. "My uncle sent me this shell, and
-a letter in which he said, 'If I placed it against my ear I should hear
-the whisper of the sea;' and he also said, he would soon come to us, and
-bring me a great many pretty things; and mamma said, when we heard the
-whisper of the shell, we would call it uncle Henry's promise. And so
-it became very precious to me, and I loved its sound better than sweet
-music."
-
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-[Illustration: Robert and John.]
-
-
-Robert and John.
-
-
-One fine May morning, Robert and John were told by their mamma to go to
-school. So they put on their caps, and having kissed their mamma, were
-soon on their way. Now, first they had to pass through a pleasant lane,
-with tall elm trees on one side, and a hawthorn hedge on the other; then
-across two fields; then through a churchyard, and then up a little
-grove, at the end of which was the school-house. But they had not gone
-more than half the way down the lane, when John began to loiter behind,
-to gather wild flowers, and to pick up smooth little pebbles which had
-been washed clean by the rain, while Robert walked on reading his book.
-At last, John, calling after his brother, said, "I do not see what is
-the use of going to school this fine morning; let us play truant."
-
-"No," replied Robert; "I will not take pleasure, for which I know I must
-suffer in after hours."
-
-"Nonsense about that," said John; "I will enjoy myself while I can."
-
-"And so will I," replied Robert; "and I shall best enjoy myself by
-keeping a good conscience, and so I will go to school."
-
-"Very well, Robert, then tell the master that I am ill and cannot come,"
-said John.
-
-"I shall do no such thing, John," replied Robert; "I shall simply tell
-the truth, if I am asked why you are not with me."
-
-"Then I say you are very unkind, Robert," said John.
-
-"You will not go with me, then?" asked Robert, with a tear in his sweet
-blue eye.
-
-"I shall go up into this tree," said John; "and so good morning to you."
-
-Poor Robert gave one long look at his brother, heaved a deep sigh, and
-went on his way. And naughty John sat in the tree and watched him, after
-he had crossed the stile, walk along the smooth broad pathway that led
-through the field, then enter the church-yard, and stoop to read a verse
-on a tomb-stone; then take out his kerchief, wipe a tear from his eye,
-look upward to the cloudless heaven, and then he was gone. And John sat
-still in the tree, and he said to himself, "Oh! that I were as good as
-my brother; but I will go down and follow him."
-
-So he went down from the tree, leapt over the stile, ran along the
-fields, and did not stay to gather _one_ cowslip, though each one made
-him a golden bow as he passed. And when he went into the school-room,
-though he was only five minutes later than his brother, he told his
-master the whole truth, and how naughty he would have been, had it not
-been for a kind little thought, which came into his mind, and bade him
-try to be as good as his brother.
-
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-[Illustration: The Frosty Morning.]
-
-
-The Frosty Morning.
-
-
-"Oh! this clear frosty morning! it makes one feel all life and glee.
-I declare I have been running about the garden till I am all of a glow;
-and there you sit by the fire, Emma, looking quite dull. Come with me,
-and I will show you how the little pond is frozen over."
-
-"No,--it is so cold, I do not like to go."
-
-"Oh! put on your bonnet, and tie your shawl round your neck, and,
-believe me, you will be warm enough."
-
-"No, I will not go, and so you need not teaze me any more."
-
-"O! _I_ will go with you, brother Edwin; _I_ am not cold."
-
-"Yes, do, there's a dear little Ellen, and I will show you the long
-icicles which hang on the front of the arbor; and let us just run to the
-field, as I want you to see the hoar frost on the grass, and to feel it
-crisp under your feet. Is it not a lovely morning, sister Ellen?"
-
-"It is indeed, dear brother."
-
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-[Illustration: The White Rabbit.]
-
-
-Susan's White Rabbit.
-
-
-Oh! Mary, I have got such a darling white rabbit as I think you never
-saw. I do believe it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world; for
-I only had it given to me this morning, and yet it will eat clover from
-my hand, and let me stroke it, or do any thing I please. And James says
-that he will make a little house for it, which cousin Henry will paint
-very nice. And papa says, that I must call my little pet, _Snowdrop_,
-because he is as white as the drifted snow; and mamma says, that its
-two little bright eyes are like rubies. Do you not think, Mary, as
-I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world?
-
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-[Illustration: The Pet Robin.]
-
-
-The Pet Robin.
-
-
-My brother Frederick has a robin, and he calls him a dear little pet,
-he sings so sweetly. Oh! you cannot think how well he knows Freddy. You
-should see him early in the morning, when we first come down stairs, or
-at any time when we come in from a walk, how he runs to one corner of
-his cage, to look at us: and when Fred whistles and says, "My beauty!
-my fine fellow!" he stands up so straight, to listen to his kind little
-masters voice, and then begins jumping and hopping from one end of the
-cage to the other, just as I have seen happy little children jump and
-hop about in their sports.
-
-Sometime ago he was ill, and we were sadly afraid he would die; he used
-to sit from day to day, with ruffled feathers and drooping wings; his
-food was left untasted, and his pleasant voice was seldom heard; but
-in two or three weeks he began to grow better, and to eat his food
-as usual, and to pick amongst the green grass of the little sod we
-had placed in his cage. Oh, how happy we all were then, especially
-Frederick, who took care of him, and watched over him with the greatest
-love and tenderness. Indeed, he was well repaid for his care and
-anxiety, when his little pet once more began to jump about as blithely
-as ever.
-
-And now, you see, he is quite well, and we treasure his little songs
-more than ever we did before, for we never knew how sweet they were
-until we were deprived of them.
-
-And thus it is, dear children, with many blessings we possess; they
-become so common to us, that we cease to be thankful for them, and know
-not their value until they are taken away. We forget who is the Author
-and Giver of all good; we forget that it is through the mercy and loving
-kindness of GOD, that we receive food and clothing, and every blessing
-we possess.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

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-
-LITTLE BEWILDERED HENRY.
-
-By The Author Of
-_Nothing At All_, &c. &c.
-
-
-[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. _See Page 9_]
-
-The Extraordinary Adventures Of Poor Little Bewildered Henry,
-_Who was shut up in an old Abbey for Three Weeks_.
-
-A Story Founded On Fact.
-by
-The Author Of "Nothing At All," Etc.
-
-
-
-1850.
-
-
-
-The Adventures Of _Little Bewildered Henry_
-
-[Illustration]
-
-"Oh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma?" sobbed little Henry, a sweet
-child of three years old, as he stood in the lawn, opposite the door,
-with the wind blowing his pretty hair and clothes all about him: "Oh,
-mamma! mamma! where is you? I don't know where is you, my own mamma."
-
-"What are you crying for?" said Bill Boldface, a naughty boy in the
-village, "eh, what are you crying for, you bold puppy? It's a good
-scelping you want. Don't you know what a scelping is, my boy?----a
-good whipping."
-
-"No, no! me don't want a whipping, me don't want a whipping; me want
-mamma. Oh! where is you, my own mamma?"
-
-"Well, she's gone into the wood there; and, if you don't make haste
-and run after her, a big pig that's there under the tree, all bloody,
-with long ears and cocked tail, will eat her. Run, my boy: that's
-right: run, now, run."
-
-Poor little Henry, much more alarmed for his mamma than for himself,
-flew into the wood with the hope of saving her; and having run a good
-way without stopping, calling all the time for his dear mamma, he
-tripped against a tree and fell: but quickly recovering, he stood up
-and continued his race, till, quite exhausted, he sat down on the
-grass, and there continued panting and crying bitterly. At last, he
-turned round; and what should he see, to his great joy, but his
-favourite dog Fidelle. "O, Fidelle! Fidelle!" said the baby, hugging
-his little arms round the dog's neck, "O! where's mamma? and where's
-papa? and where's nurse? Where, Fidelle? cannot you tell me where?"
-But having received no answer, he stood up, and again commenced his
-journey, and Fidelle ran on before; and it was astonishing what a
-length of way the baby walked, till, at last, he came to the foot of a
-high mountain.
-
-And now night came on, and the wind blew strong and cold; and little
-Henry, quite bewildered, turned into a narrow path, shaded by oak, and
-elm, and sycamore trees, and the baby again tripped against the root
-of one of them, and fell; and his little hand came against a stone,
-and he was much hurt, and his heart beat, and the tears streamed down
-one of the prettiest little faces that ever was seen, and the wind
-blew his pretty hair off his forehead, and it would go to your very
-heart to hear his little mournful cry, calling out for his mamma, his
-own dear mamma.
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-At length, the moon arose in great splendour, and little Henry saw at
-a distance an old abbey, all covered with ivy, and looking so dark and
-dismal, it would frighten any one from going in. But Henry's little
-heart, occupied by the idea of his mamma, and with grief that he could
-not find her, felt no fear; but walking in, he saw a cell in the
-corner that looked like a baby-house, and, with Fidelle by his side,
-he bent his little steps towards it, and seating himself on a stone,
-he leaned his pretty head against the old wall, and fell fast asleep.
-
-[Illustration:]
-
-Overcome with fatigue, the sweet baby slept soundly till morning; but
-when he awoke Fidelle was gone, and he felt very hungry. And he again
-set up his little cry, "Oh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma? Oh! I
-want my breakfast! I want my breakfast!" At length, he spied Fidelle
-cantering in with something in her mouth, and having laid it by
-Henry's side, she darted out of the abbey. Henry took it up: it was a
-large piece of white bread, which the faithful creature had met with
-somewhere, and brought to her little favourite.[1]
-
-[Footnote 1: A fact.]
-
-You may suppose how happy the poor child was to get it; and while he
-was eating it, a grey owl marched from her nest in the wall, and began
-picking up the crumbs. This greatly amused little Henry; and, in a few
-minutes after, there came a great set of sparrows, and a
-robin-redbreast, and two of them began to fight. And this made Henry
-laugh; and, on the whole, they so occupied him all day, he was less
-unhappy than the day before: and, when night came, he lay down near
-the nest of the owl and her young ones, and slept soundly.
-
-Next day, faithful Fidelle again appeared with a piece of boiled beef
-in her mouth, which having left at Henry's feet, she scampered off,
-and Henry ate heartily, and gave some to the owls. And when he could
-forget his mamma, which indeed was not often, these birds used to
-amuse his little mind. But, towards evening, getting very thirsty, he
-again began to cry, and to call for mamma; and God, who watches over
-little infants just the same as if they were grown men, put it into
-his little heart to walk outside the abbey, where was a nice stream
-running through the grass: and the baby, recollecting he had seen a
-boy, the week before, lying on the ground drinking out of a stream
-near papa's house, knelt down and took a hearty drink of the clear
-water.
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-And now, near a week passed over, Fidelle constantly
-bringing a supply of food, and the owls, and the sparrows, and the
-robin, sharing the welcome morsel, and affording Henry's little mind
-constant amusement and occupation. At length, the little birds began
-not to be afraid of Henry; and they would come and hop by his side,
-and pick up the crumbs, and almost eat from his hand. And one of them
-built its nest close to him, and laid two eggs, and every evening
-would sing such a sweet song, that really the baby began to get
-reconciled, and used to feel like a little king among them all. And now
-we must leave our mighty _monarch_ for a while, and return to his
-disconsolate parents.
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-The evening Bill Boldface had met him, and sent him so cruelly into
-the wood, mamma was out walking, and on her return enquired for the
-baby.
-
-"O," said papa, "he is safe: I saw him in nurse's arms a few minutes
-ago."
-
-Mamma immediately went up to the nursery, and there heard that nurse
-had gone off to see her sister, who lived about two miles distant,
-"and, of course," said the nursery-maid, "she has taken Master Henry
-with her."
-
-Impressed with this idea, mamma returned to tea; but when night came,
-she began to get very uneasy, for nurse did not return. "O," said
-papa, "you know she often remains at her sister's; and though she has
-done very wrong in keeping the baby out, yet she is so fond and
-careful of him, we need not be uneasy." But what was their distraction
-when morning came?--nurse returned, but no baby!
-
-The whole country was searched, the ponds and lake were searched,
-every spot searched but the very place the baby was in. Advertisements
-were put in all the papers, and the poor father and mother were near
-sinking under the distraction of their mind. Unfeeling Bill Boldface,
-who could have set all to rights, had sailed off to America the very
-morning after the sweet baby had disappeared.
-
-At length, one morning, the distracted father perceived Fidelle
-jumping upon the table and seizing a large piece of bread, fly off
-with it to the wood. The Lord instantly put it in his heart to follow
-the dog, who led him into the abbey; and there, surrounded by his
-little subjects the birds, fast asleep, (for he had just fallen asleep
-on his throne,) lay the little _monarch_. His hand was placed
-under his little head, and the leaves of the ivy and the yew were all
-scattered about him. "My child! my child!" said the poor father,
-darting forward, and snatching him in his arms; "'tis my Henry! my
-cherub! my darling! O gracious God! is it indeed my child?"
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-The well-known voice aroused Henry, and flinging his little arms
-around papa's neck, he begged to be taken instantly to mamma, saying,
-as his happy papa carried him out of the abbey, "Good-bye, little
-birds, good-bye: I'll come back to-morrow, and bring you some white
-bread; but now I must go see mamma. Good-bye, little birds, good-bye."
-
-Poor mamma, when she saw him, overcome by her feelings, fainted away.
-When she recovered, she threw herself on her knees in gratitude to God
-for thus so wonderfully preserving her little darling.
-
-And now, my children, pause for a moment, and reflect on the goodness
-of God so powerfully displayed in this little story. You see how he
-directed Fidelle to bring food for the support of this little baby;
-you see how wonderfully he was preserved, and how, at length, he was
-restored to his parents. Those parents were truly religious, and
-_therefore_ their prayers were heard--_For the eyes of the Lord
-are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers: but
-the face of the Lord is against them that do evil_. (1 Pet. iii.
-12.) O my children! love God, and make Christ your friend, and then
-they will watch over you as they did over little Henry; and, when you
-die, they will take you up to live with themselves, and you shall be
-surrounded by the happy angels in heaven.
-
-Perhaps my little readers may like to hear something of poor Fidelle.
-Soon after her visits to the abbey, she had two little pups. One of
-them died, but the other Henry reared with the greatest tenderness;
-while its good old mother, beloved and even respected (which is not
-generally the case with dogs) by all the family, lived to an advanced
-age: and when she died, they buried her in the garden, under the
-spreading branches of an old sycamore tree.
-
-Little Henry, trained in the love and fear of God, grew up one of the
-best of children. Every where he went, the blessing of God was with
-him, for Christ was his friend: and when little Henry had committed a
-fault, he would apply to his kind Saviour, who was then always ready
-to procure God's pardon for him. In the course of time, his mamma
-taught him the following little poem.
-
-   Thou Friend of my childhood, and Guide of my youth,
-   Thou Father of mercies, and Fountain of truth;--
-   Protect and direct me wherever I stray,
-   And bless little Henry each hour in the day.
-
-   When up in the morning I rise from my bed,
-   O, let thy kind angels be plac'd o'er my head;
-   And when at my tasks, at my school, or my play,
-   Still bless little Henry each hour in the day.
-
-   When night spreads its shade o'er the waves of the deep,
-   And Henry is sunk in the stillness of sleep,
-   O, still let thy poor child be dear in thy sight,
-   And bless little Henry each hour in the night.
-
-FINIS.
-
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-
-OUR SAVIOUR
-
-
-Father Tuck's NEW TESTAMENT Series.
-
-
-
-[Illustration: Our Savior.]
-
-Our Saviour.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ had been quietly living for many years
-at His father's home in Nazareth when John the Baptist began to preach
-and prepare the people for His coming, as it had been foretold by an
-Angel before His birth that he should do, and we are told that all the
-land of Judea, and the people of Jerusalem, roused by his preaching,
-went to be baptized by him in the river Jordan, after confessing their
-sins.
-
-John told them that One much greater than he was to come after him, One
-whose shoes he was not worthy to unloose, for he could only baptize them
-with water and exhort them to repent of their sins while there was yet
-time, but He who was to come after would baptize them with the Holy
-Ghost. This he did till Jesus Himself came from Nazareth to the Jordan,
-and desired John, the companion of His childhood, to baptize Him also.
-John objected, saying that he himself had need to be baptized of Jesus,
-and was not worthy to perform the office for Him, but our gracious
-Saviour insisted till John led Him into the river and baptized Him.
-
-As they returned to the land a very wonderful thing happened, for the
-heavens opened above, and the Spirit of God, in the form of a dove,
-descended, and alighted upon Jesus, whilst a voice was heard saying
-"This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased."
-
-Then John went on his way, preaching more and more to the people, and
-telling every one who would listen to him of the marvellous thing he had
-seen; whilst Christ went away by Himself into a lonely place called a
-wilderness, where, for forty days, and forty nights, He was tempted by
-the devil in all manner of ways, but finding that, by the help of God
-His Father, Jesus was enabled to resist all temptation to sin, and would
-worship and serve none but the true God, the devil at length left Him,
-and "Angels came and ministered unto Him."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-From that time, Jesus being then about thirty years of age, He began
-to preach, and exhort to repentance as John had done before Him. One
-day as He walked beside the sea of Galilee He saw two brothers named
-Simon-Peter and Andrew, fishing by the shore. These men He called to Him
-and bade them follow Him for He would make them fishers of men, and they
-immediately left their nets and followed Him. Presently, as they walked
-along the shore, they saw two other fishermen brothers--James and John,
-the sons of Zebedee, in a boat with their father, mending the great,
-brown nets with which they caught fish on the Syrian coasts, and called
-them also, and they too left their nets and their father and followed
-Him. They were the first four of the twelve disciples whom Jesus by
-degrees gathered about Him, and who were His companions and assistants
-in His future work. With His disciples Christ travelled over the whole
-land of Syria, now called the Holy Land, teaching in the churches and
-preaching about the Kingdom of His Father, and healing all manner of
-diseases and sicknesses amongst the people, until the fame of His
-sayings and doings spread every where, and the sick and suffering and
-diseased were brought to Him from all quarters that He might heal them.
-This He never refused to do, for His heart was so overflowing with
-divine love and pity for mankind that He could not see suffering or
-misery without healing it.
-
-[Illustration: Jesus is Baptized.]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-But so immense grew the multitude of people who began to follow
-and press about Him, that He had no room to teach or to preach, no
-opportunity to rest and talk quietly with His disciples either night
-or day.
-
-Seeing this He went up a mountain side, and sat down, and His disciples
-came to Him, and there He began to instruct the people by preaching
-to them that most grand and beautiful sermon called the Sermon on the
-Mount, which contains not only the lessons taught by the series of
-blessings called "The Beatitudes", at the commencement, but that prayer
-of prayers known to every child as the "Lord's Prayer", because it is
-the only one which Christ Himself taught word for word with His own
-lips, and which has remained unaltered through the nineteen hundred
-years which have gone by since He lived on earth.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The people were very much astonished, not only at what Christ preached
-to them, but because He spoke as if He had direct authority for what
-He said, and this they could not understand, because they had not
-forgotten that He was the Son of Joseph the Carpenter of Nazareth.
-
-When Jesus came down from the mountain side, great multitudes followed
-Him, many of whom were sick and entreated Him to heal them, and He not
-only did so, but performed many yet greater miracles, such as making
-the blind to see and the deaf to hear, and even restoring to life some
-that were dead, always however, impressing on those about Him, that it
-was not by His own power that He did these things, but by faith in the
-Spirit of God His Father who moved within Him.
-
-After having sufficiently taught His disciples by quiet talks, by
-speaking to them through parables and letting them behold the miracles
-He Himself performed, until they thoroughly believed in His Divine
-power, Christ called the whole twelve around Him and gave them also the
-power to perform miracles, to heal all manner of sickness and disease,
-and then sent them forth to teach and preach in all the cities of
-Israel. He laid upon them many injunctions as to their conduct as
-they travelled, how they were to give offence to no one, and to teach
-brotherly love and the forgiveness of injuries between man and man as
-freely as God had promised to forgive them.
-
-[Illustration: By the Sea of Galilee.]
-
-Now and then, by twos and threes, some of the disciples came back
-to Jesus to report to Him what they had done and how they had been
-received, and how the fame of His Name and teaching was spreading far
-and wide; and so it happened that He was seldom without one or two of
-these loved and trusted followers about Him as He journeyed, sometimes
-stopping a few days in one place, sometimes crossing the inland sea of
-Galilee, or going from city to city along the coast in a boat or ship,
-but always doing good wherever He went, preaching the Gospel of his
-Father, and winning men, women, and children to follow Him.
-
-Our Saviour had no comfortable home such as you have; often and often He
-had nowhere to lay His head at night, but weary and hungry after a long
-day's ministry, He would stretch Himself on the ground wherever He might
-be at the time, and sleep with the grass for His bed, and the starry sky
-for His curtains.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-All through His life, which He spent in loving service towards men, our
-Saviour was specially kind and tender to little children. One day He was
-so much inconvenienced by the number of women with children in their
-arms pressing upon Him, and entreating Him to bless their little ones,
-that the disciples who were with Him rebuked the mothers; but Jesus said
-to them "Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them
-not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." Then He told those about Him
-that if only they would receive His teaching of the Kingdom of God, and
-believe in Him as simply and entirely as little children did, they would
-inherit Eternal Life; and He would take the little ones who clustered
-round His feet into His loving arms and bless them.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-On another occasion when His disciples were disputing as to who should
-be the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven, Jesus called a little child
-and set him in the midst of them, and said whoever should be as meek and
-humble as a little child should be the greatest; and whoever received a
-little child with love and reverence in His Name, received Him, and then
-He warned them to take heed and not despise little children, and never
-to say or do anything that should stain the innocency of their minds
-because "In Heaven their angels do always behold the face of My Father."
-You, little children who read this book, must remember that you are just
-as much the care of your Good Shepherd now, as were those privileged
-ones of old who actually saw Him face to face, you must have faith in
-Him as they had, and believe that though you cannot see Him now, He is
-still, and always at your side, seeing all you do, hearing all you say,
-watching over you, and, if you will only let Him, willing to guide you
-safely to the Home in Heaven which He has gone to prepare for those that
-love Him and try to do His will.
-
-[Illustration: The Last Supper.]
-
-Feeling that He must go through Samaria, where He had not yet preached,
-our Saviour travelled on alone and came to a well which is called
-Jacob's well; being very weary He seated Himself on the edge to rest.
-He was very thirsty also, and on a woman coming up with a pitcher, He
-asked her to draw Him some water: when He had drunk, He said that if she
-knew who He was she would have asked Him for water instead, for He could
-give her the Living Water of Everlasting Life. Then He told her who He
-was, and she went away to the city telling every one she met Whom she
-had seen: some of the disciples then joined Him, and Jesus remained two
-days in the city preaching so that many believed in Him, and on the way
-back into Galilee He healed a nobleman's son of a mortal sickness.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-On returning to Bethany, Jesus heard that Lazarus, the brother of Martha
-and Mary, two sisters whom He loved, had died during His absence. Martha
-met Him weeping, and told Him of their grief saying "Lord, if Thou hadst
-been here, my brother had not died," for she knew Jesus would have saved
-him. Jesus Himself wept to see their sorrow, and going to the grave
-ordered the stone to be rolled away and called Lazarus to come forth;
-Lazarus did so, and many of those present believed in Jesus, but others
-went away and told the High Priests and rulers, who were much troubled,
-for they said "If we let this man go many will believe in Him, and His
-adherents will become too powerful, and will take our nation away from
-us."
-
-The people of Bethany made a supper for our Lord, and Lazarus and Martha
-and Mary were there, together with the disciples; the Feast of the
-Passover was near, and Jerusalem was crowded, and the Chief Priests
-became still more uneasy for more and more of the people every day
-believed in Christ, and when they heard He was coming to Jerusalem went
-out to meet Him with branches of palm, crying "Hosannah--Blessed is He
-that cometh in the Name of the Lord," and the people said "Behold, the
-world is gone after Him."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Jesus knew that the time was now come when He should depart from this
-world and go to His Father, and told His disciples so, saying they must
-not be troubled, for there were many mansions in His Father's House and
-He was but going before to prepare a place there for them. Then, being
-sorrowful at heart, our Lord went up to a garden called Gethsemane, and
-prayed to His Father that the souls of all mankind might be saved and
-come at last to share the glory of Heaven. Whilst He prayed, one of His
-disciples, who knew where He was, wickedly betrayed Him to the Chief
-Priests, and guided a band of soldiers to the garden, who bound Him and
-led Him to the High Priest Caiaphas, who in turn sent Him to be judged
-by Pontius Pilate the Governor.
-
-[Illustration: The Ascension.]
-
-Pilate, when he had heard of what the people accused Jesus, knew that
-it was for envy they were excited against Him, and washed his hands
-before the multitude, saying he found no fault in Him, and he would have
-nothing to do with shedding the blood of an innocent man. "His blood be
-on us and our children" cried the people and they roughly dragged Him
-away, and beat Him, and made Him carry a heavy cross of wood up Mount
-Calvary where they crucified Him, by nailing Him to the cross. Now Mary
-the Mother of Jesus, and another woman, also named Mary, and many of the
-disciples had followed in the crowd; they could not save our Lord from
-His cruel death, but when He was dead, they, together with a good man
-called Joseph, were allowed to take His body down from the cross, and
-lay it in a tomb belonging to Joseph, hewn out of a rock in a garden,
-and they set a great stone upon it. It had been foretold that Jesus
-should rise again on the third day, so, fearing that His disciples
-should steal away the body, and pretend that He had risen, the Chief
-Priests set keepers to guard the tomb.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Mary, the Mother of Jesus, and the other Mary, went to visit the tomb
-early in the morning of the third day, and there was a great earthquake
-and the Angel of God descended and rolled back the stone and sat upon
-it, so that the keepers shook with afright, but the Angel said "Fear
-not, for Jesus is not here, He is risen, as He, said." so the two Marys
-ran to tell His disciples the great news, and on their way met Jesus
-Himself, and they fell at His feet and worshipped Him. He told them to
-go and tell His disciples to go into Galilee and He would meet them
-there. This He did, and for the last time He met them on a hill side in
-Bethany, and again taught them, telling them still to go out into the
-world and preach repentance and the remission of sins in His Name. Then
-He lifted up His hands, and blessed them, and even as He did so, He was
-suddenly carried up into Heaven and hidden from their sight.
-
-Helen Marion Burnside.
-
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-The Book With
-
-   The Yellow Cover
-
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-John Moncure Wetterau
-
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-(c) copyright 2003 by John Moncure Wetterau.
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-Published by:
-Fox Print Books
-137 Emery Street
-Portland, ME 04102
-
-foxprintbooks@earthlink.net
-207.775.6860
-
-
-
-Some of these poems first appeared in: Poetry East-West, The Maine
-Sunday Telegram, The Maine Times, Nostoc, Backwoods Broadsides,
-H.O.M.E., Headcheese, Chants, Backwoods Broadsides Chaplet Series, Café
-Review, and To Keep You Company.
-
-
-
-
-for w.cat
-
-
-
-
-I had a book of Chinese and Japanese poems that I gave to a friend on
-the west coast. It was a very small book with a yellow cover, stapled
-together. No adornments. Just the poems, alive after hundreds of years.
-    J.M.W.
-
-
-
-
-The Japanese Mason
-
-Without haste, gathering
-scrape of the trowel,
-slap of cement,
-reaching for a block,
-setting and tapping it level,
-turning with the wheelbarrow,
-graceful, sweating,
-freed
-of every moment.
-
-                      Kauai
-
-
-
-
-Sweet Hawaii
-
-Even if somebody did steal
-my battery, generator, oil cap,
-visegrips last night,
-I passed the test to be a taxi driver,
-and even if I don't have the money
-to buy a _Charley's Taxi_ shirt,
-congratulations to me.
-I'll figure something out.
-I'll have coffee in _Everybody's Bake Shop; _
-I'll write Varve and Finn,
-tell them I love them,
-tell them sweet Hawaii
-going to be our new home.
-
-                              Honolulu
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Bus Stop
-
-14, eyes of a deer
-       in bamboo.
-
-16, heavier, going to school
-       without her books.
-
-                  King Street
-                  Honolulu
-
-
-
-
-For Rob
-
-Handsome Rob.
-Half the women hate you;
-the other half
-will give you anything.
-Deep in Nam:
-your buddy shot, tracheotomy.
-"He died happy," you told me,
-"he believed I was going to
-save him."
-Perhaps he knew
-he would lie in your arms
-forever.
-
-
-
-
-
-Too Big
-
-Listening to Schubert
-while Great-Aunt Hannah
-embroiders on the wall,
-and darkness closes--
-what have we come to?
-We've gone wrong,
-too big
-to find our way by song,
-light
-falling on a face
-and handkerchief,
-illumination
-in the manner
-of Rembrandt.
-
-
-
-Peter's Answer
-
-Little Blue Heron, young, still white,
-by the north causeway bridge--
-stick legs, too thin
-for the swelling body,
-the visual weight of feathers,
-stepping slowly in shallow water,
-long toes trailing limply, then
-extending, three splayed forward,
-one back. Brilliant neck
-curving, poised. Dagger beak
-the same gray as legs and toes.
-Why is nature beautiful?
-The lust for pattern, Peter said.
-The heron's head rose and twisted,
-circular eye, light brown, orange
-rimmed, ancient intelligence
-asking a different question.
-I was unmoving, not dangerous.
-The heron turned to hunt,
-brush, a cloud above the river.
-
-       New Smyrna Beach,
-       Florida
-
-
-
-
-Wally's Poem
-
-Dolphins surge up and under.
-Mozart's soprano
-stitches the heart together.
-Washes for a watercolor.
-
-An ant crosses my foot.
-Wallace Klitgaard;
-_Epitome of Splendor_--
-ants, sun, one's lot.
-He typed it himself,
-showed it to me on the bus
-38 years ago.
-He was grinning,
-the glad no age
-that we become, bent
-to making clumsy prayer.
-
-
-
-
-Morning, Maine Honolulu
-
-Early mist breaking
-on low tide, mud smell.
-Ducks, the small birds,
-the rooster down the road
-begin to sing the air,
-the light, the whole
-enormous chance
-
-grateful as the old people
-reclaiming Pauahi Street,
-seeing each other in doorways
-after the night.
-
-
-
-
-I Would
-
-In 1948
-I walked all the way
-to 14th Street
-to buy a bow and arrow.
-It was 30 cents; I had 29.
-
-The woman sold it to me anyway
-and I was free and happy
-on Sixth Avenue
-as any Indian.
-
-If I could find her tonight,
-I would keep death far away.
-
-
-For Anita Bartlett,
-Too Late
-
-Why cannot blue be enough?
-Light in the sky, dark in the sea,
-the shades between.
-The green of fields,
-red clover, buttercups.
-Bridal white of apple blossoms,
-burial earth, hawk's feather, snakeskin.
-Monarchs, Anita,
-feeding on purple aster,
-fluttering up,
-sun glowing orange, brown, bronze
-through black edged wings, twenty
-joining twenty joining a hundred,
-down, up, over, from
-color to color
-to Mexico.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Clouds booming over
-the washed woods,
-blue sun, Finn eats
-chop suey from a pot
-while I shave.
-Six months to dismantle
-the dead rooms of a marriage,
-down to a borrowed tent,
-patches of snow, and invisibly,
-all around us, sap rising
-in its own sweet time.
-
-                   April, Maine
-
-
-
-
-
-Alexis
-
-Icons, coal mines, Ten Mile Creek,
-the Monongahela,
-a long way to this house
-by the Kennebec,
-sitting erect,
-brushing your hair,
-fire and peace in your cheeks,
-preparing for the further
-steppes of feeling.
-
-
-
-Back In Town
-
-Billy Frailly's got a new shirt,
-shaved and walking down the road
-ready for anything.
-When I was in fifth grade
-Billy powered his bike up Church Hill
-(black Stetson, yellow kerchief).
-I helped him shovel out Mrs. Cowell's
-parking place. He did most of the work,
-but he split the money fifty-fifty.
-He's an outcast now;
-no frontier he can reach.
-But he's not crying, and we know
-there is no virtue, only consequence
-and the sometimes music
-of a new shirt.
-
-                   Woodstock
-
-
-
-
-Bluejay Feather
-
-Bluejay feather
-in the grass.
-Something was here
-once,
-A flash of color,
-a harsh cry,
-and it was gone.
-The feather remains:
-tough, precise,
-useful
-
-               For Sylvester
-               On his 40th
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Talking To Myself
-
-Early dark blue, one jet trail
-arching past Venus,
-snow coming tomorrow.
-My mother,
-unable to move.
-Hit it down the road, seven hours,
-stand by her bed,
-acknowledge the bond of blood,
-the sensitivity
-she could never handle,
-that I have ridden to beauty
-beyond all expectation.
-
-
-
-
-Wilson Street
-
-Low gray sky.
-Cold. Still.
-Christmas tree upside down,
-tinsel on dirty snow.
-A yellow balloon
-bounces slowly
-across Wilson Street.
-A black cat
-glides three steps up,
-turns in a doorway.
-
-                 Portland
-
-
-
-On Looking At A Mediocre Painting
-
-Thin paint. No passion.
-We would agree, I know,
-although we met only once--
-some things are in the blood.
-Mustard, orange, navy blue
-around a fake significance.
-
-The loss of Ireland, the 19th century,
-what were you to do?
-
-Fuck the beautiful, the gifted
-(my mother before she went crazy);
-leave the clanging cockroach cold
-behind (Bobby);
-find the best (Pollock, Kline,
-Noguchi, Nakian),
-live uptown (Kevin);
-die finally.
-
-Well, ashes to ashes then.
-
-But the three of us--your sons,
-scattered to separate lives--
-one way or another
-we carry you on,
-this eye,
-this fist within.
-
-                      Sean
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Every Moment
-
-Sun warms
-one side of the alley.
-A young woman smiles at me,
-surprised by her new beauty.
-Sex, tenderness, cobblestones.
-Once I was a Venetian
-with my last gold coin.
-Once I broke my vows
-and left the Order.
-Arms around her legs,
-the blue milk crate
-on which she sits, the
-kitchen door propped open
-with a mop--every moment
-like this.
-
-                Portland
-
-
-
-
-For Tamey
-
-Drove over the bridge today,
-saw the water far below
-and once again imagined
-your last jump--
-desperation, pain, relief,
-a twist of gallantry
-across your face,
-your final bow to the truth
-you always told me to tell.
-You sure as hell saved my life.
-Tamey, I could never say goodbye.
-I miss you. I wish
-you could have played with Finnegan.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Rough cloth,
-the gathering of giant ferns
-woven together, supple, bending,
-energy moving up your spine,
-mind dancing in the night,
-Palm Tree Exercise.
-
-                     Kailua
-
-
-
-The Early Ones
-
-Black night turns dark blue,
-a wedge of lighter blue,
-dim gray.
-Outposts on the beach
-become aware of each other:
-narrow stones
-aligned to the east,
-grouped around a driftwood stick
-sixteen inches high.
-In an hour--
-sheltered by grass, overhanging
-edge of the continent--
-they will cast long thin shadows;
-they will be first,
-brave against the day.
-
-For an anonymous sculptor,
-Crescent Beach, Maine
-
-
-
-
-
-Warm Sake
-
-Warm sake, sashimi maguro,
-blood red slices on a wooden block,
-light green chicory, pickled ginger.
-Outside: harbor ice rocking in the tide,
-translucent, thin dark edges
-swirling in black water.
-
-                           Shiki
-                           Portland
-
-
-
-
-Leaving Finn
-
-Las Cruces at dusk,
-necklace on the desert.
-Back in Tucson, Finn
-recovering from surgery,
-sweat on his nose,
-trying to smile, whispering,
-"Have a good trip, Dad."
-
-
-
-
-Late Breakfast
-
-Red nails,
-gold cigarette,
-young pampered mouth,
-hair drawn back,
-a sense of having reached
-her limits,
-a perfect twenty-two.
-There was a moment
-when she chose all this.
-
-I must begin again,
-without shame.
-
-             Wailana Coffee Shop
-             Honolulu
-
-
-
-
-Spring Dream of SueSue
-
-Perfectly quiet
-a trout lets me hold him.
-
-You surface laughing,
-dark hair,
-blue shirt unbuttoned.
-
-                   March
-
-
-
-
-Lament For Paul
-
-Scratching your beard, excited,
-"Fantastic," you said about
-the Beatles' new record.
-The next night you played
-your own shy songs, surprising us.
-You were crushed beneath your car,
-but your songs, Paul, I heard them.
-We all heard them.
-
-                      Woodstock
-
-
-
-For Coyote
-
-I think of you drinking, dancing,
-unable to sleep, reading until first light,
-a blanket drawn around your shoulders,
-afternoons, working your wheel until
-the time to mingle with true hearts,
-raise glasses, hug, laugh,
-help as you can.
-We are all dying, slower or faster,
-but it hurts to watch.
-And out of the numb exuberant wreckage of your days
-come these raku pots--
-graceful open shapes, lines freely
-scratched into the clay, deep turquoise,
-copper glazes, extravagant, surprised,
-too beautiful for tears.
-
-
-
-
-After Months
-
-Shifting unstable air,
-patches of light,
-raindrops standing on
-the candy red gas tank
-of a Kawasaki 750.
-Coming down harder,
-bouncing off the seat,
-dripping from the tips
-of black rubber handgrips,
-tach speedometer needles
-resting on their zero pegs,
-twin mirrors focused back.
-
-                  October,
-                  Maine
-
-
-
-
-Fortune Cookie
-
-Almond lemon gritty on the tongue,
---_TIMES LONG AGO WILL PRESENT
-A SPECIAL TREASURE TO YOU_--
-A moment whole again?
-To see more clearly, Trudi, 17,
-washing in the Woodland Valley
-stream. Tamey,
-giving me another nickel
-to play pinball.
-Barbara's smile, wanting a child.
-My grandfather's arm, levering
-a floor board, skin hanging
-from his biceps cord,
-holding while I nailed.
-So many treasures I can't quite see.
-
-
-
-
-
-Wrecking Ball, Commercial Street
-
-Salmon streaks of pulverized brick,
-white pigment, tar, nicked and scarred
-in every direction, patina of blows
-on a mute obdurate interior.
-Six weeks I carried it until
-the beautiful surface cast off,
-weightless. The iron opened from
-the inside out and like a new bell
-began to sing.
-
-                        For Elena
-
-
-
-
-The Polynesian Navigator
-
-Swells current,
-sky rimmed,
-shell on a stick chart
-promise of land,
-alone and
-singing.
-
-
-
-
-Kahuna's Way
-
-Twisting through high cane,
-silver green, tossing in the trade winds,
-toward the mountain wall
-dark green jagged, deep shadows
-where a warrior prayed,
-ancient silence, Kahuna's way,
-beyond King Sugar
-and the city that is coming.
-
-                        Hulemalu Road
-                        Kauai
-
-
-
-
-41, In The Honolulu Public Library
-
-Like beautiful fish
-moving slowly through coral,
-they eddy through the library,
-dark hair, bright dark eyes,
-the wisdom of their mothers
-lying gravely on their faces;
-ready to love, to stay,
-they flick away
-on currents deep and proper.
-
-
-
-For Catherine, someday
-in a quiet hour, wondering
-what is possible
-
-When I hold your mother
-while she holds me,
-all that was, is;
-the future comes
-moment to moment,
-complete.
-For this, salmon swim
-their river, elephants
-remember, wild geese
-call out at dusk.
-I fought and risked,
-trusted and betrayed.
-How can you find another
-before you find yourself,
-traveling the heart's way,
-alone, unsure, knowing only
-that you must?
-
-
-
-
-
-Rage's Place
-
-Put your forehead
-on the ground and
-pound your fists.
-Curl on your side,
-close your eyes,
-scream silently.
-You will not be
-answered. No.
-But your cries--
-your cries will be
-clothes and flowers,
-honor
-for the journey.
-
-   for David and Louisa
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-The Purkinje Shift
-
-All day, snow,
-now turning gray,
-trees darker
-in the fading light,
-violet peace
-before the night,
-slowly drifting
-toward the solstice.
-
-              December
-
-
-
-
-Bee Fantasy
-
-Reaching, high on
-the shoulders
-of thinner air,
-rising with the Queen,
-the view! the view! mating
-falling and falling
-back to meadow,
-the warm dark,
-first light,
-dancing out the maps.
-
-
-
-
-The American Way
-
-F18's screaming down
-wing tip to wing tip,
-brave, lethal, steady nerve.
-Johnny Copeland's lead guitar
-ripping through the air,
-taking us faster, inverting, 6 G's,
-dark forehead, sweat, hot and loose.
-Face at the bar, arched eyebrows,
-black hair back, wide mouth,
-brooding, sensual, slightly battered.
-Fighters, blues man, beauty,
-power at the edge,
-the American way.
-
-                      Maine
-
-
-The Sculptor's Trade
-
-On white stands:
-azure/turquoise branches,
-flow and knuckle taken
-by poured bronze--
-bent, welded, gripped,
-held, colored--
-artifacts, works in progress,
-ship's ribs, basketry,
-child's play.
-Hands dream as they fashion,
-remember what they feel
-(her thin shoulder,
-a 9/16 inch wrench).
-Let go. Follow
-the sculptor's trade.
-Find and shape
-what is not known
-until it's made.
-
-                 For John von Bergen
-
-
-
-
-Elegy For Simenon
-
-Fresh air, faintly salty,
-smell of bark and fallen apples,
-small pond, lily pads,
-dark water. White blossoms
-tinged with ruby, floating,
-heavy with light.
-You enter one, still searching.
-Slowly,
-petals fold around you.
-
-                  Deer Isle, Maine
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Unfinished
-
-Your hands
-for clothes.
-Your legs,
-home.
-We
-
-
-For w.cat
-
-Married twice,
-once in a church,
-once in City Hall,
-each good in its way.
-Now I choose the shade
-of a live oak tree, veils
-of Spanish moss,
-a hundred cicadas
-singing in the branches.
-You are in the north,
-but still we join
-beneath this green
-and raucous dome
-Mated. Complete.
-Mindful
-of those
-alone.
-
-        New Smyrna Beach,
-        Florida
-
-
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-
-CAPTAINS ALL
-
-By W.W. Jacobs
-
-
-
-OVER THE SIDE
-
-[Illustration: "Over the Side."]
-
-Of all classes of men, those who follow the sea are probably the most
-prone to superstition.  Afloat upon the black waste of waters, at the
-mercy of wind and sea, with vast depths and strange creatures below them,
-a belief in the supernatural is easier than ashore, under the cheerful
-gas-lamps.  Strange stories of the sea are plentiful, and an incident
-which happened within my own experience has made me somewhat chary of
-dubbing a man fool or coward because he has encountered something he
-cannot explain.  There are stories of the supernatural with prosaic
-sequels; there are others to which the sequel has never been published.
-
-I was fifteen years old at the time, and as my father, who had a strong
-objection to the sea, would not apprentice me to it, I shipped before the
-mast on a sturdy little brig called the _Endeavour,_ bound for Riga.  She
-was a small craft, but the skipper was as fine a seaman as one could wish
-for, and, in fair weather, an easy man to sail under.  Most boys have a
-rough time of it when they first go to sea, but, with a strong sense of
-what was good for me, I had attached myself to a brawny, good-natured
-infant, named Bill Smith, and it was soon understood that whoever hit me
-struck Bill by proxy.  Not that the crew were particularly brutal, but a
-sound cuffing occasionally is held by most seamen to be beneficial to a
-lad's health and morals.  The only really spiteful fellow among them was
-a man named Jem Dadd.  He was a morose, sallow-looking man, of about
-forty, with a strong taste for the supernatural, and a stronger taste
-still for frightening his fellows with it.  I have seen Bill almost
-afraid to go on deck of a night for his trick at the wheel, after a few
-of his reminiscences.  Rats were a favourite topic with him, and he would
-never allow one to be killed if he could help it, for he claimed for them
-that they were the souls of drowned sailors, hence their love of ships
-and their habit of leaving them when they became unseaworthy.  He was a
-firm believer in the transmigration of souls, some idea of which he had,
-no doubt, picked up in Eastern ports, and gave his shivering auditors to
-understand that his arrangements for his own immediate future were
-already perfected.
-
-We were six or seven days out when a strange thing happened.  Dadd had
-the second watch one night, and Bill was to relieve him.  They were not
-very strict aboard the brig in fair weather, and when a man's time was
-up he just made the wheel fast, and, running for'ard, shouted down the
-fo'c's'le.  On this night I happened to awake suddenly, in time to see
-Bill slip out of his bunk and stand by me, rubbing his red eyelids with
-his knuckles.
-
-"Dadd's giving me a long time," he whispered, seeing that I was awake;
-"it's a whole hour after his time."
-
-He pattered up on deck, and I was just turning over, thankful that I was
-too young to have a watch to keep, when he came softly down again, and,
-taking me by the shoulders, shook me roughly.
-
-"Jack," he whispered.  "Jack."
-
-I raised myself on my elbows, and, in the light of the smoking lamp, saw
-that he was shaking all over.
-
-"Come on deck," he said, thickly.
-
-I put on my clothes, and followed him quietly to the sweet, cool air
-above.  It was a beautiful clear night, but, from his manner, I looked
-nervously around for some cause of alarm.  I saw nothing.  The deck was
-deserted, except for the solitary figure at the wheel.
-
-"Look at him," whispered Bill, bending a contorted face to mine.
-
-I walked aft a few steps, and Bill followed slowly.  Then I saw that Jem
-Dadd was leaning forward clumsily on the wheel, with his hands clenched
-on the spokes.
-
-"He's asleep," said I, stopping short.
-
-Bill breathed hard.  "He's in a queer sleep," said he; "kind o' trance
-more like.  Go closer."
-
-I took fast hold of Bill's sleeve, and we both went.  The light of the
-stars was sufficient to show that Dadd's face was very white, and that
-his dim, black eyes were wide open, and staring in a very strange and
-dreadful manner straight before him.
-
-"Dadd," said I, softly, "Dadd!"
-
-There was no reply, and, with a view of arousing him, I tapped one sinewy
-hand as it gripped the wheel, and even tried to loosen it.
-
-He remained immovable, and, suddenly with a great cry, my courage
-deserted me, and Bill and I fairly bolted down into the cabin and woke
-the skipper.
-
-Then we saw how it was with Jem, and two strong seamen forcibly loosened
-the grip of those rigid fingers, and, laying him on the deck, covered him
-with a piece of canvas.  The rest of the night two men stayed at the
-wheel, and, gazing fearfully at the outline of the canvas, longed for
-dawn.
-
-It came at last, and, breakfast over, the body was sewn up in canvas, and
-the skipper held a short service compiled from a Bible which belonged to
-the mate, and what he remembered of the Burial Service proper.  Then the
-corpse went overboard with a splash, and the men, after standing
-awkwardly together for a few minutes, slowly dispersed to their duties.
-
-For the rest of that day we were all very quiet and restrained; pity for
-the dead man being mingled with a dread of taking the wheel when night
-came.
-
-"The wheel's haunted," said the cook, solemnly; "mark my words, there's
-more of you will be took the same way Dadd was."
-
-The cook, like myself, had no watch to keep.
-
-The men bore up pretty well until night came on again, and then they
-unanimously resolved to have a double watch.  The cook, sorely against
-his will, was impressed into the service, and I, glad to oblige my
-patron, agreed to stay up with Bill.
-
-Some of the pleasure had vanished by the time night came, and I seemed
-only just to have closed my eyes when Bill came, and, with a rough shake
-or two, informed me that the time had come.  Any hope that I might have
-had of escaping the ordeal was at once dispelled by his expectant
-demeanour, and the helpful way in which he assisted me with my clothes,
-and, yawning terribly, I followed him on deck.
-
-The night was not so clear as the preceding one, and the air was chilly,
-with a little moisture in it.  I buttoned up my jacket, and thrust my
-hands in my pockets.
-
-"Everything quiet?" asked Bill as he stepped up and took the wheel.
-
-"Ay, ay," said Roberts, "quiet as the grave," and, followed by his
-willing mate, he went below.
-
-I sat on the deck by Bill's side as, with a light touch on the wheel,
-he kept the brig to her course.  It was weary work sitting there, doing
-nothing, and thinking of the warm berth below, and I believe that I
-should have fallen asleep, but that my watchful companion stirred me with
-his foot whenever he saw me nodding.
-
-I suppose I must have sat there, shivering and yawning, for about an
-hour, when, tired of inactivity, I got up and went and leaned over the
-side of the vessel.  The sound of the water gurgling and lapping by was
-so soothing that I began to doze.
-
-I was recalled to my senses by a smothered cry from Bill, and, running to
-him, I found him staring to port in an intense and uncomfortable fashion.
-At my approach, he took one hand from the wheel, and gripped my arm so
-tightly that I was like to have screamed with the pain of it.
-
-"Jack," said he, in a shaky voice, "while you was away something popped
-its head up, and looked over the ship's side."
-
-"You've been dreaming," said I, in a voice which was a very fair
-imitation of Bill's own.
-
-"Dreaming," repeated Bill, "dreaming!  Ah, look there!"
-
-He pointed with outstretched finger, and my heart seemed to stop beating
-as I saw a man's head appear above the side.  For a brief space it peered
-at us in silence, and then a dark figure sprang like a cat on to the
-deck, and stood crouching a short distance away.
-
-A mist came before my eyes, and my tongue failed me, but Bill let off a
-roar, such as I have never heard before or since.  It was answered from
-below, both aft and for'ard, and the men came running up on deck just as
-they left their beds.
-
-"What's up?" shouted the skipper, glancing aloft.
-
-For answer, Bill pointed to the intruder, and the men, who had just
-caught sight of him, came up and formed a compact knot by the wheel.
-
-"Come over the side, it did," panted Bill, "come over like a ghost out of
-the sea."
-
-The skipper took one of the small lamps from the binnacle, and, holding
-it aloft, walked boldly up to the cause of alarm.  In the little patch of
-light we saw a ghastly black-bearded man, dripping with water, regarding
-us with unwinking eyes, which glowed red in the light of the lamp.
-
-"Where did you come from?" asked the skipper.
-
-The figure shook its head.
-
-"Where did you come from?" he repeated, walking up, and laying his hand
-on the other's shoulder.
-
-Then the intruder spoke, but in a strange fashion and in strange words.
-We leaned forward to listen, but, even when he repeated them, we could
-make nothing of them.
-
-"He's a furriner," said Roberts.
-
-"Blest if I've ever 'eard the lingo afore," said Bill.  "Does anybody
-rekernize it?"
-
-Nobody did, and the skipper, after another attempt, gave it up, and,
-falling back upon the universal language of signs, pointed first to the
-man and then to the sea.  The other understood him, and, in a heavy,
-slovenly fashion, portrayed a man drifting in an open boat, and clutching
-and clambering up the side of a passing ship.  As his meaning dawned upon
-us, we rushed to the stern, and, leaning over, peered into the gloom, but
-the night was dark, and we saw nothing.
-
-"Well," said the skipper, turning to Bill, with a mighty yawn, "take him
-below, and give him some grub, and the next time a gentleman calls on
-you, don't make such a confounded row about it."
-
-He went below, followed by the mate, and after some slight hesitation,
-Roberts stepped up to the intruder, and signed to him to follow.  He came
-stolidly enough, leaving a trail of water on the deck, and, after
-changing into the dry things we gave him, fell to, but without much
-appearance of hunger, upon some salt beef and biscuits, regarding us
-between bites with black, lack-lustre eyes.
-
-"He seems as though he's a-walking in his sleep," said the cook.
-
-"He ain't very hungry," said one of the men; "he seems to mumble his
-food."
-
-"Hungry!" repeated Bill, who had just left the wheel.  "Course he ain't
-famished.  He had his tea last night."
-
-The men stared at him in bewilderment.
-
-"Don't you see?" said Bill, still in a hoarse whisper; "ain't you ever
-seen them eyes afore?  Don't you know what he used to say about dying?
-It's Jem Dadd come back to us.  Jem Dadd got another man's body, as he
-always said he would."
-
-"Rot!" said Roberts, trying to speak bravely, but he got up, and, with
-the others, huddled together at the end of the fo'c's'le, and stared in a
-bewildered fashion at the sodden face and short, squat figure of our
-visitor.  For his part, having finished his meal, he pushed his plate
-from him, and, leaning back on the locker, looked at the empty bunks.
-
-Roberts caught his eye, and, with a nod and a wave of his hand, indicated
-the bunks.  The fellow rose from the locker, and, amid a breathless
-silence, climbed into one of them--Jem Dadd's!
-
-He slept in the dead sailor's bed that night, the only man in the
-fo'c's'le who did sleep properly, and turned out heavily and lumpishly in
-the morning for breakfast.
-
-The skipper had him on deck after the meal, but could make nothing of
-him.  To all his questions he replied in the strange tongue of the night
-before, and, though our fellows had been to many ports, and knew a word
-or two of several languages, none of them recognized it.  The skipper
-gave it up at last, and, left to himself, he stared about him for some
-time, regardless of our interest in his movements, and then, leaning
-heavily against the side of the ship, stayed there so long that we
-thought he must have fallen asleep.
-
-"He's half-dead now!" whispered Roberts.
-
-"Hush!" said Bill, "mebbe he's been in the water a week or two, and can't
-quite make it out.  See how he's looking at it now."
-
-He stayed on deck all day in the sun, but, as night came on, returned to
-the warmth of the fo'c's'le.  The food we gave him remained untouched,
-and he took little or no notice of us, though I fancied that he saw the
-fear we had of him.  He slept again in the dead man's bunk, and when
-morning came still lay there.
-
-Until dinner-time, nobody interfered with him, and then Roberts, pushed
-forward by the others, approached him with some food.  He motioned, it
-away with a dirty, bloated hand, and, making signs for water, drank it
-eagerly.
-
-For two days he stayed there quietly, the black eyes always open, the
-stubby fingers always on the move.  On the third morning Bill, who had
-conquered his fear sufficiently to give him water occasionally, called
-softly to us.
-
-"Come and look at him," said he.  "What's the matter with him?"
-
-"He's dying!" said the cook, with a shudder.
-
-"He can't be going to die yet!" said Bill, blankly.
-
-As he spoke the man's eyes seemed to get softer and more life-like, and
-he looked at us piteously and helplessly.  From face to face he gazed in
-mute inquiry, and then, striking his chest feebly with his fist, uttered
-two words.
-
-We looked at each other blankly, and he repeated them eagerly, and again
-touched his chest.
-
-"It's his name," said the cook, and we all repeated them.
-
-He smiled in an exhausted fashion, and then, rallying his energies, held
-up a forefinger; as we stared at this new riddle, he lowered it, and held
-up all four fingers, doubled.
-
-"Come away," quavered the cook; "he's putting a spell on us."
-
-We drew back at that, and back farther still, as he repeated the motions.
-Then Bill's face cleared suddenly, and he stepped towards him.
-
-"He means his wife and younkers!" he shouted eagerly.  "This ain't no Jem
-Dadd!"
-
-It was good then to see how our fellows drew round the dying sailor, and
-strove to cheer him.  Bill, to show he understood the finger business,
-nodded cheerily, and held his hand at four different heights from the
-floor.  The last was very low, so low that the man set his lips together,
-and strove to turn his heavy head from us.
-
-"Poor devil!" said Bill, "he wants us to tell his wife and children
-what's become of him.  He must ha' been dying when he come aboard.  What
-was his name, again?"
-
-But the name was not easy to English lips, and we had already forgotten
-it.
-
-"Ask him again," said the cook, "and write it down.  Who's got a pen?"
-
-He went to look for one as Bill turned to the sailor to get him to repeat
-it.  Then he turned round again, and eyed us blankly, for, by this time,
-the owner had himself forgotten it.
-
-
-
-
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-
-A LOVER'S COMPLAINT
-
-by William Shakespeare
-
-
-
-
-  From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
-  A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
-  My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
-  And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
-  Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
-  Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,
-  Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
-
-  Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
-  Which fortified her visage from the sun,
-  Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
-  The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
-  Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
-  Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage
-  Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.
-
-  Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
-  Which on it had conceited characters,
-  Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine
-  That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,
-  And often reading what contents it bears;
-  As often shrieking undistinguished woe,
-  In clamours of all size, both high and low.
-
-  Sometimes her levelled eyes their carriage ride,
-  As they did batt'ry to the spheres intend;
-  Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
-  To th' orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
-  Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
-  To every place at once, and nowhere fixed,
-  The mind and sight distractedly commixed.
-
-  Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
-  Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride;
-  For some, untucked, descended her sheaved hat,
-  Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
-  Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
-  And, true to bondage, would not break from thence,
-  Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
-
-  A thousand favours from a maund she drew
-  Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
-  Which one by one she in a river threw,
-  Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
-  Like usury applying wet to wet,
-  Or monarchs' hands that lets not bounty fall
-  Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.
-
-  Of folded schedules had she many a one,
-  Which she perused, sighed, tore, and gave the flood;
-  Cracked many a ring of posied gold and bone,
-  Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
-  Found yet moe letters sadly penned in blood,
-  With sleided silk feat and affectedly
-  Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy.
-
-  These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
-  And often kissed, and often 'gan to tear;
-  Cried, 'O false blood, thou register of lies,
-  What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
-  Ink would have seemed more black and damned here!
-  This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
-  Big discontents so breaking their contents.
-
-  A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
-  Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew
-  Of court, of city, and had let go by
-  The swiftest hours observed as they flew,
-  Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
-  And, privileged by age, desires to know
-  In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
-
-  So slides he down upon his grained bat,
-  And comely distant sits he by her side;
-  When he again desires her, being sat,
-  Her grievance with his hearing to divide.
-  If that from him there may be aught applied
-  Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
-  'Tis promised in the charity of age.
-
-  'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
-  The injury of many a blasting hour,
-  Let it not tell your judgement I am old:
-  Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power.
-  I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
-  Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
-  Love to myself, and to no love beside.
-
-  'But woe is me! too early I attended
-  A youthful suit- it was to gain my grace-
-  O, one by nature's outwards so commended
-  That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face.
-  Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;
-  And when in his fair parts she did abide,
-  She was new lodged and newly deified.
-
-  'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
-  And every light occasion of the wind
-  Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
-  What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
-  Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;
-  For on his visage was in little drawn
-  What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.
-
-  'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
-  His phoenix down began but to appear,
-  Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,
-  Whose bare out-bragged the web it seemed to wear:
-  Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear;
-  And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
-  If best were as it was, or best without.
-
-  'His qualities were beauteous as his form,
-  For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
-  Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm
-  As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
-  When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
-  His rudeness so with his authorized youth
-  Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
-
-  'Well could he ride, and often men would say,
-  "That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
-  Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
-  What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!"
-  And controversy hence a question takes
-  Whether the horse by him became his deed,
-  Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed.
-
-  'But quickly on this side the verdict went:
-  His real habitude gave life and grace
-  To appertainings and to ornament,
-  Accomplished in himself, not in his case,
-  All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
-  Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
-  Pierced not his grace, but were all graced by him.
-
-  'So on the tip of his subduing tongue
-  All kind of arguments and question deep,
-  All replication prompt, and reason strong,
-  For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
-  To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
-  He had the dialect and different skill,
-  Catching all passions in his craft of will,
-
-  'That he did in the general bosom reign
-  Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,
-  To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
-  In personal duty, following where he haunted.
-  Consents bewitched, ere he desire, have granted,
-  And dialogued for him what he would say,
-  Asked their own wills, and made their wills obey.
-
-  'Many there were that did his picture get,
-  To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
-  Like fools that in th' imagination set
-  The goodly objects which abroad they find
-  Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned;
-  And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them
-  Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.
-
-  'So many have, that never touched his hand,
-  Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
-  My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
-  And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
-  What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
-  Threw my affections in his charmed power
-  Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.
-
-  'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
-  Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
-  Finding myself in honour so forbid,
-  With safest distance I mine honour shielded.
-  Experience for me many bulwarks builded
-  Of proofs new-bleeding, which remained the foil
-  Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.
-
-  'But ah, who ever shunned by precedent
-  The destined ill she must herself assay?
-  Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content,
-  To put the by-past perils in her way?
-  Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
-  For when we rage, advice is often seen
-  By blunting us to make our wills more keen.
-
-  'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood
-  That we must curb it upon others' proof,
-  To be forbod the sweets that seems so good
-  For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
-  O appetite, from judgement stand aloof!
-  The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
-  Though Reason weep, and cry it is thy last.
-
-  'For further I could say this man's untrue,
-  And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
-  Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew;
-  Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
-  Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
-  Thought characters and words merely but art,
-  And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
-
-  'And long upon these terms I held my city,
-  Till thus he 'gan besiege me: "Gentle maid,
-  Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
-  And be not of my holy vows afraid.
-  That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
-  For feasts of love I have been called unto,
-  Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.
-
-  '"All my offences that abroad you see
-  Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
-  Love made them not; with acture they may be,
-  Where neither party is nor true nor kind.
-  They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
-  And so much less of shame in me remains
-  By how much of me their reproach contains.
-
-  '"Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
-  Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
-  Or my affection put to th' smallest teen,
-  Or any of my leisures ever charmed.
-  Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed;
-  Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
-  And reigned commanding in his monarchy.
-
-  '"Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
-  Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
-  Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
-  Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
-  In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood-
-  Effects of terror and dear modesty,
-  Encamped in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
-
-  '"And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
-  With twisted metal amorously empleached,
-  I have receiv'd from many a several fair,
-  Their kind acceptance weepingly beseeched,
-  With the annexions of fair gems enriched,
-  And deep-brained sonnets that did amplify
-  Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
-
-  '"The diamond? why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
-  Whereto his invised properties did tend;
-  The deep-green em'rald, in whose fresh regard
-  Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
-  The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
-  With objects manifold; each several stone,
-  With wit well blazoned, smiled, or made some moan.
-
-  '"Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
-  Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
-  Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
-  But yield them up where I myself must render-
-  That is, to you, my origin and ender;
-  For these, of force, must your oblations be,
-  Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
-
-  '"O then advance of yours that phraseless hand
-  Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
-  Take all these similes to your own command,
-  Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise;
-  What me your minister for you obeys
-  Works under you; and to your audit comes
-  Their distract parcels in combined sums.
-
-  '"Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
-  Or sister sanctified, of holiest note,
-  Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
-  Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
-  For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
-  But kept cold distance, and did thence remove
-  To spend her living in eternal love.
-
-  '"But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave
-  The thing we have not, mast'ring what not strives,
-  Playing the place which did no form receive,
-  Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves!
-  She that her fame so to herself contrives,
-  The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
-  And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
-
-  '"O pardon me in that my boast is true!
-  The accident which brought me to her eye
-  Upon the moment did her force subdue,
-  And now she would the caged cloister fly.
-  Religious love put out religion's eye.
-  Not to be tempted, would she be immured,
-  And now to tempt all liberty procured.
-
-  '"How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
-  The broken bosoms that to me belong
-  Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
-  And mine I pour your ocean all among.
-  I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
-  Must for your victory us all congest,
-  As compound love to physic your cold breast.
-
-  '"My parts had pow'r to charm a sacred nun,
-  Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,
-  Believed her eyes when they t'assail begun,
-  All vows and consecrations giving place,
-  O most potential love, vow, bond, nor space,
-  In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
-  For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
-
-  '"When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
-  Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
-  How coldly those impediments stand forth,
-  Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
-  Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst
-shame.
-  And sweetens, in the suff'ring pangs it bears,
-  The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
-
-  '"Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
-  Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
-  And supplicant their sighs to your extend,
-  To leave the batt'ry that you make 'gainst mine,
-  Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
-  And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
-  That shall prefer and undertake my troth."
-
-  'This said, his wat'ry eyes he did dismount,
-  Whose sights till then were levelled on my face;
-  Each cheek a river running from a fount
-  With brinish current downward flowed apace.
-  O, how the channel to the stream gave grace!
-  Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses
-  That flame through water which their hue encloses.
-
-  'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
-  In the small orb of one particular tear!
-  But with the inundation of the eyes
-  What rocky heart to water will not wear?
-  What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
-  O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
-  Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.
-
-  'For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
-  Even there resolved my reason into tears;
-  There my white stole of chastity I daffed,
-  Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;
-  Appear to him as he to me appears,
-  All melting; though our drops this diff'rence bore:
-  His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.
-
-  'In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
-  Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
-  Of burning blushes or of weeping water,
-  Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
-  In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
-  To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
-  Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows;
-
-  'That not a heart which in his level came
-  Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
-  Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
-  And, veiled in them, did win whom he would maim.
-  Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
-  When he most burned in heart-wished luxury,
-  He preached pure maid and praised cold chastity.
-
-  'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
-  The naked and concealed fiend he covered,
-  That th' unexperient gave the tempter place,
-  Which, like a cherubin, above them hovered.
-  Who, young and simple, would not be so lovered?
-  Ay me, I fell, and yet do question make
-  What I should do again for such a sake.
-
-  'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
-  O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed,
-  O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
-  O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,
-  O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,
-  Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
-  And new pervert a reconciled maid.'
-
-THE END
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-DEEP WATERS
-
-By W.W. JACOBS
-
-
-
-CONTENTS:
-  BEDRIDDEN
-  THE WINTER OFFENSIVE
-
-
-
-BEDRIDDEN
-
-July 12, 1915.--Disquieting rumours to the effect that epidemic of
-Billetitis hitherto confined to the north of King's Road shows signs of
-spreading.
-
-July 14.--Report that two Inns of Court men have been seen peeping over
-my gate.
-
-July 16.--Informed that soldier of agreeable appearance and charming
-manners requests interview with me.  Took a dose of Phospherine and went.
-Found composite photograph of French, Joffre, and Hindenburg waiting for
-me in the hall.  Smiled (he did, I mean) and gave me the mutilated form
-of salute reserved for civilians.  Introduced himself as Quartermaster-
-Sergeant Beddem, and stated that the Inns of Court O.T.C.  was going
-under canvas next week.  After which he gulped.  Meantime could I take in
-a billet.  Questioned as to what day the corps was going into camp said
-that he believed it was Monday, but was not quite sure--might possibly be
-Tuesday.  Swallowed again and coughed a little.  Accepted billet and felt
-completely re-warded by smile.  Q.M.S.  bade me good-bye, and then with
-the air of a man suddenly remembering something, asked me whether I could
-take two.  Excused myself and interviewed my C.O. behind the dining-room
-door.  Came back and accepted.  Q.M.S.  so overjoyed (apparently) that he
-fell over the scraper.  Seemed to jog his memory.  He paused, and gazing
-in absent fashion at the topmost rose on the climber in the porch, asked
-whether I could take three!  Added hopefully that the third was only a
-boy.  Excused myself.  Heated debate with C.O.  Subject: sheets.
-Returned with me to explain to the Q.M.S.  He smiled.  C.O. accepted at
-once, and, returning smile, expressed regret at size and position of
-bedrooms available.  Q.M.S. went off swinging cane jauntily.
-
-July 17.--Billets arrived.  Spoke to them about next Monday and canvas.
-They seemed surprised.  Strange how the military authorities decline to
-take men into their confidence merely because they are privates.  Let
-them upstairs.  They went (for first and last time) on tiptoe.
-
-July 18.--Saw Q.M.S. Beddem in the town.  Took shelter in the King's
-Arms.
-
-Jug.  3.--Went to Cornwall.
-
-Aug.  31.--Returned.  Billets received me very hospitably.
-
-Sept.  4.--Private Budd, electrical engineer, dissatisfied with
-appearance of bell-push in dining-room, altered it.
-
-Sept.  5.--Bells out of order.
-
-Sept.  6.--Private Merited, also an electrical engineer, helped Private
-Budd to repair bells.
-
-Sept.  7.--Private Budd helped Private Merited to repair bells.
-
-Sept.  8.--Privates Budd and Merited helped each other to repair bells.
-
-Sept.  9.--Sent to local tradesman to put my bells in order.
-
-Sept.  15.--Told that Q.M.S.  Beddem wished to see me.  Saw C.O. first.
-She thought he had possibly come to take some of the billets away.
-Q.M.S. met my approach with a smile that re-minded me vaguely of picture-
-postcards I had seen.  Awfully sorry to trouble me, but Private Montease,
-just back from three weeks' holiday with bronchitis, was sleeping in the
-wood-shed on three planks and a tin-tack.  Beamed at me and waited.  Went
-and bought another bed-stead.
-
-Sept.  16.--Private Montease and a cough entered into residence.
-
-Sept.  17, 11.45 p.m.--Maid came to bedroom-door with some cough lozenges
-which she asked me to take to the new billet.  Took them.  Private
-Montease thanked me, but said he didn't mind coughing.  Said it was an
-heirloom; Montease cough, known in highest circles all over Scotland
-since time of Young Pretender.
-
-Sept.  20.--Private Montease installed in easy-chair in dining-room with
-touch of bronchitis, looking up trains to Bournemouth.
-
-Sept.  21.--Private Montease in bed all day.  Cook anxious "to do her
-bit" rubbed his chest with home-made embrocation.  Believe it is same
-stuff she rubs chests in hall with.  Smells the same anyway.
-
-Sept.  24.--Private Montease, complaining of slight rawness of chest, but
-otherwise well, returned to duty.
-
-Oct.  5.--Cough worse again.  Private Montease thinks that with care it
-may turn to bronchitis.  Borrowed an A.B.C.
-
-Oct.  6.--Private Montease relates uncanny experience.  Woke up with
-feeling of suffocation to find an enormous black-currant and glycerine
-jujube wedged in his gullet.  Never owned such a thing in his life.
-Seems to be unaware that he always sleeps with his mouth open.
-
-Nov.  14.--Private Bowser, youngest and tallest of my billets, gazetted.
-
-Nov.  15, 10.35 a.m.--Private Bowser in tip-top spirits said good-bye to
-us all.
-
-10.45.--Told that Q.M.S.  Beddem desired to see me.  Capitulated.  New
-billet, Private Early, armed to the teeth, turned up in the evening.
-Said that he was a Yorkshireman.  Said that Yorkshire was the finest
-county in England, and Yorkshiremen the finest men in the world.  Stood
-toying with his bayonet and waiting for contradiction.
-
-Jan.  5, 1916.--Standing in the garden just after lunch was witness to
-startling phenomenon.  Q.M.S.  Beddem came towards front-gate with a
-smile so expansive that gate after first trembling violently on its
-hinges swung open of its own accord.  Q.M.S., with smile (sad), said he
-was in trouble.  Very old member of the Inns of Court, Private Keen, had
-re-joined, and he wanted a good billet for him.  Would cheerfully give up
-his own bed, but it wasn't long enough.  Not to be outdone in hospitality
-by my own gate accepted Private Keen.  Q.M.S.  digging hole in my path
-with toe of right boot, and for first and only time manifesting signs of
-nervousness, murmured that two life-long friends of Private Keen's had
-rejoined with him.  Known as the Three Inseparables.  Where they were to
-sleep, unless I----.  Fled to house, and locking myself in top-attic
-watched Q.M.S. from window.  He departed with bent head and swagger-cane
-reversed.
-
-Jan 6.--Private Keen arrived.  Turned out to be son of an old Chief of
-mine.  Resolved not to visit the sins of the father on the head of a
-child six feet two high and broad in proportion.
-
-Feb.  6.--Private Keen came home with a temperature.
-
-Feb.  7.--M.O. diagnosed influenza.  Was afraid it would spread.
-
-Feb.  8.--Warned the other four billets.  They seemed amused.  Pointed
-out that influenza had no terrors for men in No. 2 Company, who were
-doomed to weekly night-ops. under Major Carryon.
-
-Feb.  9.--House strangely and pleasantly quiet.  Went to see how Private
-Keen was progressing, and found the other four billets sitting in a row
-on his bed practising deep-breathing exercises.
-
-Feb.  16.--Billets on night-ops. until late hour.  Spoke in highest terms
-of Major Carryon's marching powers--also in other terms.
-
-March 3.--Waited up until midnight for Private Merited, who had gone to
-Slough on his motor-bike.
-
-March 4, 1.5 a.m.--Awakened by series of explosions from over-worked, or
-badly-worked, motor-bike.  Put head out of window and threw key to
-Private Merited.  He seemed excited.  Said he had been chased all the way
-from Chesham by a pink rat with yellow spots.  Advised him to go to bed.
-Set him an example.
-
-1.10.  a.m.--Heard somebody in the pantry.  2.10.  a.m.--Heard Private
-Merited going upstairs to bed.
-
-2.16 a.m.--Heard Private Merited still going upstairs to bed.
-
-2.20-3.15.  a.m.--Heard Private Merited getting to bed.
-
-April 3, 12.30 a.m.--Town-hooter announced Zeppelins and excited soldier
-called up my billets from their beds to go and frighten them off.
-Pleasant to see superiority of billets over the hooter: that only emitted
-three blasts.
-
-12.50 a.m.--Billets returned with exception of Private Merited, who was
-retained for sake of his motor-bike.
-
-9 a.m.--On way to bath-room ran into Private Merited, who, looking very
-glum and sleepy, inquired whether I had a copy of the Exchange and Mart
-in the house.
-
-10 p.m.--Overheard billets discussing whether it was worth while removing
-boots before going to bed until the Zeppelin scare was over.  Joined in
-discussion.
-
-May 2.--Rumours that the Inns of Court were going under canvas.
-Discredited them.
-
-May 5.--Rumours grow stronger.
-
-May 6.--Billets depressed.  Begin to think perhaps there is something in
-rumours after all.
-
-May 9.-All doubts removed.  Tents begin to spring up with the suddenness
-of mushrooms in fields below Berkhamsted Place.
-
-May 18, LIBERATION DAY.--Bade a facetious good-bye to my billets;
-response lacking in bonhomie.
-
-May 19.-House delightfully quiet.  Presented caller of unkempt appearance
-at back-door with remains of pair of military boots, three empty shaving-
-stick tins, and a couple of partially bald tooth-brushes.
-
-May 21.--In afternoon went round and looked at camp.  Came home smiling,
-and went to favourite seat in garden to smoke.  Discovered Private Early
-lying on it fast asleep.  Went to study.  Private Merited at table
-writing long and well-reasoned letter to his tailor.  As he said he could
-never write properly with anybody else in the room, left him and went to
-bath-room.  Door locked.  Peevish but familiar voice, with a Scotch
-accent, asked me what I wanted; also complained of temperature of water.
-
-May 22.--After comparing notes with neighbours, feel deeply grateful to
-Q.M.S.  Beddem for sending me the best six men in the corps.
-
-July 15.--Feel glad to have been associated, however remotely and humbly,
-with a corps, the names of whose members appear on the Roll of Honour of
-every British regiment.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-THE WINTER OFFENSIVE
-
-_N.B.--Having regard to the eccentricities of the Law of Libel it must be
-distinctly understood that the following does not refer to the
-distinguished officer, Lieut.  Troup Horne, of the Inns of Court.
-Anybody trying to cause mischief between a civilian of eight stone and a
-soldier of seventeen by a statement to the contrary will hear from my
-solicitors._
-
-
-Aug.  29, 1916.--We returned from the sea to find our house still our
-own, and the military still in undisputed possession of the remains of
-the grass in the fields of Berkhamsted Place.  As in previous years, it
-was impossible to go in search of wild-flowers without stumbling over
-sleeping members of the Inns of Court; but war is war, and we grumble as
-little as possible.
-
-Sept.  28.--Unpleasant rumours to the effect that several members of the
-Inns of Court had attributed cases of curvature of the spine to sleeping
-on ground that had been insufficiently rolled.  Also that they had been
-heard to smack their lips and speak darkly of featherbeds.  Respected
-neighbour of gloomy disposition said that if Pharaoh were still alive he
-could suggest an eleventh plague to him beside which frogs and flies were
-an afternoon's diversion.
-
-Oct.  3.--Householders of Berkhamsted busy mending bedsteads broken by
-last year's billets, and buying patent taps for their beer-barrels.
-
-Oct.  15.--Informed that a representative of the Army wished to see me.
-Instead of my old friend Q.M.S. Beddem, who generally returns to life at
-this time of year, found that it was an officer of magnificent presence
-and two pips.  A fine figure of a man, with a great resemblance to the
-late lamented Bismarck, minus the moustache and the three hairs on the
-top of the head.  Asked him to be seated.  He selected a chair that was
-all arms and legs and no hips to speak of and crushed himself into it.
-After which he unfastened his belt and "swelled wisibly afore my werry
-eyes."  Said that his name was True Born and asked if it made any
-difference to me whether I had one officer or half-a-dozen men billeted
-on me.  Said that he was the officer, and that as the rank-and-file were
-not allowed to pollute the same atmosphere, thought I should score.
-After a mental review of all I could remember of the Weights and Measures
-Table, accepted him.  He bade a lingering farewell to the chair, and
-departed.
-
-Oct.  16.--Saw Q.M.S.  Beddem on the other side of the road and gave him
-an absolutely new thrill by crossing to meet him.  Asked diffidently--as
-diffidently as he could, that is--how many men my house would hold.
-Replied eight--or ten at a pinch.  He gave me a surprised and beaming
-smile and whipped out a huge note-book.  Informed him with as much regret
-as I could put into a voice not always under perfect control, that I had
-already got an officer.  Q.M.S., favouring me with a look very
-appropriate to the Devil's Own, turned on his heel and set off in pursuit
-of a lady-billetee, pulling up short on the threshold of the baby-linen
-shop in which she took refuge.  Left him on guard with a Casablanca-like
-look on his face.
-
-Nov.  1.--Lieut. True Born took up his quarters with us.  Gave him my
-dressing-room for bedchamber.  Was awakened several times in the night by
-what I took to be Zeppelins, flying low.
-
-Nov.  2.--Lieut. True Born offered to bet me five pounds to twenty that
-the war would be over by 1922.
-
-Nov.  3.--Offered to teach me auction-bridge.
-
-Nov.  4.--Asked me whether I could play "shove ha'penny."
-
-Nov.  10.--Lieut. True Born gave one of the regimental horses a riding-
-lesson.  Came home grumpy and went to bed early.
-
-Nov.  13.--Another riding-lesson.  Over-heard him asking one of the
-maids whether there was such a thing as a water-bed in the house.
-
-Nov.  17.--Complained bitterly of horse-copers.  Said that his poor mount
-was discovered to be suffering from saddle-soreness, broken wind,
-splints, weak hocks, and two bones of the neck out of place.
-
-Dec.  9.--7 p.m.--One of last year's billets, Private Merited, on leave
-from a gunnery course, called to see me and to find out whether his old
-bed had improved since last year.  Left his motor-bike in the garage, and
-the smell in front of the dining-room window.
-
-8 to 12 p.m.--Sat with Private Merited, listening to Lieut. True Born on
-the mistakes of Wellington.
-
-12.5 a.m.--Rose to go to bed.  Was about to turn out gas in hall when I
-discovered the lieutenant standing with his face to the wall playing pat-
-a-cake with it.  Gave him three-parts of a tumbler of brandy.  Said he
-felt better and went upstairs.  Arrived in his bed-room, he looked about
-him carefully, and then, with a superb sweep of his left arm, swept the
-best Chippendale looking-glass in the family off the dressing table and
-dived face down-wards to the floor, missing death and the corner of the
-chest of drawers by an inch.
-
-12:15 a.m.--Rolled him on to his back and got his feet on the bed.  They
-fell off again as soon as they were cleaner than the quilt.  The
-lieutenant, startled by the crash, opened his eyes and climbed into bed
-unaided.
-
-12.20 a.m.--Sent Private Merited for the M.O., Captain Geranium.
-
-12.25 a.m.--Mixed a dose of brandy and castor-oil in a tumbler.  Am told
-it slips down like an oyster that way--bad oyster, I should think.
-Lieut. True Born jibbed.  Reminded him that England expects that every
-man will take his castor-oil.  Reply unprintable.  Apologized a moment
-later.  Said that his mind was wandering and that he thought he was a
-colonel.  Reassured him.
-
-12.40 a.m.--Private Merited returned with the M.O.  Latter nicely dressed
-in musical-comedy pyjamas of ravishing hue, and great-coat, with rose-
-tinted feet thrust into red morocco slippers.  Held consultation and
-explained my treatment.  M.O. much impressed, anxious to know whether I
-was a doctor.  Told him "No," but that I knew all the ropes.  First give
-patient castor-oil, then diet him and call every day to make sure that he
-doesn't like his food.  After that, if he shows signs of getting well too
-soon, give him a tonic.  .  .  .  M.O. stuffy.
-
-Dec.  10.--M.O. diagnosed attack as due to something which True Born
-believes to be tobacco, with which he disinfects the house, the
-mess-sheds, and the streets of Berkhamsted.
-
-Dec.  11.--True Born, shorn of thirteen pipes a day out of sixteen,
-disparages the whole race of M.O.'s.
-
-Dec.  14.--He obtains leave to attend wedding of a great-aunt and
-ransacks London for a specialist who advocates strong tobacco.
-
-Dec.  15.--He classes specialists with M.O.'s.  Is surprised (and
-apparently disappointed) that, so far, the breaking of the looking-glass
-has brought me no ill-luck.  Feel somewhat uneasy myself until glass is
-repaired by local cabinet-maker.
-
-Jan.  10, 1917.--Lieut. True Born starts to break in another horse.
-
-Feb.  1.--Horse broken.
-
-March 3.--Running short of tobacco, go to my billet's room and try a pipe
-of his.  Take all the remedies except the castor-oil.
-
-April 4, 8.30 a.m.--Awakened by an infernal crash and discover that my
-poor looking-glass is in pieces again on the floor.  True Born explains
-that its position, between the open door and the open window, was too
-much for it.  Don't believe a word of it.  Shall believe to my dying day
-that it burst in a frantic but hopeless attempt to tell Lieut. True Born
-the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
-
-April 6.--The lieutenant watching for some sign of misfortune to me.
-Says that I can't break a mirror twice without ill-luck following it.
-Me!
-
-April 9.--Lieut. True Born comes up to me with a face full of conflicting
-emotions.  "Your ill-luck has come at last," he says with gloomy
-satisfaction.  "We go under canvas on the 23rd.  You are losing me!"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-End of Project Gutenberg's Bedridden and The Winter Offensive, by W.W. Jacobs
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-The Story of the prophet Jonas first translated from Hebrew to English
-by William Tyndale, published in 1531.  This edition has the same wording,
-but modernized spelling.
-
-
-
-The Story of the prophet Jonas.
-
-The first Chapter.
-
-        The word of the lord came unto the prophet Jonas the son of
-Amithai saying: rise and get thee to Nineve that great city and preach
-unto them, how that their wickedness is come up before me.
-
-        And Jonas made him ready to flee to Tharsis from the presence
-of the lord, and gat him down to Joppe, and found there a ship ready to
-go to Tharsis, and paid his fare, and went aboard, to go with them to
-Tharsis from the presence of the lord.
-
-        But the lord hurled a great wind in to the sea, so that there
-was a mighty tempest in the sea: insomuch that the ship was like to go
-in pieces. And the mariners were afraid and cried every man unto his
-god, and cast out the goods that were in the ship in to the sea, to
-lighten it of them. But Jonas gat him under the hatches and laid him
-down and slumbered. And the master of the ship came to him and said
-unto him, why slumberest thou? up! and call unto thy god, that God may
-think on us, that we perish not.
-
-        And they said one to another, come and let us cast lots, to
-know for whose cause we are thus troubled. And they cast lots. And the
-lot fell upon Jonas.
-
-        Then they said unto him, tell us for whose cause we are thus
-troubled: what is thine occupation, whence comest thou, how is thy
-country called, and of what nation art thou?
-
-        And he answered them, I am an Hebrew: and the lord God of
-heaven which made both sea and dry land, I fear. Then were the men
-exceedingly afraid and said unto him, why didst thou so? For they knew
-that he was fled from the presence of the lord, because he had told
-them.
-
-        Then they unto him, what shall we do unto thee, that the sea
-may cease from troubling us? For the sea wrought and was troublous. And
-he answered them, take me and cast me in to the sea, and so shall it
-let you be in rest: for I wot, it is for my sake, that this great
-tempest is come upon you. Nevertheless the men assayed with rowing to
-bring the ship to land: but it would not be, because the sea so wrought
-and was so troublous against them. Wherefore they cried unto the lord
-and said: O lord let us not perish for this mans death, neither lay
-innocent blood unto our charge: for thou lord even as thy pleasure was,
-so thou hast done.
-
-        And then they took Jonas, and cast him into the sea, and the
-sea left raging. And the men feared the lord exceedingly: and
-sacrificed sacrifice unto the lord: and vowed vows.
-
-The second Chapter.
-
-        But the lord prepared a great fish, to swallow up Jonas. And so
-was Jonas in the bowels of the fish three days and three nights. And
-Jonas prayed unto the lord his god out of the bowels of the fish.
-
-        And he said: in my tribulation I called unto the lord, and he
-answered me: out of the belly of hell I cried, and thou heardest my
-voice. For thou hadst cast me down deep in the midst of the se: and the
-flood compassed me about: and all thy waves and rolls of water went
-over me: and I thought that I had been cast away out of thy sight. But
-I will yet again look toward thy holy temple. The water compassed me
-even unto the very soul of me: the deep lay about me: and the weeds
-were wrapped about mine head. And I went down unto the bottom of the
-hills, and was barred in with earth on every side for ever. And yet
-thou lord my God broughtest up my life again out of corruption. When my
-soul fainted in me, I thought on the lord: and my prayer came in unto
-thee, even into thy holy temple. They that observe vain vanities, have
-forsaken him that was merciful unto them. But I will sacrifice unto
-thee with the voice of thanksgiving, and will pay that that I have
-vowed, that saving cometh of the lord.
-
-        And the lord spake unto the fish: and it cast out Jonas again
-upon the dry land.
-
-The third Chapter.
-
-        Then came the word of the lord unto Jonas again saying: up, and
-get thee to Nineve that great city, and preach unto them the preaching
-which I bade thee. And he arose and went to Nineve at the lordes
-commandment. Nineve was a great city unto God, containing three days
-journey.
-
-        And Jonas went to and entered in to the city even a days
-journey, and cried saying: There shall not pass forty days but Nineve
-shall be overthrown.
-
-        And the people of Nineve believed God, and proclaimed fasting,
-and arrayed themselves in sackcloth, as well the great as the small of
-them.
-
-        And the tidings came unto the king of Nineve, which arose out
-of his seat, and did his apparel off and put on sackcloth, and sat him
-down in ashes. And it was cried and commanded in Nineve by the
-authority of the king and of his lords saying: see that neither man or
-beast, ox or sheep taste ought at all, and that they neither feed or
-drink water.
-
-        And they put on sackcloth both man and beast, and cried unto
-God mightily, and turned every man his wicked way, and from doing wrong
-in which they were accustomed, saying: who can tell whether God will
-turn and repent, and cease from his fierce wrath, that we perish not?
-And when God saw their works, how they turned from their wicked ways,
-he repented of the evil which he said he would do unto them, and did it
-not.
-
-The fourth Chapter.
-
-        Wherefore Jonas was sore discontent and angry. And he prayed
-unto the lord and said: O lord, was not this my saying when I was yet
-in my country? And therefore I hasted rather to flee to Tharsis: for I
-knew well enough that thou wast a merciful god, full of compassion,
-long ere thou be angry and of great mercy and repentest when thou art
-come to take punishment. Now therefore take my life from me, for I had
-lever die than live. And the lord said unto Jonas, art thou so angry?
-
-        And Jonas gat him out of the city and sat him down on the east
-side thereof, and made him there a booth and sat thereunder in the
-shadow, till he might see what should chance unto the city.
-
-        And the lord prepared as it were a wild vine which sprang up
-over Jonas, that he might have shadow over his head, to deliver him out
-of his pain. And Jonas was exceeding glad of the wild vine.
-
-        And the lord ordained a worm against the spring of the morrow
-morning which smote the wild vine that it withered away. And as soon
-as the son was up, God prepared a fervent east wind: so that the son
-beat over the head of Jonas, that he fainted again and wished unto his
-soul that he might die, and said, it is better for me to die than to
-live.
-
-        And God said unto Jonas, art thou so angry for thy wild vine?
-And he said, I am angry a good, even on to the death. And the lord
-said, thou hast compassion on a wild vine, whereon thou bestowedest no
-labour nor made it grow, which sprang up in one night and perished in
-another: and should not I have compassion on Nineve that great city,
-wherein there is a multitude of people, even above an hundred thousand
-that know not their right hand from the left, besides much cattle?
-
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-THE LADY OF THE BARGE
-
-AND OTHER STORIES
-
-By W. W. Jacobs
-
-
-
-
-THREE AT TABLE
-
-
-The talk in the coffee-room had been of ghosts and apparitions, and
-nearly everybody present had contributed his mite to the stock of
-information upon a hazy and somewhat thread-bare subject.  Opinions
-ranged from rank incredulity to childlike faith, one believer going so
-far as to denounce unbelief as impious, with a reference to the Witch of
-Endor, which was somewhat marred by being complicated in an inexplicable
-fashion with the story of Jonah.
-
-"Talking of Jonah," he said solemnly, with a happy disregard of the fact
-that he had declined to answer several eager questions put to him on the
-subject, "look at the strange tales sailors tell us."
-
-"I wouldn't advise you to believe all those," said a bluff, clean-shaven
-man, who had been listening without speaking much.  "You see when a
-sailor gets ashore he's expected to have something to tell, and his
-friends would be rather disappointed if he had not."
-
-"It's a well-known fact," interrupted the first speaker firmly, "that
-sailors are very prone to see visions."
-
-"They are," said the other dryly, "they generally see them in pairs, and
-the shock to the nervous system frequently causes headache next morning."
-
-"You never saw anything yourself?"  suggested an unbeliever.
-
-"Man and boy," said the other, "I've been at sea thirty years, and the
-only unpleasant incident of that kind occurred in a quiet English
-countryside."
-
-"And that?"  said another man.
-
-"I was a young man at the time," said the narrator, drawing at his pipe
-and glancing good-humouredly at the company.  "I had just come back from
-China, and my own people being away I went down into the country to
-invite myself to stay with an uncle.  When I got down to the place I
-found it closed and the family in the South of France; but as they were
-due back in a couple of days I decided to put up at the Royal George,
-a very decent inn, and await their return.
-
-"The first day I passed well enough; but in the evening the dulness of
-the rambling old place, in which I was the only visitor, began to weigh
-upon my spirits, and the next morning after a late breakfast I set out
-with the intention of having a brisk day's walk.
-
-"I started off in excellent spirits, for the day was bright and frosty,
-with a powdering of snow on the iron-bound roads and nipped hedges, and
-the country had to me all the charm of novelty.  It was certainly flat,
-but there was plenty of timber, and the villages through which I passed
-were old and picturesque.
-
-"I lunched luxuriously on bread and cheese and beer in the bar of a small
-inn, and resolved to go a little further before turning back.  When at
-length I found I had gone far enough, I turned up a lane at right angles
-to the road I was passing, and resolved to find my way back by another
-route.  It is a long lane that has no turning, but this had several, each
-of which had turnings of its own, which generally led, as I found by
-trying two or three of them, into the open marshes.  Then, tired of
-lanes, I resolved to rely upon the small compass which hung from my watch
-chain and go across country home.
-
-"I had got well into the marshes when a white fog, which had been for
-some time hovering round the edge of the ditches, began gradually to
-spread.  There was no escaping it, but by aid of my compass I was saved
-from making a circular tour and fell instead into frozen ditches or
-stumbled over roots in the grass.  I kept my course, however, until at
-four o'clock, when night was coming rapidly up to lend a hand to the fog,
-I was fain to confess myself lost.
-
-"The compass was now no good to me, and I wandered about miserably,
-occasionally giving a shout on the chance of being heard by some passing
-shepherd or farmhand.  At length by great good luck I found my feet on a
-rough road driven through the marshes, and by walking slowly and tapping
-with my stick managed to keep to it.  I had followed it for some distance
-when I heard footsteps approaching me.
-
-"We stopped as we met, and the new arrival, a sturdy-looking countryman,
-hearing of my plight, walked back with me for nearly a mile, and putting
-me on to a road gave me minute instructions how to reach a village some
-three miles distant.
-
-"I was so tired that three miles sounded like ten, and besides that, a
-little way off from the road I saw dimly a lighted window.  I pointed it
-out, but my companion shuddered and looked round him uneasily.
-
-"'You won't get no good there,' he said, hastily.
-
-"'Why not?' I asked.
-
-"'There's a something there, sir,' he replied, 'what 'tis I dunno, but
-the little 'un belonging to a gamekeeper as used to live in these parts
-see it, and it was never much good afterward.  Some say as it's a poor
-mad thing, others says as it's a kind of animal; but whatever it is, it
-ain't good to see.'
-
-"'Well, I'll keep on, then,' I said.  'Goodnight.'
-
-"He went back whistling cheerily until his footsteps died away in the
-distance, and I followed the road he had indicated until it divided into
-three, any one of which to a stranger might be said to lead straight on.
-I was now cold and tired, and having half made up my mind walked slowly
-back toward the house.
-
-"At first all I could see of it was the little patch of light at the
-window. I made for that until it disappeared suddenly, and I found myself
-walking into a tall hedge. I felt my way round this until I came to a
-small gate, and opening it cautiously, walked, not without some little
-nervousness, up a long path which led to the door. There was no light and
-no sound from within. Half repenting of my temerity I shortened my stick
-and knocked lightly upon the door.
-
-"I waited a couple of minutes and then knocked again, and my stick was
-still beating the door when it opened suddenly and a tall bony old woman,
-holding a candle, confronted me.
-
-"'What do you want?' she demanded gruffly.
-
-"'I've lost my way,' I said, civilly; 'I want to get to Ashville.'
-
-"'Don't know it,' said the old woman.
-
-"She was about to close the door when a man emerged from a room at the
-side of the hall and came toward us.  An old man of great height and
-breadth of shoulder.
-
-"'Ashville is fifteen miles distant,' he said slowly.
-
-"'If you will direct me to the nearest village, I shall be grateful,' I
-remarked.
-
-"He made no reply, but exchanged a quick, furtive glance with the woman.
-She made a gesture of dissent.
-
-"'The nearest place is three miles off,' he said, turning to me and
-apparently trying to soften a naturally harsh voice; 'if you will give me
-the pleasure of your company, I will make you as comfortable as I can.'
-
-"I hesitated.  They were certainly a queer-looking couple, and the gloomy
-hall with the shadows thrown by the candle looked hardly more inviting
-than the darkness outside.
-
-"'You are very kind,' I murmured, irresolutely, 'but--'
-
-"'Come in,' he said quickly; 'shut the door, Anne.'
-
-"Almost before I knew it I was standing inside and the old woman,
-muttering to herself, had closed the door behind me.  With a queer
-sensation of being trapped I followed my host into the room, and taking
-the proffered chair warmed my frozen fingers at the fire.
-
-"'Dinner will soon be ready,' said the old man, regarding me closely. 'If
-you will excuse me.'
-
-"I bowed and he left the room.  A minute afterward I heard voices; his
-and the old woman's, and, I fancied, a third.  Before I had finished my
-inspection of the room he returned, and regarded me with the same strange
-look I had noticed before.
-
-"'There will be three of us at dinner,' he said, at length. 'We two and
-my son.'
-
-"I bowed again, and secretly hoped that that look didn't run in the
-family.
-
-"'I suppose you don't mind dining in the dark,' he said, abruptly.
-
-"'Not at all,' I replied, hiding my surprise as well as I could, 'but
-really I'm afraid I'm intruding. If you'll allow me--'
-
-"He waved his huge gaunt hands. 'We're not going to lose you now we've
-got you,' he said, with a dry laugh.  'It's seldom we have company, and
-now we've got you we'll keep you.  My son's eyes are bad, and he can't
-stand the light.  Ah, here is Anne.'
-
-"As he spoke the old woman entered, and, eyeing me stealthily, began to
-lay the cloth, while my host, taking a chair the other side of the
-hearth, sat looking silently into the fire.  The table set, the old woman
-brought in a pair of fowls ready carved in a dish, and placing three
-chairs, left the room.  The old man hesitated a moment, and then, rising
-from his chair, placed a large screen in front of the fire and slowly
-extinguished the candles.
-
-"'Blind man's holiday,' he said, with clumsy jocosity, and groping his
-way to the door opened it.  Somebody came back into the room with him,
-and in a slow, uncertain fashion took a seat at the table, and the
-strangest voice I have ever heard broke a silence which was fast becoming
-oppressive.
-
-"'A cold night,' it said slowly.
-
-"I replied in the affirmative, and light or no light, fell to with an
-appetite which had only been sharpened by the snack in the middle of the
-day.  It was somewhat difficult eating in the dark, and it was evident
-from the behaviour of my invisible companions that they were as unused to
-dining under such circumstances as I was.  We ate in silence until the
-old woman blundered into the room with some sweets and put them with a
-crash upon the table.
-
-"'Are you a stranger about here?' inquired the curious voice again.
-
-"I replied in the affirmative, and murmured something about my luck in
-stumbling upon such a good dinner.
-
-"'Stumbling is a very good word for it,' said the voice grimly.  'You
-have forgotten the port, father.'
-
-"'So I have,' said the old man, rising.  'It's a bottle of the
-"Celebrated" to-day; I will get it myself.'
-
-"He felt his way to the door, and closing it behind him, left me alone
-with my unseen neighbour.  There was something so strange about the whole
-business that I must confess to more than a slight feeling of uneasiness.
-
-"My host seemed to be absent a long time.  I heard the man opposite lay
-down his fork and spoon, and half fancied I could see a pair of wild eyes
-shining through the gloom like a cat's.
-
-"With a growing sense of uneasiness I pushed my chair back.  It caught
-the hearthrug, and in my efforts to disentangle it the screen fell over
-with a crash and in the flickering light of the fire I saw the face of
-the creature opposite.  With a sharp catch of my breath I left my chair
-and stood with clenched fists beside it.  Man or beast, which was it?
-The flame leaped up and then went out, and in the mere red glow of the
-fire it looked more devilish than before.
-
-"For a few moments we regarded each other in silence; then the door
-opened and the old man returned.  He stood aghast as he saw the warm
-firelight, and then approaching the table mechanically put down a couple
-of bottles.
-
-"'I beg your pardon,' said I, reassured by his presence, 'but I have
-accidentally overturned the screen.  Allow me to replace it.'
-
-"'No,' said the old man, gently, 'let it be.
-
-"'We have had enough of the dark.  I'll give you a light.'
-
-"He struck a match and slowly lit the candles.  Then--I saw that the man
-opposite had but the remnant of a face, a gaunt wolfish face in which one
-unquenched eye, the sole remaining feature, still glittered.  I was
-greatly moved, some suspicion of the truth occurring to me.
-
-"'My son was injured some years ago in a burning house,' said the old
-man.  'Since then we have lived a very retired life.  When you came to
-the door we--' his voice trembled, 'that is-my son---'
-
-"'I thought," said the son simply, 'that it would be better for me not to
-come to the dinner-table.  But it happens to be my birthday, and my
-father would not hear of my dining alone, so we hit upon this foolish
-plan of dining in the dark.  I'm sorry I startled you.'
-
-"'I am sorry,' said I, as I reached across the table and gripped his
-hand, 'that I am such a fool; but it was only in the dark that you
-startled me.'
-
-"From a faint tinge in the old man's cheek and a certain pleasant
-softening of the poor solitary eye in front of me I secretly
-congratulated myself upon this last remark.
-
-"'We never see a friend,' said the old man, apologetically, 'and the
-temptation to have company was too much for us.  Besides, I don't know
-what else you could have done.'
-
-"'Nothing else half so good, I'm sure,' said I.
-
-"'Come,' said my host, with almost a sprightly air.  'Now we know each
-other, draw our chairs to the fire and let's keep this birthday in a
-proper fashion.'
-
-"He drew a small table to the fire for the glasses and produced a box of
-cigars, and placing a chair for the old servant, sternly bade her to sit
-down and drink.  If the talk was not sparkling, it did not lack for
-vivacity, and we were soon as merry a party as I have ever seen.  The
-night wore on so rapidly that we could hardly believe our ears when in a
-lull in the conversation a clock in the hall struck twelve.
-
-"'A last toast before we retire,' said my host, pitching the end of his
-cigar into the fire and turning to the small table.
-
-"We had drunk several before this, but there was something impressive in
-the old man's manner as he rose and took up his glass.  His tall figure
-seemed to get taller, and his voice rang as he gazed proudly at his
-disfigured son.
-
-"'The health of the children my boy saved!' he said, and drained his
-glass at a draught."
-
-
-
-
-
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-
-NIGHT WATCHES
-
-by W.W. Jacobs
-
-
-
-
-THE THREE SISTERS
-
-Thirty years ago on a wet autumn evening the household of Mallett's
-Lodge was gathered round the death-bed of Ursula Mallow, the eldest of
-the three sisters who inhabited it.  The dingy moth-eaten curtains of
-the old wooden bedstead were drawn apart, the light of a smoking oil-
-lamp falling upon the hopeless countenance of the dying woman as she
-turned her dull eyes upon her sisters.  The room was in silence except
-for an occasional sob from the youngest sister, Eunice.  Outside the
-rain fell steadily over the steaming marshes.
-
-"Nothing is to be changed, Tabitha," gasped Ursula to the other sister,
-who bore a striking likeness to her although her expression was harder
-and colder; "this room is to be locked up and never opened."
-
-"Very well," said Tabitha brusquely, "though I don't see how it can
-matter to you then."
-
-"It does matter," said her sister with startling energy.  "How do you
-know, how do I know that I may not sometimes visit it?  I have lived in
-this house so long I am certain that I shall see it again.  I will come
-back.  Come back to watch over you both and see that no harm befalls
-you."
-
-"You are talking wildly," said Tabitha, by no means moved at her
-sister's solicitude for her welfare.  "Your mind is wandering; you know
-that I have no faith in such things."
-
-Ursula sighed, and beckoning to Eunice, who was weeping silently at the
-bedside, placed her feeble arms around her neck and kissed her.
-
-"Do not weep, dear," she said feebly.  "Perhaps it is best so.  A lonely
-woman's life is scarce worth living.  We have no hopes, no aspirations;
-other women have had happy husbands and children, but we in this
-forgotten place have grown old together.  I go first, but you must soon
-follow."
-
-Tabitha, comfortably conscious of only forty years and an iron frame,
-shrugged her shoulders and smiled grimly.
-
-"I go first," repeated Ursula in a new and strange voice as her heavy
-eyes slowly closed, "but I will come for each of you in turn, when your
-lease of life runs out.  At that moment I will be with you to lead your
-steps whither I now go."
-
-As she spoke the flickering lamp went out suddenly as though
-extinguished by a rapid hand, and the room was left in utter darkness.
-A strange suffocating noise issued from the bed, and when the trembling
-women had relighted the lamp, all that was left of Ursula Mallow was
-ready for the grave.
-
-That night the survivors passed together.  The dead woman had been a
-firm believer in the existence of that shadowy borderland which is said
-to form an unhallowed link between the living and the dead, and even the
-stolid Tabitha, slightly unnerved by the events of the night, was not
-free from certain apprehensions that she might have been right.
-
-With the bright morning their fears disappeared.  The sun stole in at
-the window, and seeing the poor earth-worn face on the pillow so touched
-it and glorified it that only its goodness and weakness were seen, and
-the beholders came to wonder how they could ever have felt any dread of
-aught so calm and peaceful.  A day or two passed, and the body was
-transferred to a massive coffin long regarded as the finest piece of
-work of its kind ever turned out of the village carpenter's workshop.
-Then a slow and melancholy cortege headed by four bearers wound its
-solemn way across the marshes to the family vault in the grey old
-church, and all that was left of Ursula was placed by the father and
-mother who had taken that self-same journey some thirty years before.
-
-To Eunice as they toiled slowly home the day seemed strange and Sabbath-
-like, the flat prospect of marsh wilder and more forlorn than usual, the
-roar of the sea more depressing.  Tabitha had no such fancies.  The bulk
-of the dead woman's property had been left to Eunice, and her avaricious
-soul was sorely troubled and her proper sisterly feelings of regret for
-the deceased sadly interfered with in consequence.
-
-"What are you going to do with all that money, Eunice?" she asked as
-they sat at their quiet tea.
-
-"I shall leave it as it stands," said Eunice slowly.  "We have both got
-sufficient to live upon, and I shall devote the income from it to
-supporting some beds in a children's hospital."
-
-"If Ursula had wished it to go to a hospital," said Tabitha in her deep
-tones, "she would have left the money to it herself.  I wonder you do
-not respect her wishes more."
-
-"What else can I do with it then?" inquired Eunice.
-
-"Save it," said the other with gleaming eyes, "save it."
-
-Eunice shook her head.
-
-"No," said she, "it shall go to the sick children, but the principal I
-will not touch, and if I die before you it shall become yours and you
-can do what you like with it."
-
-"Very well," said Tabitha, smothering her anger by a strong effort; "I
-don't believe that was what Ursula meant you to do with it, and I don't
-believe she will rest quietly in the grave while you squander the money
-she stored so carefully."
-
-"What do you mean?"  asked Eunice with pale lips.  "You are trying to
-frighten me; I thought that you did not believe in such things."
-
-Tabitha made no answer, and to avoid the anxious inquiring gaze of her
-sister, drew her chair to the fire, and folding her gaunt arms, composed
-herself for a nap.
-
-For some time life went on quietly in the old house.  The room of the
-dead woman, in accordance with her last desire, was kept firmly locked,
-its dirty windows forming a strange contrast to the prim cleanliness of
-the others.  Tabitha, never very talkative, became more taciturn than
-ever, and stalked about the house and the neglected garden like an
-unquiet spirit, her brow roughened into the deep wrinkles suggestive of
-much thought.  As the winter came on, bringing with it the long dark
-evenings, the old house became more lonely than ever, and an air of
-mystery and dread seemed to hang over it and brood in its empty rooms
-and dark corridors.  The deep silence of night was broken by strange
-noises for which neither the wind nor the rats could be held
-accountable.  Old Martha, seated in her distant kitchen, heard strange
-sounds upon the stairs, and once, upon hurrying to them, fancied that
-she saw a dark figure squatting upon the landing, though a subsequent
-search with candle and spectacles failed to discover anything.  Eunice
-was disturbed by several vague incidents, and, as she suffered from a
-complaint of the heart, rendered very ill by them.  Even Tabitha
-admitted a strangeness about the house, but, confident in her piety and
-virtue, took no heed of it, her mind being fully employed in another
-direction.
-
-Since the death of her sister all restraint upon her was removed, and
-she yielded herself up entirely to the stern and hard rules enforced by
-avarice upon its devotees.  Her housekeeping expenses were kept rigidly
-separate from those of Eunice and her food limited to the coarsest
-dishes, while in the matter of clothes, the old servant was by far the
-better dressed.  Seated alone in her bedroom this uncouth, hard-featured
-creature revelled in her possessions, grudging even the expense of the
-candle-end which enabled her to behold them.  So completely did this
-passion change her that both Eunice and Martha became afraid of her, and
-lay awake in their beds night after night trembling at the chinking of
-the coins at her unholy vigils.
-
-One day Eunice ventured to remonstrate.  "Why don't you bank your money,
-Tabitha?" she said; "it is surely not safe to keep such large sums in
-such a lonely house."
-
-"Large sums!" repeated the exasperated Tabitha, "large sums!  what
-nonsense is this?  You know well that I have barely sufficient to keep
-me."
-
-"It's a great temptation to housebreakers," said her sister, not
-pressing the point.  "I made sure last night that I heard somebody in
-the house."
-
-"Did you?"  said Tabitha, grasping her arm, a horrible look on her face.
-"So did I.  I thought they went to Ursula's room, and I got out of bed
-and went on the stairs to listen."
-
-"Well?" said Eunice faintly, fascinated by the look on her sister's
-face.
-
-"There was something there," said Tabitha slowly.  "I'll swear it, for I
-stood on the landing by her door and listened; something scuffling on
-the floor round and round the room.  At first I thought it was the cat,
-but when I went up there this morning the door was still locked, and the
-cat was in the kitchen."
-
-"Oh, let us leave this dreadful house," moaned Eunice.
-
-"What!" said her sister grimly; "afraid of poor Ursula?  Why should you
-be?  Your own sister who nursed you when you were a babe, and who
-perhaps even now comes and watches over your slumbers."
-
-"Oh!" said Eunice, pressing her hand to her side, "if I saw her I should
-die.  I should think that she had come for me as she said she would. O
-God! have mercy on me, I am dying."
-
-She reeled as she spoke, and before Tabitha could save her, sank
-senseless to the floor.
-
-"Get some water," cried Tabitha, as old Martha came hurrying up the
-stairs, "Eunice has fainted."
-
-The old woman, with a timid glance at her, retired, reappearing shortly
-afterwards with the water, with which she proceeded to restore her much-
-loved mistress to her senses.  Tabitha, as soon as this was
-accomplished, stalked off to her room, leaving her sister and Martha
-sitting drearily enough in the small parlour, watching the fire and
-conversing in whispers.
-
-It was clear to the old servant that this state of things could not last
-much longer, and she repeatedly urged her mistress to leave a house so
-lonely and so mysterious.  To her great delight Eunice at length
-consented, despite the fierce opposition of her sister, and at the mere
-idea of leaving gained greatly in health and spirits.  A small but
-comfortable house was hired in Morville, and arrangements made for a
-speedy change.
-
-It was the last night in the old house, and all the wild spirits of the
-marshes, the wind and the sea seemed to have joined forces for one
-supreme effort.  When the wind dropped, as it did at brief intervals,
-the sea was heard moaning on the distant beach, strangely mingled with
-the desolate warning of the bell-buoy as it rocked to the waves.  Then
-the wind rose again, and the noise of the sea was lost in the fierce
-gusts which, finding no obstacle on the open marshes, swept with their
-full fury upon the house by the creek.  The strange voices of the air
-shrieked in its chimneys windows rattled, doors slammed, and even, the
-very curtains seemed to live and move.
-
-Eunice was in bed, awake.  A small nightlight in a saucer of oil shed a
-sickly glare upon the worm-eaten old furniture, distorting the most
-innocent articles into ghastly shapes.  A wilder gust than usual almost
-deprived her of the protection afforded by that poor light, and she lay
-listening fearfully to the creakings and other noises on the stairs,
-bitterly regretting that she had not asked Martha to sleep with her.
-But it was not too late even now.  She slipped hastily to the floor,
-crossed to the huge wardrobe, and was in the very act of taking her
-dressing-gown from its peg when an unmistakable footfall was heard on
-the stairs.  The robe dropped from her shaking fingers, and with a
-quickly beating heart she regained her bed.
-
-The sounds ceased and a deep silence followed, which she herself was
-unable to break although she strove hard to do so.  A wild gust of wind
-shook the windows and nearly extinguished the light, and when its flame
-had regained its accustomed steadiness she saw that the door was slowly
-opening, while the huge shadow of a hand blotted the papered wall.
-Still her tongue refused its office.  The door flew open with a crash, a
-cloaked figure entered and, throwing aside its coverings, she saw with a
-horror past all expression the napkin-bound face of the dead Ursula
-smiling terribly at her.  In her last extremity she raised her faded
-eyes above for succour, and then as the figure noiselessly advanced and
-laid its cold hand upon her brow, the soul of Eunice Mallow left its
-body with a wild shriek and made its way to the Eternal.
-
-Martha, roused by the cry, and shivering with dread, rushed to the door
-and gazed in terror at the figure which stood leaning over the bedside.
-As she watched, it slowly removed the cowl and the napkin and exposed
-the fell face of Tabitha, so strangely contorted between fear and
-triumph that she hardly recognized it.
-
-"Who's there?" cried Tabitha in a terrible voice as she saw the old
-woman's shadow on the wall.
-
-"I thought I heard a cry," said Martha, entering.  "Did anybody call?"
-
-"Yes, Eunice," said the other, regarding her closely.  "I, too, heard
-the cry, and hurried to her.  What makes her so strange?  Is she in a
-trance?"
-
-"Ay," said the old woman, falling on her knees by the bed and sobbing
-bitterly, "the trance of death.  Ah, my dear, my poor lonely girl, that
-this should be the end of it!  She has died of fright," said the old
-woman, pointing to the eyes, which even yet retained their horror.  "She
-has seen something devilish."
-
-Tabitha's gaze fell.  "She has always suffered with her heart," she
-muttered; "the night has frightened her; it frightened me."
-
-She stood upright by the foot of the bed as Martha drew the sheet over
-the face of the dead woman.
-
-"First Ursula, then Eunice," said Tabitha, drawing a deep breath.  "I
-can't stay here.  I'll dress and wait for the morning."
-
-She left the room as she spoke, and with bent head proceeded to her own.
-Martha remained by the bedside, and gently closing the staring eyes,
-fell on her knees, and prayed long and earnestly for the departed soul.
-Overcome with grief and fear she remained with bowed head until a sudden
-sharp cry from Tabitha brought her to her feet.
-
-"Well," said the old woman, going to the door.
-
-"Where are you?" cried Tabitha, somewhat reassured by her voice.
-
-"In Miss Eunice's bedroom.  Do you want anything?"
-
-"Come down at once.  Quick!  I am unwell."
-
-Her voice rose suddenly to a scream.  "Quick!  For God's sake!  Quick,
-or I shall go mad.  There is some strange woman in the house."
-
-The old woman stumbled hastily down the dark stairs.  "What is the
-matter?"  she cried, entering the room.  "Who is it?  What do you mean?"
-
-"I saw it," said Tabitha, grasping her convulsively by the shoulder.  "I
-was coming to you when I saw the figure of a woman in front of me going
-up the stairs.  Is it--can it be Ursula come for the soul of Eunice, as
-she said she would?"
-
-"Or for yours?"  said Martha, the words coming from her in some odd
-fashion, despite herself.
-
-Tabitha, with a ghastly look, fell cowering by her side, clutching
-tremulously at her clothes.  "Light the lamps," she cried hysterically.
-"Light a fire, make a noise; oh, this dreadful darkness!  Will it never
-be day!"
-
-"Soon, soon," said Martha, overcoming her repugnance and trying to
-pacify her.  "When the day comes you will laugh at these fears."
-
-"I murdered her," screamed the miserable woman, "I killed her with
-fright.  Why did she not give me the money?  'Twas no use to her.  Ah!
-Look there!"
-
-Martha, with a horrible fear, followed her glance to the door, but saw
-nothing.
-
-"It's Ursula," said Tabitha from between her teeth.  "Keep her off!
-Keep her off!"
-
-The old woman, who by some unknown sense seemed to feel the presence of
-a third person in the room, moved a step forward and stood before her.
-As she did so Tabitha waved her arms as though to free herself from the
-touch of a detaining hand, half rose to her feet, and without a word
-fell dead before her.
-
-At this the old woman's courage forsook her, and with a great cry she
-rushed from the room, eager to escape from this house of death and
-mystery.  The bolts of the great door were stiff with age, and strange
-voices seemed to ring in her ears as she strove wildly to unfasten them.
-Her brain whirled.  She thought that the dead in their distant rooms
-called to her, and that a devil stood on the step outside laughing and
-holding the door against her.  Then with a supreme effort she flung it
-open, and heedless of her night-clothes passed into the bitter night.
-The path across the marshes was lost in the darkness, but she found it;
-the planks over the ditches slippery and narrow, but she crossed them in
-safety, until at last, her feet bleeding and her breath coming in great
-gasps, she entered the village and sank down more dead than alive on a
-cottage doorstep.
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-DICKENS IN CAMP
-
-_BY BRET HARTE_
-
-WITH A FOREWORD BY
-
-_Frederick S. Myrtle_
-
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-
-_San Francisco_
-
-JOHN HOWELL
-1922.
-
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-
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-
-FOREWORD
-
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-
-"Dickens In Camp" is held by many admirers of Bret Harte to be his
-masterpiece of verse. The poem is so held for the evident sincerity and
-depth of feeling it displays as well as for the unusual quality of its
-poetic expression.
-
-Bret Hart has been generally accepted as the one American writer who
-possessed above all others the faculty of what may be called heart
-appeal, the power to give to his work that quality of human interest
-which enables the writer and his writings to live in the memory of the
-reading public for all time. By reason of that gift of his Bret Harte
-has been popularly compared with his great contemporary beyond the
-seas, greatest of all sentimentalists among writers of fiction,
-Charles Dickens.
-
-Just how far the younger author selected the elder for his ideal, built
-upon him, so to speak, & held his example constantly before his mental
-vision, may be always a matter of debate amongst students of literature.
-There can be no question of the genuineness of the Californian writer's
-admiration of him who made the whole world laugh or weep with him at
-will. It is recorded Harte that at seven years of age he had read
-"Dombey & Son," and so, as one of his biographers, Henry Childs Merwin,
-observes, "began his acquaintance with that author who was to influence
-him far more than any other." Merwin further declares that "the reading
-of Dickens stimulated his boyish imagination and quickened that sympathy
-with the weak and suffering, with the downtrodden, with the waifs and
-strays, with the outcasts of society, which is remarkable in both
-writers. The spirit of Dickens breathes through the poems and stories of
-Bret Harte just as the spirit of Bret Harte breathes through the poems
-and stories of Kipling. Bret Harte had a very pretty satirical vein
-which might easily have developed, have made him an author of satire
-rather than of sentiment. Who can say that the influence of Dickens,
-coming at the early, plastic period of his life, may not have turned
-the scale?"
-
-Another of his biographers, T. Edgar Pemberton, says his admiration for
-Charles Dickens never waned, but on the contrary, increased as the years
-rolled by. Harte himself, referring in later years to his childhood
-days, to his father's library and the books to which he had access,
-spoke of "the irresistible Dickens." Mr. Pemberton states, also,
-that Bret Harte always felt that he owed a deep debt of gratitude to
-Charles Dickens.
-
-Small wonder, then, that, Bret Harte no matter how unconsciously,
-should have adopted here and there something of the style and some of
-the mannerisms of Dickens. This is directly traceable in his writings,
-even to the extent of his resorting, here and there, to oddities of
-expression which were peculiarly Dickensian.
-
-The English writer, on his part, reciprocated in no small degree the
-feeling of admiration which his works had aroused in the young American.
-His biographer, John Forster, relates that Dickens called his attention
-to two sketches by Bret Harte, "The Luck of Roaring Camp" and "The
-Outcasts of Poker Flat," in which, writes the biographer, "he had found
-such subtle strokes of character as he had not anywhere else in later
-years discovered; the manner resembling himself but the matter fresh to
-a degree that had surprised him; the painting in all respects masterly
-and the wild rude thing painted a quite wonderful reality. I have rarely
-known him more honestly moved."
-
-Dickens gave evidence of this feeling of appreciation in a letter
-addressed to Harte in California, commending his literary efforts,
-inviting him to write a story for "All the Year Round" and bidding him
-sojourn with him at Gad's Hill upon his first visit to England. This
-letter was written shortly before Dickens' death and, unfortunately,
-did not reach Bret Harte until sometime after that sad event.
-
-When word of the passing of "The Master," as he reverently styled him,
-reached Bret Harte he was in San Rafael. He immediately sent a dispatch
-across the bay to San Francisco to hold back the forthcoming publication
-of his "Overland Monthly" for twenty-four hours, and ere that time had
-elapsed the poetic tribute to which the title was given of "Dickens in
-Camp" had been composed and sent on its way to magazine headquarters
-in the Western metropolis. That was in July, 1870.
-
-Late in the '70s, while on his way to a consulship in Germany, Bret
-Harte visited London for the first time. There he was taken in charge
-by Joaquin Miller, the Poet of the Sierras, who in his reminiscences
-relates: "He could not rest until he stood by the grave of Dickens.
-At last one twilight I led him by the hand to where some plain letters
-in a broad, flat stone just below the bust of Thackeray read 'Charles
-Dickens.' Bret Harte is dead now and it will not hurt him in politics,
-where they seem to want the hard and heartless for high places, it will
-not hurt him in politics nor in anything anywhere to tell the plain
-truth, how he tried to speak but choked up, how tears ran down and fell
-on the stone as he bowed his bare head very low, how his hand trembled
-as I led him away."
-
-Many years later, in May, 1890, Bret Harte, in response to a request
-for a facsimile of the original manuscript of "Dickens in Camp" replied
-in part:
-
-"I hurriedly sent the first and only draft of the verses to the office
-at San Francisco, and I suppose after passing the printer's and
-proof-reader's hands it lapsed into the usual oblivion of all editorial
-'copy'.
-
-"I remember that it was very hastily but very honestly written, and it
-is fair to add that it was not until later that I knew for the first
-time that those gentle and wonderful eyes, which I was thinking of as
-being closed forever, had ever rested kindly upon a line of mine."
-
-The poem itself breathes reverence for "The Master" throughout. To
-residents of California, who revel in the outdoor life of her mountains
-& valleys, the poem has a particular attraction for its camp-fire spirit
-which to us seems part and parcel of that outdoor life. It is a far
-cry, perhaps, from the camp-fires of 1849 to the camp-fires of 1922,
-but surely the camp-fire spirit is the same with us in our Western
-wonderland today as it was with those rough old miners who sat around
-the logs under the pines after a day of arduous and oft disappointing
-toil. Surely the visions we see, the lessons we read in the camp-fire
-glow, are much the same as they were then. Surely we build the same
-castles in the air, draw the same inspirations from it. Biographer
-Forster pays the poem this tribute:
-
-"It embodies the same kind of incident which had so affected the master
-himself in the papers to which I have referred; it shows the gentler
-influences which, in even those California wilds, can restore outlawed
-'roaring campers' to silence and humanity; and there is hardly any
-form of posthumous tribute which I can imagine likely to have better
-satisfied his desire of fame than one which should thus connect with the
-special favorite among all his heroines the restraints and authority
-exerted by his genius over the rudest and least civilized of competitors
-in that far, fierce race for wealth."
-
-In the twining of English holly and Western pine upon the great English
-novelist's grave the poet expresses a happy thought. He calls East and
-West together in common appreciation of one whose influence was not
-merely local but worldwide. He invites the old world and the new to
-kneel together at the altar of sentiment, an appeal to the emotions
-which never fails to touch a responsive chord in the heart of humanity.
-
-Frederick S. Myrtle
-
-San Francisco, California
-April, 1922
-
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-
-DICKENS in CAMP
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-
-
-Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,
-  The river sang below;
-The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting
-  Their minarets of snow.
-
-The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted
-  The ruddy tints of health
-On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted
-  In the fierce race for wealth;
-
-Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure
-  A hoarded volume drew,
-And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure
-  To hear the tale anew;
-
-And then, while round them shadows gathered faster,
-  And as the firelight fell,
-He read aloud the book wherein the Master
-  Had writ of "Little Nell."
-
-Perhaps 'twas boyish fancy,--for the reader
-  Was youngest of them all,--
-But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar
-  A silence seemed to fall;
-
-The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows,
-  Listened in every spray,
-While the whole camp, with "Nell" on English meadows,
-  Wandered and lost their way.
-
-And so in mountain solitudes--o'ertaken
-  As by some spell divine--
-Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken
-  From out the gusty pine.
-
-Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire:
-  And he who wrought that spell?--
-Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire,
-  Ye have one tale to tell!
-
-Lost is that camp! but let its fragrant story
-  Blend with the breath that thrills
-With hop-vines' incense all the pensive glory
-  That fills the Kentish hills.
-
-And on that grave where English oak and holly
-  And laurel wreaths intwine,
-Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly,--
-  This spray of Western pine!
-
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-  THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY COPIES OF THIS BOOK
-  PRINTED BY EDWIN GRABHORN FOR JOHN HOWELL.
-  TITLE PAGE AND DECORATIONS BY JOSEPH SINEL.
-  THIS IS COPY NO. [Handwritten: 37]
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-
-Transcribed by David Price, email ccx074@coventry.ac.uk
-
-
-
-
-THE TALISMAN
-FROM THE RUSSIAN OF ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
-WITH OTHER PIECES
-
-
-
-
-Contents:
-
-   The Talisman
-   The Mermaid
-   Ancient Russian Song
-   Ancient Ballad
-   The Renegade
-
-
-
-
-THE TALISMAN
-
-
-From the Russian of Pushkin.
-
-Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
-Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
-And where the moon most brightly mellow
-Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
-Where midst his harem's countless blisses
-The Moslem spends his vital span,
-A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
-Presented me a Talisman.
-
-And said:  until thy latest minute
-Preserve, preserve my Talisman;
-A secret power it holds within it--
-'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
-From pest on land, or death on ocean,
-When hurricanes its surface fan,
-O object of my fond devotion!
-Thou scap'st not by my Talisman.
-
-The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
-Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
-'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
-Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
-Nor high through air on friendly pinions
-Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
-From mournful climes and strange dominions--
-From South to North--my Talisman.
-
-But oh! when crafty eyes thy reason
-With sorceries sudden seek to move,
-And when in Night's mysterious season
-Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
-From proving then, dear youth, a booty
-To those who falsely would trepan
-From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
-Protect thee shall my Talisman.
-
-
-
-
-THE MERMAID
-
-
-From the Russian of Pushkin.
-
-Close by a lake, begirt with forest,
-To save his soul, a Monk intent,
-In fasting, prayer and labours sorest
-His days and nights, secluded, spent;
-A grave already to receive him
-He fashion'd, stooping, with his spade,
-And speedy, speedy death to give him,
-Was all that of the Saints he pray'd.
-
-As once in summer's time of beauty,
-On bended knee, before his door,
-To God he paid his fervent duty,
-The woods grew more and more obscure:
-Down o'er the lake a fog descended,
-And slow the full moon, red as blood,
-Midst threat'ning clouds up heaven wended--
-Then gazed the Monk upon the flood.
-
-He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
-Himself no more the hermit knows:
-He sees with foam the waters rising,
-And then subsiding to repose,
-And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
-A female thence her form uprais'd,
-Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
-And on the bank herself she plac'd.
-
-She gazes on the hermit hoary,
-And combs her long hair, tress by tress;
-The Monk he quakes, but on the glory
-Looks wistful of her loveliness;
-Now becks with hand that winsome creature,
-And now she noddeth with her head,
-Then sudden, like a fallen meteor,
-She plunges in her watery bed.
-
-No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
-No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
-Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
-Before him that mysterious maid.
-Darkness again the wood investeth,
-The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
-And once more on the margin resteth
-The maiden beautiful and pale.
-
-With head she bow'd, with look she courted,
-And kiss'd her hand repeatedly,
-Splashed with the water, gaily sported,
-And wept and laugh'd like infancy--
-She names the monk, with tones heart-urging
-Exclaims "O Monk, come, come to me!" {7}
-Then sudden midst the waters merging
-All, all is in tranquillity.
-
-On the third night the hermit fated
-Beside those shores of sorcery,
-Sat and the damsel fair awaited,
-And dark the woods began to be--
-The beams of morn the night mists scatter,
-No Monk is seen then, well a day!
-And only, only in the water
-The lasses view'd his beard of grey.
-
-
-
-
-ANCIENT RUSSIAN SONG
-
-
-i.
-
-The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
-As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
-A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
-O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
-The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
-The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
-And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
-See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
-From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
-On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
-Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
-Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
-Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
-O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
-By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
-To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
-And the grass and the windel-straws art grasping?
-To his Mother thus the gallant youth made answer:
-'Twas not I, O mother dear, who made me drunken,
-But the Sultan of the Turks has made me drunken
-With three potent, various potations;
-The first of them his keenly cutting sabre;
-The next of them his never failing jav'lin;
-The third of them his pistol's leaden bullet.
-
-ii.
-
-O rustle not, ye verdant oaken branches!
-Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
-When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
-Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
-Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
-Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
-Who assisted thee to ravage and to plunder;
-I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
-I'll tell thee, Tsar! our country's hope and glory,
-I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
-Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
-Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
-The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
-The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
-The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
-My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
-Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
-Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's bantling!
-In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
-For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
-With a house upon the windy plain constructed
-Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
-
-iii.
-
-O thou field of my delight so fair and verdant!
-Thou scene of all my happiness and pleasure!
-O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
-With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
-And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
-One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
-In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and verdant!
-A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
-Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
-And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
-Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
-And its hot blood he sprinkles on the dry ground;
-And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
-Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
-All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
-As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
-Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
-So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
-And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
-His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
-His youthful wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
-The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
-
-
-
-
-ANCIENT BALLAD
-
-
-From the Malo Russian.
-
-From the wood a sound is gliding,
-Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
-How yon Dame her son is chiding.
-"Son, away! nor longer tarry!
-Would the Turks thee off would carry!"
-"Ha; the Turkmen know and heed me;
-Coursers good the Turkmen breed me."
-
-From the wood a sound is gliding,
-Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
-Still that Dame her son is chiding:
-"Hence, begone! nor longer tarry!
-Would the Horde {11} thee off would carry!"
-"Ha! the Horde has learnt to prize me;
-"'Tis the Horde with gold supplies me."
-
-Brings his horse his eldest sister,
-And the next his arms, which glister,
-Whilst the third, with childish prattle,
-Cries, "when wilt return from battle?"
-
-"Fill thy hand with sands, ray blossom!
-Sow them on the rock's rude bosom,
-Night and morning stroll to view them,
-With thy briny tears bedew them,
-And when they shall sprout in glory
-I'll return me from the foray."
-
-From the wood a sound is gliding,
-Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
-Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
-"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my treasure!"
-"Me shall wash the rains which splash me,
-Me shall comb the thorns which gash me,
-Me shall dry the winds which lash me."
-
-
-
-
-THE RENEGADE
-
-
-From the Polish of Mickiewicz.
-
-Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
-Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
-The Pasha on sofa was sitting
-In his harem's glorious centre.
-
-Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
-And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
-In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
-And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
-
-But the Pasha's attention is failing,
-O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
-From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
-Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
-
-What rumour without is there breeding?
-Ye fair ranks asunder why wend ye?
-Kyslar Aga {13b}, a strange captive leading,
-Cometh forward and crieth.  "Efendy!
-
-Whose face has the power when present
-Midst the stars in divan which do muster,
-Which amidst the gems of night's crescent
-Has the blaze of Aldeboran's lustre.
-
-Glance nearer, bright star!  I have tiding,
-Glad tiding, behold how in duty
-From far Lehistan the wind, gliding.
-Has brought this fresh tribute of beauty.
-
-In the Padishaw's garden there bloometh,
-In proud Istambul, no such blossom;
-From the wintry regions she cometh
-Whose memory so lives in thy bosom."
-
-Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
-At her beauty all wonder intensely;
-One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
-And, dropping his tchebouk, without sense lay.
-
-His turban has fallen from his forehead,
-To assist him the bystanders started--
-His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
-See the Renegade's soul has departed.
-
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-
-
-Footnotes:
-
-
-{7}  In the book the opening double-quotes are double commas.  These
-have been replaced by opening quotes in this eBook - DP.
-
-{11}  The Tartar Horde,--generally known by the appellation of "The
-Golden," which, some centuries since, was the dreaded and terrible
-scourge of Southern Russia.
-
-{13a}  Turkish pipe.
-
-{13b}  Keeper of the women.
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-Copyright (C) 2003 Scribolin
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-For info visit:
-www.scribolin.com
-Printed in USA
-Copyright (C) 2003 Scribolin
-ISBN 0-9746226-0-5
-
-                        A Hero and a Great Man
-                                   
-                               Story by
-                          Francis Kruckvich
-                                   
-                           Illustrations by
-                                Fritz
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-A Hero and A Great Man
-
-We hang the petty thieves and appoint
-the great ones to public office
-- Aesop
-
-They say knowledge is power.
-Power walks with ambition.
-Ambition will devour
-A man without vision.
-
-Through a turbid town,
-A great man walks.
-Through a troubled town,
-A great man talks.
-
-He tells tales of bravery.
-On attention he feeds.
-With speech most savory
-He boasts of great deeds.
-
-He is well respected.
-He enjoys much recognition.
-He hopes to be selected
-For a prestigious position.
-
-He likes to be seen.
-He likes to be heard.
-When he is on the scene,
-He fills the air with word.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-As greatness is a need
-This need is his fate.
-He is as great indeed,
-As his need to feel great.
-
-One day as he was walking,
-He happened to overhear
-Two girls that were talking.
-He turned his curious ear.
-
-As their words he overheard,
-He felt his aid was required.
-Always attracted to the spoken word
-To the girls he inquired,
-
-Why do you girls carry on
-In such a vociferous way?
-To you my attention is drawn
-Upon this beautiful day!!!
-
-And to him the him girls inquired,
-Where does the sun go at night?
-He knew an answer was required.
-But he knew not what was right.
-
-Where it goes, he could not say
-As he covertly looked about.
-Being a master of delay,
-He calmly searched for an out.
-
-A man was passing by
-And overheard this conversation.
-He thought he could supply,
-A goodly explanation.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-Details of this man are unknown
-For he lived a life withdrawn.
-He prefers to be quiet and alone.
-A common life he has forgone.
-
-You see, he was not like you and me.
-His methods were strange and new.
-A different world his eyes would see.
-A world in which others would have no clue.
-
-Despite his odd looks.
-He is more then he appears.
-He has read many books,
-Yet still wet behind the ears.
-
-Every culture to its own will conform.
-The mind of the crowd is a shallow creek.
-As this man was far from the norm,
-He was seen by the people as a freak.
-
-He values his peace.
-He is devoted to thought.
-This is his release.
-Nothing finer could be bought.
-
-As peace is a need
-This need is his fate.
-Attempting to run from greed,
-On simplicity he would concentrate.
-
-He never felt the peace
-That he needed to feel.
-He would never cease
-To search for whats real.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-If work was completed
-According to plan,
-It should not be repeated
-By a frustrated man.
-
-The only exception
-For such repetition
-Is the struggle for perfection,
-Or the folly of a politician.
-
-When he did a deed,
-When he found satisfaction,
-He could see no need
-For any further action.
-
-If nothing was there broken
-Or no deed to be done,
-No answer to be spoken,
-Then action was there none.
-
-If there is no disruption
-And everything seems in balance,
-Wasteful action is corruption
-Of the purest talents.
-
-A problem of complexity
-Needs a simple solution.
-A mind in perplexity
-Is lost in convolution.
-
-Now for the girls question,
-He felt he knew, really.
-He had a suggestion,
-And he offered it freely.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-A weary sun will hide
-To give a new night birth.
-The sun then goes to the other side
-Of our blessed Mother Earth.
-
-The problem seemed to be solved.
-The great man saw this.
-He went to get involved.
-For attention he could not miss.
-
-The freaks words had merit.
-An advantage had been gained,
-But the great man could not bear it.
-His status must be maintained.
-
-The freaks words he twisted
-With his eloquent speech.
-His charisma could not be resisted.
-It was he who would teach.
-
-He took the freaks idea
-And made it his own.
-No man would be right
-Except he alone.
-
-He devised his own story
-Using the freaks word.
-He would take the glory
-And make the freak seem absurd.
-
-He is not entirely correct.
-The great man thus began.
-I mean no disrespect
-But I am, of course, a great man!
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-He was on the right track.
-This I wont deny.
-What truth may he lack,
-I will attempt to supply.
-
-He does not know, it seems,
-That our grateful relation
-To the Suns warm beams
-Lies in the Earths rotation.
-
-If you but wait,
-This problem I will solve.
-Upon its axis straight,
-Does the Earth revolve.
-
-As our great God
-Is wont to create,
-Upon this imaginary rod
-Does the Earth rotate.
-
-The sun remains still
-While the Earth moves and spins
-Where the suns warmth may fill
-A new day on Earth begins.
-
-Just as the moon is the reason
-For waves in the ocean
-The change of the season
-Is the Earth in Her motion.
-
-It is basic science.
-The sun could never hide.
-Our Earth is in complete reliance
-Of the Sun on every side.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-The girls were amazed
-At this great display of speech.
-Into the great mans eyes they gazed
-As he proceeded to teach.
-
-A lesson he had taught
-Not unlike a story compiled
-From a borrowed thought
-With its author left reviled.
-
-The freak was appalled
-Watching innocence beguiled.
-The girls were enthralled
-While the great man smiled.
-
-Who was being deceived?
-The freak felt some dismay.
-The great man the girls believed.
-And the freak just walked away.
-
-It seemed childish to contest.
-He saw no reason to fight.
-He thought best not to protest.
-Both of their answers were right.
-
-Over time the great man grew
-To earn a great mans reputation.
-His words would cause much ado
-And even some speculation.
-
-A few weeks quickly went by
-During which time came a threat.
-No rain had fallen from the sky,
-But the ground seemed to be wet.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-Water trickled like blood from a gash.
-Soon the streets turned to mud.
-People could not walk without a splash.
-There was fear that the town would flood.
-
-Slowly, this problem would develop.
-The water would continue to run.
-Eventually, the whole town it would envelop
-If something was not soon done.
-
-Water does not feel sorrow nor care
-Wherever it trickles and roams.
-The people were becoming more aware,
-For it was soon in their homes.
-
-To the great man the people went
-For some kind of solution.
-There must be a way to prevent
-Any further ground dilution.
-
-The great man promised thus,
-To you I can assure,
-For any problem threatening us
-For sure there is a cure!
-
-I will stop this silly little flood.
-Upon the great man you can rely.
-The ground may be covered in mud
-But, somewhere, must a solution lie!
-
-In his office the great man sat
-Staring at the water on the floor.
-He knew not how to deal with that,
-But he knew there would be more.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-Desperately trying to think of a plan
-He repeatedly read the plaque on the wall,
-Here is a Great Man
-He will save us all!
-
-The sparkling water had a sense of beauty
-As it reflected in the plaque.
-A painful reminder of his duty,
-A leader must never slack.
-
-So, eagerly, he donned his heavy boots,
-And ventured forth for a walk
-Through a series of muddy routes,
-For to the people he must talk.
-
-The great man noticed one man solitary
-As he trekked a turbid trail.
-To the woods with buckets he did carry
-In a struggling effort his home to bail.
-
-Though his face he could not see,
-He knew that this man to be clever and brave.
-He could not dwell on who it could be
-For the great man had a town to save.
-
-He thought of the people as his duty required
-To give them this instruction.
-By this sight he was inspired
-To save the town from destruction.
-
-Together we must pull!
-This I must accent!
-So each man scooped a bucket full
-And into the woods with the water they went.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-Soon this method had no effect.
-The water continued to rise.
-The people were beginning to suspect,
-This is not where the solution lies.
-
-The great man saw this method would fail
-But he knew he must not quit.
-Again he trekked the turbid trail
-To this problem he did commit.
-
-Then the great man saw a lone man dig
-A trench in which the water would drop.
-He dug it deep and he dug it big.
-Perhaps, in this trench, the water would stop!
-
-He thought of the people, as his duty required
-To give them this instruction.
-By this site he was again inspired
-To save the town from destruction.
-
-We must dig a great ditch
-In which the water will drop.
-Into this we all must pitch
-If the water we are to stop!
-
-A solution to this we must seek.
-Look to me in your time of need.
-Though the situation may now look bleak,
-We will succeed with my lead!
-
-Upon his shoulder, he felt a hand.
-It was, in fact, the odd man.
-The great man, at first, did not understand.
-Then the freak thus began,
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-You may be great and the people strong,
-But this wont stop the waters force.
-This will not work for very long.
-We must stop it at the source.
-
-The great man let out a great big laugh,
-And to the odd man he talked down.
-You think you can speak on the peoples behalf?
-A great man must save this town!
-We all share the same concern.
-Your offer I do appreciate,
-However, to experience, we must now turn.
-This issue is too great.
-
-As the great man continued to give his speech
-The freak had turned and walked away.
-A solution soon someone must reach
-No matter what the great man would say.
-
-Soon the town will certainly be
-Just a huge pool of mud.
-It is not really hard to see
-That nothing is stopping this great flood.
-
-His mind was cloudy and his feet were muddy.
-While the great man talked and talked,
-The freak used this time to think and study,
-So in search of the source he walked.
-
-The freak followed the water alone.
-Deep into the woods he was led.
-There he found a slab of stone.
-On the stone it read,
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-In the event of a flood
-This lesson should be learned
-Unless you like to live in mud,
-The valve must be turned.
-
-Below these words there was an arrow
-And it was pointing to the creek.
-The creek had begun to overflow.
-This was, no doubt, the source of the leak.
-
-The freak was indeed happy to learn
-How the flood had been produced.
-He found the valve and gave it a turn.
-And the water immediately was reduced.
-
-He went back up the muddy trail
-And told the people what he had done.
-But no one would believe his tale,
-Not a single, solitary one.
-
-Afraid of being deceived,
-The people showed only doubt,
-Why should he be believed?
-What is he all about?
-
-Skepticism and emotion
-Were sparked by the freaks word.
-His story caused quite a commotion,
-And the great man, of course, overheard.
-He said, I will solve this dispute.
-Whatever the problem, there must be a plan.
-Of the truth, we are in pursuit.
-A great problem requires a great man!
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-Id like a word, please come with me,
-To the freak the great man said.
-The freak complied with his plea.
-To the great mans office he was led.
-
-Once in his office, he closed the door.
-He could not wait to ask,
-What did you do, I want to hear more,
-About how you pursued this task.
-
-As the freak began to describe
-The valve at the creek and slab of stone.
-The great man was not willing to subscribe
-To this story by a man who lives alone.
-
-The great man was in disbelief.
-He began to give the freak a speech.
-His talk was not short, nor was it brief.
-To the freak, a lesson he would teach.
-
-He told the freak about being great,
-And that by his word he would rule.
-Being a master at debate,
-He made the freak look like a fool.
-
-From the office the freak went,
-Stuck on the words the great man had said.
-He walked the path back home in resent,
-As the great mans voice he heard in his head.
-
-Its obvious that the town is his.
-He could hear the people as he walked through.
-Who in the world does he think he is?
-He thinks he is a great man too!
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-The farther he walked the angrier he became,
-To think that words could outshine skill.
-Great man, bah...what a name!
-Ill show them all, I will!
-
-Into the forest, he marched in retaliation.
-He felt the need to settle the score.
-He could not bear this indignation.
-This town was not his home anymore.
-
-He found again the slab of stone.
-He found again the valve by the creek.
-Never before had he felt so alone.
-Revenge now did he seek.
-
-In his anger, he turned the valve back.
-The water began to overflow.
-He thought, for a moment, about this attack.
-Then he decided the people must know.
-
-On the way back, he felt some guilt.
-His conscience was big and his mind was young.
-Upon action his existence was built.
-Once back in town, he held his tongue.
-
-The town again began to flood.
-And the people again began to worry.
-The ground again had turned to mud.
-To their buckets again the people would hurry.
-
-The efforts again the great man would direct,
-But an effort repeated is a lesson taught.
-Soon the bucket method had no effect,
-And this sent the great man into thought.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-The man with the bucket, he only saw from afar.
-And the man in the trench, never showed his face.
-He began to feel that this was bizarre,
-And then this pattern, he began to trace.
-
-These men were indeed one and the same!
-The great man was struck with revelation.
-This peculiar freak, with no name,
-Had been the source of his inspiration!
-
-He headed down the muddy trail,
-Into the forest he would withdraw.
-There he dropped his water pale.
-He could not believe what he saw.
-
-There he found a slab of stone
-Just as the freak had said.
-He wondered how this could go unknown
-As the words on the stone he read,
-
-In the event of a flood
-This lesson should be learned
-Unless you like to live in mud,
-The valve must be turned.
-
-Below these words there was an arrow
-And it was pointing to the creek.
-The creek had begun to overflow.
-No doubt this was the source of the leak.
-
-The great man was indeed happy to learn
-How the flood had been produced.
-He found the valve and gave it a turn.
-And the water immediately was reduced.
-  _________________________________________________________________
-
-He went back up the muddy trail,
-And told the people what he had done.
-The people all gathered to hear his tale,
-And all were intrigued, but one.
-
-Knowledge is power, the great man began.
-A man who knows power is a man who is wise.
-The greater the problem, the greater the man
-Who can find the answer thats little in size.
-
-Great men do heroic deeds.
-Over the common men they tower.
-Great men are what this town needs...
-Men who face danger, and do not cower.
-
-I am a great man, but a hero am I?
-Thats a title I cannot claim.
-There are those whose talent we may deny,
-But they are heroes just the same.
-
-As they heard those words so profound,
-The people hailed the great man and cheered.
-The freak looked down at the ground.
-He knew to them he would always seem weird.
-
-The girls who argued about the sun walked by.
-They offered him words so sweet,
-Youre a nice man, theres no need to cry.
-Hes a great man, and he cant be beat.
-
-The freak looked at the girls and smiled.
-He could see that a leader is all they need.
-Its noble to protect the innocence of a child.
-Yes, he said, He is a great man indeed.
-
-The End
-
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-
-THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO
-
-and
-
-THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO
-
-
-By Helen Bannerman
-
-
-
-
-PREFACE.
-
-There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Once
-upon a time there was an English lady in India, where black children
-abound and tigers are everyday affairs, who had two little girls. To
-amuse these little girls she used now and then to invent stories,
-for which, being extremely talented, she also drew and coloured the
-pictures. Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on
-a long railway journey, was the favourite; and it has been put into a
-DUMPY BOOK, and the pictures copies as exactly as possible, in the hope
-that you will like it as much as the two little girls did.
-
-
-
-
-
-THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO.
-
-
-Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little
-Black Sambo.
-
-And his mother was called Black Mumbo.
-
-And his father was called Black Jumbo.
-
-And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of
-beautiful little blue trousers.
-
-And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and bought him a beautiful Green
-Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles
-and Crimson Linings.
-
-And then wasn’t Little Black Sambo grand?
-
-So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in the
-Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said to him, “Little
-Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh!
-Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful little
-Red Coat.” So the Tiger said, “Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but
-you must give me your beautiful little Red Coat.” So the Tiger got poor
-Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Red Coat, and went away saying,
-“Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
-
-And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
-and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And
-Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and
-I’ll give you my beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger said,
-“Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but you must give me your
-beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger got poor Little Black
-Sambo’s beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, “Now I’m
-the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
-
-And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
-and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And
-Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and
-I’ll give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and
-Crimson Linings.”
-
-But the Tiger said, “What use would your shoes be to me? I’ve got four
-feet, and you’ve got only two; you haven’t got enough shoes for me.”
-
-But Little Black Sambo said, “You could wear them on your ears.”
-
-“So I could,” said the Tiger: “that’s a very good idea. Give them to me,
-and I won’t eat you this time.”
-
-So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Purple Shoes
-with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, “Now I’m
-the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
-
-And by and by Little Black Sambo met another Tiger, and it said to him,
-“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo
-said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my
-beautiful Green Umbrella.” But the Tiger said, “How can I carry an
-umbrella, when I need all my paws for walking with?”
-
-“You could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way,” said Little
-Black Sambo. “So I could,” said the Tiger. “Give it to me, and I won’t
-eat you this time.” So he got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful Green
-Umbrella, and went away saying, “Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the
-Jungle.”
-
-And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers
-had taken all his fine clothes.
-
-Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like “Gr-r-r-r-rrrrrr,”
- and it got louder and louder. “Oh! dear!” said Little Black Sambo,
-“there are all the Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I do?”
- So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped round it to see what the
-matter was.
-
-And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which of them
-was the grandest. And at last they all got so angry that they jumped
-up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to tear each other with
-their claws, and bite each other with their great big white teeth.
-
-And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the very tree
-where Little Black Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the
-umbrella. And the Tigers all caught hold of each other’s tails, as they
-wrangled and scrambled, and so they found themselves in a ring round the
-tree.
-
-Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little Black
-Sambo jumped up, and called out, “Oh! Tigers! why have you taken off all
-your nice clothes? Don’t you want them any more?” But the Tigers only
-answered, “Gr-r-rrrr!”
-
-Then Little Black Sambo said, “If you want them, say so, or I’ll take
-them away.” But the Tigers would not let go of each other’s tails, and
-so they could only say “Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!”
-
-So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off.
-
-And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go
-of each other’s tails. And they were so angry, that they ran round the
-tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till
-they were whirling round so fast that you couldn’t see their legs at
-all.
-
-And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just
-melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted
-butter (or “ghi,” as it is called in India) round the foot of the tree.
-
-Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from his work, with a great big
-brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left of all the Tigers
-he said, “Oh! what lovely melted butter! I’ll take that home to Black
-Mumbo for her to cook with.”
-
-So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black
-Mumbo to cook with.
-
-When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn’t she pleased! “Now,” said
-she, “we’ll all have pancakes for supper!”
-
-So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and she made a
-huge big plate of most lovely pancakes. And she fried them in the melted
-butter which the Tigers had made, and they were just as yellow and brown
-as little Tigers.
-
-And then they all sat down to supper. And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven
-pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a
-Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry.
-
-
-
-
-
-THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO
-
-
-By Helen Bannerman
-
-
-
-
-Once upon a time there was a little black girl, and her name was Little
-Black Mingo.
-
-She had no father and mother, so she had to live with a horrid cross old
-woman called Black Noggy, who used to scold her every day, and sometimes
-beat her with a stick, even though she had done nothing naughty.
-
-One day Black Noggy called her, and said, “Take this chatty {ed. A
-chatty is a large ceramic vase used to carry water.} down to the river
-and fill it with water, and come back as fast as you can, QUICK NOW!”
-
-So Little Black Mingo took the chatty and ran down to the river as
-fast as she could, and began to fill it with water, when Cr-r-rrrack!!!
-Bang!!! A horrible big Mugger {ed. A Mugger is an alligator like
-creature.} poked its nose up through the bottom of the chatty and said
-“Ha, ha!! Little Mingo, I’m going to eat you up!”
-
-Little Black Mingo did not say anything. She turned and ran away as fast
-as ever she could, and the Mugger ran after her. But the broken chatty
-round his neck caught his paws, so he could not overtake her.
-
-But when she got back to Black Noggy, and told her how the Mugger had
-broken the chatty, Black Noggy was fearfully angry. “You naughty girl,”
- she said, “you have broken the chatty yourself, I have a good mind to
-beat you.” And if she had not been in such a hurry for the water she
-WOULD have beaten her.
-
-Then she went and fetched the great big chatty that the dhobi used to
-boil the clothes in. “Take this,” said she, “and mind you don’t break
-it, or I WILL beat you.”
-
-“But I can’t carry that when it is full of water,” said Little Black
-Mingo.
-
-“You must go twice, and bring it half full each time,” said Black Noggy.
-
-So Little Black Mingo took the dhobi’s great big chatty, and started
-again to go to the river. But first she went to a little bank above the
-river, and peeped up and down, to see if she could see the old Mugger
-anywhere. But she could not see him, for he was hiding under the very
-bank she was standing on, and though his tail stuck out a little she
-never saw him at all.
-
-She would have liked to run home, but she was too much afraid that Black
-Noggy would beat her.
-
-So Little Black Mingo crept down to the river, and began to fill the big
-chatty with water. And while she was filling it the Mugger came creeping
-softly down behind her and caught her by the tail, saying, “Aha, Little
-Black Mingo, now I’ve got you.”
-
-And Little Black Mingo said, “Oh! Please don’t eat me up, great big
-Mugger.”
-
-“What will you give me, if I don’t eat you up?” said the Mugger. But
-Little Black Mingo was so poor she had nothing to give. So the Mugger
-caught her in his great cruel mouth and swam away with her to an island
-in the middle of the river and set her down beside a huge pile of eggs.
-
-“Those are my eggs,” said he; “to-morrow a little mugger will come out
-of each, and then we will have a great feast, and we will eat you up.”
-
-Then he waddled off to catch fish for himself, and left Little Black
-Mingo alone beside the big pile of eggs.
-
-And Little Black Mingo sat down on a big stone and hid her face in her
-hands, and cried bitterly, because she couldn’t swim and she didn’t know
-how to get away.
-
-Presently she heard a queer little squeaky noise that sounded like
-“Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!!! Oh Little Black Mingo, help me or I shall be
-drowned.” She got up and looked to see what was calling, and she saw
-a bush coming floating down the river with something wriggling and
-scrambling about in it, and as it came near she saw that it was a
-Mongoose that was in the bush. So she waded out as far as she could, and
-caught hold of the bush and pulled it in, and the poor Mongoose crawled
-up her arm on to her shoulder, and she carried him to shore.
-
-When they got to shore the Mongoose shook himself, and Little Black
-Mingo wrung out her petticoat, and so they both very soon got dry.
-
-The Mongoose then began to poke about for something to eat, and very
-soon he found the great big pile of Mugger’s eggs. “Oh, joy!” said he,
-“what’s this?”
-
-“Those are Mugger’s eggs,” said Little Black Mingo.
-
-“I’m not afraid of Muggers!” said the Mongoose; and he sat down and
-began to crack the eggs, and eat the little muggers as they came out.
-And he threw the shells into the water, so that the old Mugger should
-not see that any one had been eating them. But he was careless, and he
-left one eggshell on the edge, and he was hungry and he ate so many that
-the pile got much smaller, and when the old Mugger came back he saw at
-once that some one had been meddling with them.
-
-So he ran to Little Black Mingo, and said, “How dare you eat my eggs?”
-
-“Indeed, indeed I didn’t,” said Little Black Mingo.
-
-“Then who could it have been?” said the Mugger, and he ran back to the
-eggs as fast as he could, and sure enough when he got back he found the
-Mongoose had eaten a whole lot more!!
-
-Then he said to himself, “I must stay beside my eggs till they are
-hatched into little muggers, or the Mongoose will eat them all.” So he
-curled himself into a ring round the eggs and went to sleep.
-
-But while he was asleep the Mongoose came to eat some more of the eggs,
-and ate as many as he wanted, and when the Mugger woke this time, oh!
-WHAT a rage he was in, for there were only six eggs left! He roared so
-loud that all the little muggers inside the shells gnashed their teeth,
-and tried to roar too.
-
-Then he said, “I know what I’ll do, I’ll fetch Little Black Mingo’s big
-chatty and cover my eggs with that, then the Mongoose won’t be able to
-get at them.” So he swam across to the shore, and fetched the dhobi’s
-big chatty, and covered the eggs with it. “Now, you wicked little
-Mongoose, come and eat my eggs if you can,” said he, and he went off
-quite proud and happy.
-
-By and by the Mongoose came back, and he was terribly disappointed when
-he found the eggs all covered with the big chatty.
-
-So he ran off to Little Black Mingo, and asked her to help him, and
-Little Black Mingo came and took the big chatty off the eggs, and the
-Mongoose ate them every one.
-
-“Now,” said he, “there will be no little muggers to make a feast for
-tomorrow.”
-
-“No,” said Little Black Mingo, “but the Mugger will eat me all by
-himself I am afraid.”
-
-“No he won’t,” said the Mongoose, “for we will sail away together in the
-big chatty before he comes back.”
-
-So he climbed on to the edge of the chatty, and Little Black Mingo
-pushed the chatty out into the water, and then she clambered into it and
-paddled with her two hands as hard as she could, and the big chatty just
-sailed beautifully.
-
-So they got across safely, and Little Black Mingo filled the chatty
-half full of water and took it on her head, and they went up the bank
-together.
-
-But when the Mugger came back, and found only empty egg-shells he was
-fearfully angry. He roared and he raged, and he howled and he yelled,
-till the whole island shook, and his tears ran down his cheeks and
-pattered on the sand like rain.
-
-So he started to chase Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose, and he swam
-across the river as fast as ever he could, and when he was half way
-across he saw them landing, and as he landed they hurried over the first
-ridge.
-
-So he raced after them, but they ran, and just before he caught them
-they got into the house, and banged the door in his face. Then they shut
-all the windows, so he could not get in anywhere.
-
-“All right,” said he, “you will have to come out some time, and then I
-will catch you both, and eat you up.”
-
-So he hid behind the back of the house and waited.
-
-Now Black Noggy was just coming home from the bazaar with a tin of
-kerosene on her head, and a box of matches in her hand.
-
-And when he saw her the Mugger rushed out and gobbled her up, kerosene
-tin, matches and all!!!
-
-When Black Noggy found herself in the Muggers’ dark inside, she wanted
-to see where she was, so she felt for the match-box and took out a match
-and lit it. But the Mugger’s teeth had made holes in the kerosene tin,
-so that the flame of the match caught the kerosene, and BANG!! the
-kerosene exploded, and blew the old Mugger and Black Noggy into little
-bits.
-
-At the fearful noise Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose came running
-out, and there they found Black Noggy and the old Mugger all blown to
-bits.
-
-So Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose got the nice little house for
-their very own, and there they lived happy ever after. And Little Black
-Mingo got the Mugger’s beard for her seat, and the Mongoose got Black
-Noggy’s handkerchief for his. But he was so wee he used to put it on the
-Mugger’s nose, and there they sat, and had their tea every evening.
-
-
-
-
-
-
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-HONORING PARENTS
-
-[Illustration]
-
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-
-HONORING PARENTS.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-_Prepared for the Massachusetts S.S. Society, and revised by the
-Committee of Publication._
-
-BOSTON:
-
-MASS. SABBATH SCHOOL SOCIETY,
-Depository, No. 13 Cornhill.
-
-1851.
-
-
-
-
-HONORING PARENTS.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-I suppose all my young readers have learned the fifth commandment,
-and have often been told that children should honor their parents by
-cheerful and prompt obedience to all their commands. This is one way in
-which parents should be honored continually.
-
-But there is another way by which you may not only show that you feel
-respect for your father and mother yourself, but you may force others to
-feel the same respect for them.
-
-That you may understand what I mean, I will tell you a story of a little
-boy who, for _once_, at least in his life, honored his mother. This
-was not by any command, however, for she was not with him at the time,
-and I do not suppose that she ever heard of the circumstance which I am
-about to tell you.
-
-One morning, a teacher entered her school of about sixty children,
-accompanied by another young lady,--her friend. The children did not
-cluster around as thickly as usual. Some quietly took their seats; and
-others, disliking the restraint of a stranger's presence, ran into the
-play-ground. But nine o'clock soon came; and the teacher, having
-conducted her friend to a seat where she might observe what passed
-around her, rang a small bell, and the seats were soon filled with rosy
-cheeks and smiling countenances. The morning hymn was sung, and then all
-knelt to implore the blessing of him who loved little children when he
-was in the world, and who loves them no less now he is in heaven. They
-rose from their knees; and soon the teacher was busied with classes, and
-the children who could study, with their books.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Miss H. (the stranger) soon became interested in watching the movement
-of six or eight little boys, of four years old, who occupied a low bench
-near her. The smallest of these was a little black-eyed boy, who moved
-about on the seat as much as any one, and made rather more than his
-share of noise. He had a little book of pictures, which he was eagerly
-displaying to the little ones around him; and several times had his
-earnest explanations been interrupted by the voice of the teacher,
-saying, "Willy, my dear, you must look at the pictures without talking;"
-when a rude boy stepped up and snatched it from his hand.
-
-Now, what would you have done, if you had been in Willy's place just
-then? Would you have struck your naughty little playmate, or called him
-bad names? or should you have tried to snatch the book back again? Willy
-knew a better way. He looked troubled, indeed, at first. He asked for
-the book in a very coaxing tone; but when he found that the selfish
-Henry would not give it up, he quietly turned away to find amusement
-in something else.
-
-A little girl, who sat near, now handed Willy a large yellow-covered
-book, full of beautiful painted pictures. His eyes now sparkled more
-brightly than ever, as he began to turn over the leaves. Soon Henry
-spied the pretty book; and not at all ashamed of his unkindness, he
-moved towards Willy, and began to look over his shoulder. Would you not
-have pushed him away, or at least have turned round so as to conceal the
-book? But Willy held it towards him and pointed to the bright pictures
-as pleasantly as if Henry had never been unkind to him.
-
-When school had closed, and the children had left the room, Miss H. said
-to the teacher, "Who is that little boy you called Willy?" "His name is
-William D----," said the teacher; "but why do you wish to know?"
-"Because I know he has a _good mother_," was the reply.
-
-Now, how did this stranger, who never spoke to the little boy in her
-life, know that he had a good mother? Was it not by his kind and
-forgiving conduct to Henry? Yes; she knew that some good mother had
-taught little Willy not to return evil for evil, but to do good to those
-that used him spitefully. It was true, Willy's mother loved the meek and
-forgiving Saviour, and tried to teach her little boy to love him and be
-like him. And was she not honored, when the conduct of her son told
-every one that he had a good mother?
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Dear children, can you not thus honor _your_ parents? But instead
-of this, some children take the opportunity, when they are away from
-their parents, to disobey all their wishes and instructions, and thus
-lead those who see them to suppose that they have not been taught to
-do right. O, how dreadful, that the conduct of a child should cause a
-stranger to say, "I know he has a _bad_ mother!"
-
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-
-Fables for the Times.
-
-_By_ H.W. Phillips.
-
-_Illustrated by_ T.R. Sullivant.
-
-
-
-
-Contents
-
-The Baa-Sheep and the Lion
-The Dog and the Meat
-The Fox and the Grapes
-The Fox and the Crow
-The Ass in the Lion's Skin
-The Horse and the Oyster
-The Monkey and the Ass
-The Merchant and the Fool
-The Wolf and the Sheep
-The Ambitious Hippopotamus
-The Man and the Serpent
-The Appreciative Man
-On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich
-The Idol and the Ass
-The Bee and Jupiter
-The Lion and the Boar
-The Tiger and the Deer
-The Old Man, His Son and the Ass
-The Shipwrecked Traveler
-The Discontented Woman
-
-
-
-
-The Baa-Sheep and the Lion.
-
-
-A baa-sheep was lying under the paw of a black-maned lion. Whatever was
-going to be done had to be done quickly. A thought flashed upon the sheep
-and he said:
-
-"Most dread lord and master, I have heard your voice extolled beyond that
-of all others. Will you not sing me a little selection from Wagner before I
-die?"
-
-The lion, touched in his vanity, immediately started up and roared away
-until the goose-flesh stood out on the rocks. When he had finished, the
-sheep was in tears.
-
-"What means this?" growled the lion in a rage. "Do you presume to criticise
-my singing?"
-
-"Oh, no!" sobbed the sheep. "That is not it. But I have heard that wool was
-the worst thing in the world for the voice, and when I think of the ruin of
-that beautiful organ of yours, consequent upon eating me, I weep to think
-that I was not born hairless."
-
-The lion regarded him out of the corner of his eye. Then, in his grandest
-manner, said: "Run along home to your ma, little sheep; I was only playing
-with you," and walked off through the forest with a great deal of dignity.
-
-[Illustration: The Baa-Sheep and the Lion.]
-
-
-
-
-The Dog and the Meat.
-
-
-A dog with a piece of meat in his mouth was crossing a bridge over a placid
-stream. On looking down he saw another dog with a precisely similar piece
-of meat in the water below him. "That's a singular incident," he thought to
-himself as he prepared to jump in. "But hold a minute! The angle of
-incidence is always equal to the angle of reflection. Upon reflection, I
-find that the other dog and the meat are only optical phenomena." And he
-trotted on his way to Boston without further thought about the matter.
-
-[Illustration: The Dog and the Meat.]
-
-
-
-
-The Fox and the Grapes.
-
-
-A fox stood under an apple-tree and gazed up earnestly at the globes of
-yellow lusciousness. "How sad, for the sake of an old-time piece of
-literature," he said, "that the fox is a carnivorous animal and doesn't
-care particularly about fruit!"
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-We all have plenty of faults without the Truly Good taking the trouble to
-invent them for us.
-
-[Illustration: The Fox and the Grapes.]
-
-
-
-
-The Fox and the Crow.
-
-
-A crow, having stolen a piece of flesh, perched in a tree to enjoy it at
-leisure. A fox saw her, and, being hungry, thought he would employ a little
-diplomacy to get the meat away from her.
-
-"What a prima-donna the crow would be," he said, looking at her with mock
-admiration, "if she only had a voice proportional to her other
-attractions!"
-
-The crow promptly dropped the piece of flesh on his head, completely
-blinding him, and before he could recover from his surprise, lit on his
-back and began to peck him viciously. "I'll have you to know," she cawed,
-"that I'm a proper lady, and the man that compares me to them shameless
-French singing hussies is going to get hurt."
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-Don't praise the soft whiteness of a labor delegate's hands.
-
-[Illustration: The Fox and the Crow.]
-
-
-
-
-The Ass in the Lion's Skin.
-
-
-An ass, by some means unknown to the writer, having managed to get into a
-lion's skin, ran around the neighborhood frightening the beasts into fits.
-When he brayed, they said: "Jupiter! what a magnificent bass voice he has!"
-and he was the pantata of that district until he died of old age.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-A good bluff, well chucked, is liable to do considerable execution.
-
-[Illustration: The Ass in the Lion's Skin.]
-
-
-
-
-The Horse and the Oyster.
-
-
-A very prancy horse, discovering an oyster on the sea-shore, thought to
-show off a little and make the oyster envious.
-
-After he had done some surprising leaps and curvetings, he went up to the
-oyster, and, with a toss of his head, said:
-
-"There! what do you think of that?"
-
-"You must excuse me," answered the bivalve, "but I have been blind from
-birth, and missed the whole show."
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-Of what use is a dress suit in the Desert of Sahara?
-
-[Illustration: The Horse and the Oyster.]
-
-
-
-
-The Monkey and the Ass.
-
-An ass, having seen a monkey doing tricks on a roof, to the edification of
-the villagers, became envious, and essayed to emulate his more agile rival.
-
-The roof broke under his greater weight, and he fell through on his master,
-squashing him flatter than a pan-cake. Thenceforward, having no one to say
-him nay, he lived a life of peace and plenty, coming and going at his own
-sweet will, while the monkey was captured by an organ grinder and works
-eighteen hours a day.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-People are not always such asses as they seem to us.
-
-[Illustration: The Monkey and the Ass.]
-
-
-
-
-The Merchant and the Fool.
-
-
-A merchant of horses was driving his stock to the market. On the road he
-met a venerable old fool, who offered to buy his entire stock.
-
-"It is this way," said the intended purchaser, "I will take your horses
-now, and whenever I find use for one, I will send you the money for it."
-
-"Now the gods be lenient to folly!" exclaimed the indignant merchant.
-"Man, Man! where in the realm of idiocy did you get your knowledge of
-business?"
-
-"I ran a pay-on-publication journal for ten years," said the fool with
-asperity.
-
-But the merchant had vanished in a cloud of oaths and dust.
-
-[Illustration: The Merchant and the Fool.]
-
-
-
-
-The Wolf and the Sheep.
-
-
-A wolf that had been left for dead by the dogs lay not far from a running
-brook. He felt that one good drink might save his life. Just then a sheep
-passed near.
-
-"Pray, sister," said he very gently, but with a sinister twinkle of his eye
-teeth, "bring me some water from yon stream."
-
-"Certainly," said the sheep, and she brought him a glass in which she had
-poured a few knock-out drops. As she sat on his corpse a little later she
-moralized in this manner: "Some clever people are wicked, but all wicked
-people are not clever by a d----d sight."
-
-[Illustration: The Wolf and the Sheep.]
-
-
-
-
-The Ambitious Hippopotamus.
-
-
-A hippopotamus who had dwelt contentedly for years on the banks of a reedy
-stream, looked up one day and saw an eagle.
-
-She became immediately fired with a desire to fly. Having lived a staid and
-respectable life that could not but find favor in the eyes of the gods, she
-raised her voice in prayer.
-
-Jove smiled a little, but granted her request.
-
-On the instant a pair of broad, powerful wings were affixed to her
-shoulders.
-
-She was naturally a trifle nervous about trying them at first, but finally
-mustered up her courage.
-
-Away she swooped, and with a pardonable vanity took her course over a piece
-of jungle where some old friends lived.
-
-Precisely thirty-eight seconds later a convention of animals, all swearing
-and trembling with fright, were trying to conceal themselves in the same
-three-by-four hole in the ground.
-
-The effect on the other animals disconcerted the good-natured hippopotamus
-to such an extent that she lost control of herself and sailed through the
-forest like an avalanche on a bender. Down went the trees and crack went
-the branches, while horror-stricken beasts with bristling hair split the
-welkin with their shrieks.
-
-The hippopotamus made for home at her best speed. Arriving over the
-familiar spot, she let go all holds and came down ker-splash in the mud,
-knocking the astonished little hippopotamuses out into mid-stream.
-
-"Oh, Jupiter! take 'em off!" she gasped. "I now see that the hippopotamus
-was not intended to fly."
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-It takes more than nine bloomers to make a man.
-
-[Illustration: The Ambitious Hippopotamus.]
-
-
-
-
-The Man and the Serpent.
-
-
-A man, who had lived a beautiful purple life, went to sleep under a tree in
-the forest. Jove sent a huge serpent to destroy him. The man awakened as
-the reptile drew near.
-
-"What a horrid sight!" he said. "But let us be thankful that the
-pink-and-green elephant and the feathered hippopotamus are not also in
-evidence."
-
-And he took a dose of bromide and commended himself again to sleep, while
-the serpent withdrew in some confusion.
-
-
-WHAT THIS PROVES TO A THINKING MIND:
-
-Jove himself couldn't get a job as Sunday-School Superintendent on his
-reputation.
-
-[Illustration: The Man and the Serpent.]
-
-
-
-
-The Appreciative Man.
-
-
-A man stood in the archway of an ancient temple. He took in the wonderful
-proportions and drank of the exquisite detail in an ecstasy of delight.
-
-"Oh, great is art!" he cried in a frenzy. "Art is all! the only God!"
-
-Just then an earthquake came mumbling along and jarred the whole country
-loose.
-
-As the man picked himself out of the jumbled-up ruins into the dust-filled
-air, he encountered a lion who had lost his tail and his temper in the
-_mélée_.
-
-"Well, where's your art now?" snarled the lion.[1]
-
-"All in my eye, I reckon," answered the man, as he bathed his damaged
-optic.
-
-[Illustration: The Appreciative Man.]
-
-
-
-
-On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich.
-
-
-An ostrich, who was closely pursued by a hunter, suddenly thrust his head
-deep down into the sand.
-
-"Ah! ah!" exulted the hunter, "I have the silly thing at last." He advanced
-to place a rope around the bird's legs; but the ostrich, who had accurately
-timed his arrival, landed a kick in the pit of his stomach that sent him
-into the hereafter like a bullet through a fog-bank.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-"Umph," said the ostrich as he surveyed his victim, "because a man looks
-sad at the opening of a jack-pot, it doesn't necessarily follow that he's
-only got ace-high."
-
-[Illustration: On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich.]
-
-
-
-
-The Idol and the Ass.
-
-
-An ass felt it his duty to destroy superstition, so he went up to the brass
-idol in the market-place and gave it a vigorous kick.
-
-A dog came to him as he lay groaning on the ground, nursing his broken leg,
-and said, "Well, did you prove anything?"
-
-"Nothing," said the other. "Except that I am an ass."
-
-Deductions to be drawn: Any old thing.
-
-[Illustration: The Idol and the Ass.]
-
-
-
-
-The Bee and Jupiter.
-
-
-A Bee, the queen of all the hives, ascended to Olympus with a present of
-some super-refined honey for Jupiter.
-
-The god was delighted with the honey, and in return offered to grant any
-request the Bee might make.
-
-"Give to me, I pray, O Lord of the Heavens! a sting, that, small and weak
-as I am, I may not be defenceless against my enemies."
-
-Jupiter was quite put out at this demand, as he knew the weapon would be
-used principally against mankind, whom he much loved. But a god's promise
-must be kept, so he said:
-
-"It is granted you."
-
-"Many thanks, most potent one!" cried the Bee, running the new-gained
-weapon in and out with much satisfaction.
-
-Jupiter sternly cut short her thanks, and continued:
-
-"In using this means of defense and offense you will imperil your own life,
-for the sting shall remain in the wound it makes and you shall die from the
-loss of it."
-
-The Bee flew around for a moment, and then lit on the back of the god's
-neck.
-
-"You will kindly reconsider that last clause," she said, "or," in a very
-meaning tone, "I die right here."
-
-Jupiter felt a cold chill take its agitated way up his spinal column.
-
-"All right," he said, hastily. "I don't want to be small about it. Have it
-your own way. Only please get off my neck!"
-
-The Bee went joyously back to earth, humming a song of praise.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-How to play a cinch (Hoyle). "Put both feet on the encircled object.
-Rosin the hands, take a long breath and _Pull_."
-
-[Illustration: The Bee and Jupiter.]
-
-
-
-
-The Lion and the Boar.
-
-
-One Sunday, when the new administration had induced a general thirst, a
-lion and a boar came at the same moment to a corner spring to drink.
-
-"Have one with me," said the lion. "No, sir; this is on me," said the boar.
-From words they came to blows, and while they were in the press of combat
-the clock struck one A.M. and they had to go home cold-sober and disgusted.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-Reform is just the thing for angels.
-
-[Illustration: The Lion and the Boar.]
-
-
-
-
-The Tiger and the Deer.
-
-
-One day a tiger, who had grown remorseful over his murderous career,
-resolved to turn over a new leaf and live on terms of friendly interest
-with the other animals of the forest.
-
-He started out on a campaign of pacification. The first animal he met was
-the deer, whom he addressed in the most courteous and beautiful of
-language, assuring him of his undying affection.
-
-"Bunco!" yelled the deer, as he skipped away from there at the rate of ten
-seconds in even time.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-It is useless to attempt to gain the good-will of suspicious characters.
-
-[Illustration: The Tiger and the Deer.]
-
-
-
-
-The Old Man, His Son and the Ass.
-
-
-An old man and his little boy were once driving an ass to the market-place.
-"What's the matter with one of you riding?" said a passer-by. So the man
-put his boy on the ass and they went on. The next person they met said it
-was a shame to see a boy ride while an old man walked. The man lifted the
-boy off and got on himself. This also excited adverse comment, and the man
-took the boy up behind him. The next critic was a member of the S.P.C.A.,
-and he upbraided them both roundly, saying that they would better carry the
-ass than he them. Thereupon they tied the ass's legs to a long pole and
-carried him between them. While crossing the bridge, into the town, the
-man stumbled and the ass fell into the water and was drowned. They
-promptly sued the city for damages, and compromised on $263, more than
-eight times the value of the ass.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-Hard luck cannot touch smooth people.
-
-[Illustration: The Old Man, His Son and the Ass.]
-
-
-
-
-The Shipwrecked Traveler.
-
-
-A man who had traveled over many countries was shipwrecked off the coast of
-Opera land. After a desperate battle with the waves he managed to near the
-shore where the cruel waves played with him like a cat with a mouse. He
-would pull himself up the beach, half fainting, and a great, dancing,
-hissing breaker would pounce upon him and drive him back.
-
-He called for help until the inhabitants espied him.
-
-They came in a group, the women costumed as milkmaids and the men as
-cavaliers.
-
-After making about twenty feet the company stopped.
-
-"Oh! save him, save him!" sang the soprano.
-
-"Yes, yes! we will save him!" sang back the tenor.
-
-Then everybody sang "Save him, save him; oh, yes, we will save him, save
-him from _the sea_!!!"
-
-The sopranos took a B flat on the last note, while the tenors and altos
-rambled up and down the scale and the bassos bombarded the theme with their
-deepest chest tones.
-
-In the meantime the traveler had been washed out to sea. As the next wave
-brought him to the strand the company advanced once more a short distance,
-and began.
-
-"In the name of Mercy, help me!" screamed the drowning man.
-
-"Oh, hear his piteous cry," sang the tenors, and the prima donna stepped
-out and sang a beautiful aria beginning "Now the cruel waves advancing."
-After she had finished the bass got in front of the company.
-
-He described how his strong arm had plucked the stranger from a watery
-grave, and advanced to the beach to suit the action to the words.
-
-But, alas! the traveler had given up the ghost several minutes before. Then
-the company sang a miserere and went home to lunch.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-The finest of Raphael's canvases would make a poor overcoat.
-
-[Illustration: The Shipwrecked Traveler.]
-
-
-
-
-The Discontented Woman.
-
-
-A woman who was dissatisfied with her husband loudly petitioned Jove to
-send her another. The god listened favorably to her petition and sent her
-a demigod.
-
-In less than a week the woman was bewailing her lot again, saying she never
-cared for mixed goods anyhow, and that while the god-half of her present
-husband might be all right, the man-half snored and chewed tobacco. Jove,
-wearied by her ill-humored persistency, took back the demi-god and sent her
-a man out of the Yellow Book for husband, instead.
-
-Up to the present writing the lady in question hasn't discovered where she
-is at.
-
-
-IMMORAL:
-
-Hysterics and Art are only relations by marriage.
-
-[Illustration: The Discontented Woman.]
-
-[Footnote 1: (editorial note) This was corrected from the original, which
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-No. 556
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-DANGERS ON THE ICE OFF THE COAST OF LABRADOR
-
-With Some Interesting Particulars Respecting the Natives of that Country
-
-Printed for the Religious Tract Society
-
-London
-
-[Price One Penny]
-
-
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-[Illustration]
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-
-The Moravian Missionaries on the coast of Labrador (a part of North
-America) for many years suffered much from the severity of the climate,
-and the savage disposition of the natives. In the year 1782, the
-brethren, Liebisch and Turner, experienced a remarkable preservation of
-their lives; the particulars show the dangers the Missionaries underwent
-in pursuing their labours. To this Narrative are added some further
-particulars, which show their labours were not without success.
-
-Early on March the 11th, they left Nain to go to Okkak, a journey of
-150 miles. They travelled in a sledge drawn by dogs, and another sledge
-with Esquimaux joined them, the whole party consisting of five men, one
-woman, and a child. The weather was remarkably fine, and the track over
-the frozen sea was in the best order, so that they travelled at the
-rate of six or seven miles an hour. All therefore were in good spirits,
-hoping to reach Okkak in two or three days. Having passed the islands
-in the bay, they kept at a considerable distance from the shore, both
-to gain the smoothest part of the ice, and to avoid the high and rocky
-promontory of Kiglapeit. About eight o'clock they met a sledge with
-Esquimaux driving towards the land, who intimated that it might be well
-not to proceed; but as the missionaries saw no reason for it, they paid
-no regard to these hints, and went on. In a while, however, their own
-Esquimaux remarked, that there was a swell under the ice. It was then
-hardly perceptible, except on applying the ear close to the ice, when a
-hollow grating and roaring noise was heard. The weather remained clear,
-and no sudden change was expected. But the motion of the sea under the
-ice had grown so perceptible as rather to alarm our travellers, and they
-began to think it prudent to keep closer to the shore. The ice in many
-places had fissures and cracks, some of which formed chasms of one or
-two feet wide; but as they are not uncommon, and the dogs easily leap
-over them, the sledge following without danger, they are terrible only
-to new comers.
-
-As soon as the sun declined, the wind increased and rose to a storm.
-The snow was driven about by whirl winds, both on the ice and from off
-the peaks of the high mountains, and filled the air. At the same time
-the swell had increased so much, that its effects upon the ice became
-very extraordinary and alarming. The sledges, instead of gliding along
-smoothly upon an even surface, sometimes ran with violence after the
-dogs, and shortly after seemed with difficulty to ascend the rising
-hill; for the elasticity of so vast a body of ice, of many leagues
-square, supported by a troubled sea, though in some places three or four
-yards in thickness, would, in some degree, occasion a motion not unlike
-that of a sheet of paper upon the surface of a rippling stream. Noises
-were now likewise heard in many directions, like the report of cannon,
-owing to the bursting of the ice at some distance.
-
-The Esquimaux drove with all haste towards the shore, as it plainly
-appeared the ice would break and disperse in the open sea. When the
-sledges approached the coast, the prospect before them was truly
-terrific. The ice, having broken loose from the rocks, was forced up
-and down, grinding and breaking into a thousand pieces against the
-precipices, with a tremendous noise, which, added to the raging of
-the wind, and the snow driving about in the air, nearly deprived the
-travellers of the power of hearing and seeing any thing distinctly.
-
-To make the land at any risk, was now the only hope left, but it was
-with the utmost difficulty the frighted dogs could be forced forward,
-the whole body of the ice sinking frequently below the rocks, then
-rising above them. As the only moment to land was that when the ice
-gained the level of the shore, the attempt was extremely nice and
-hazardous. However, by God's mercy, it succeeded; both sledges gained
-the shore, and were drawn up the beach, though with much difficulty.
-
-The travellers had hardly time to reflect with gratitude to God for
-their safety, when that part of the ice from which they had just now
-made good their landing, burst asunder, and the water forcing itself
-from below, covered and precipitated it into the sea. In an instant,
-the whole mass of ice, extending for several miles from the coast, and
-as far as the eye could reach, burst, and was overwhelmed by the rolling
-waves. The sight was tremendous and awfully grand; the large fields of
-ice raising themselves out of the water, striking against each other,
-and plunging into the deep, with a violence not to be described, and a
-noise like the discharge of innumerable batteries of heavy guns. The
-darkness of the night; the roaring of the wind and the sea, and the
-dashing of the waves and ice against the rocks, filled the travellers
-with sensations of awe and horror, so as almost to deprive them of the
-power of utterance. They stood overwhelmed with astonishment at their
-miraculous escape, and even the heathen Esquimaux expressed gratitude
-to God for their deliverance.
-
-The Esquimaux now began to build a hut with snow, about thirty paces
-from the beach, but before they had finished their work, the waves
-reached the place where the sledges were secured, and they were with
-difficulty saved from being washed into the sea. About nine o'clock
-all of them crept into the snow-house, thanking God for this place
-of refuge; for the wind was piercingly cold, and so violent, that it
-required great strength to stand against it.
-
-Before they entered this habitation, they could not help once more
-turning their eyes to the sea, which was now free from ice. They beheld
-with horror, mingled with gratitude for their safety, the enormous waves
-driving furiously before the wind and approaching the shore, where with
-dreadful noise they dashed against the rocks, foaming and filling the
-air with spray. The whole company now got their supper, and having sung
-an evening hymn in the Esquimaux language, lay down to rest about ten
-o'clock. The Esquimaux were soon fast asleep, but brother Liebisch
-could not get any rest, partly on account of the dreadful roaring of
-the wind, and partly owing to a sore throat, which gave him much pain.
-His wakefulness proved the deliverance of the whole party from sudden
-destruction. About two o'clock in the morning, he perceived some salt
-water dropping from the roof of the snow-house upon his lips. On a
-sudden, a tremendous wave broke close to the house, discharging a
-quantity of water into it; a second soon followed, and carried away
-the slab of snow placed as a door before the entrance. The missionaries
-having roused the sleeping Esquimaux, they instantly set to work, One of
-them with a knife cut a passage through the house, and each seizing some
-part of the baggage, threw it out on a higher part of the beach; brother
-Turner assisting them. Brother Liebisch and the woman and child fled
-to a neighbouring eminence. The latter were wrapt up by the Esquimaux
-in a large skin, and the former took shelter behind a rock, for it was
-impossible to stand against the wind, snow, and sleet. Scarcely had the
-company retreated, when an enormous wave carried away the whole house.
-
-They now found themselves a second time delivered from the most imminent
-danger of death; but the remaining part of the night, before the
-Esquimaux could seek and find another and safer place for a snow-house,
-were hours of great distress and very painful reflections. Before the
-day dawned, the Esquimaux cut a hole in a large drift of snow, to serve
-as a shelter to the woman and child and the two missionaries. Brother
-Liebisch, however, owing to the pain in his throat, could not bear the
-closeness of the air, and was obliged to sit down at the entrance,
-being covered with skins, to guard him against the cold. As soon as
-it was light, they built another snow-house, and miserable as such an
-accommodation must be, they were glad and thankful to creep into it.
-
-The missionaries had taken but a small stock of provisions with them,
-merely sufficient for the short journey to Okkak. Joel, his wife and
-child, and Kassigiak, a heathen sorcerer, who was with them, had
-nothing. They were obliged therefore to divide the small stock into
-daily portions, especially as there appeared no hopes of soon quitting
-this place and reaching any dwellings. They therefore resolved to serve
-out no more than a biscuit and a half per day to each. The missionaries
-remained in the snowhouse, and every day endeavoured to boil so much
-water over their lamps, as might supply them with two cups of coffee
-a-piece. Through mercy they were preserved in good health, and, quite
-unexpectedly, brother Liebisch recovered on the first day of his sore
-throat. The Esquimaux also kept up their spirits, and even Kassigiak,
-though a wild heathen, declared; that it was proper to be thankful that
-they were still alive; adding, that if they had remained a little longer
-on the ice yesterday all their bones would have been broken in a short
-time.
-
-Towards noon of the 13th, the weather cleared up, and the sea was seen
-as far as the eye could reach, quite clear and free from ice; but the
-weather being very stormy, the Esquimaux could not quit the snow-house,
-which made them very low-spirited and melancholy. They, however, possess
-one advantage, namely, the power of going to sleep when they please,
-and, if need be, they will sleep for days and night together.
-
-In the evening of the 15th, the sky became clear, and their hopes
-revived. Mark and Joel went out to reconnoitre, and reported that the
-ice had acquired a considerable degree of solidity, and might soon
-afford a safe passage. The poor dogs had now nearly fasted four days,
-but in the prospect of a speedy release, the missionaries allowed to
-each a few morsels of food. The temperature of the air having been
-rather mild, it occasioned new source of distress, for, from the warmth
-of the inhabitants, the roof of the snow-house began to melt, which
-occasioned a continual dropping, and by degrees made every thing soaking
-wet. The missionaries considered this the greatest hardship they had to
-endure, for they had not a dry thread about them, nor a dry place to
-lie in.
-
-On the 16th, early, the sky cleared, but the fine particles of snow were
-driven about like clouds. Their present distress dictated the necessity
-of venturing something to reach the habitations of men, and yet they
-were rather afraid of passing over the newly frozen sea, and could not
-determine what to do. Brother Turner went again with Mark to examine the
-ice, and both seemed satisfied that it had acquired sufficient strength.
-They therefore came to a final resolution to return to Nain, committing
-themselves to the protection of the Lord.
-
-Notwithstanding the wind had considerably increased, accompanied with
-heavy showers of snow and sleet, they ventured to set off at half past
-ten o'clock in the forenoon of the 19th. Mark ran all the way round
-Kiglapeit before the sledge to find a good track, and about one o'clock,
-through God's mercy, they were out of danger and reached the Bay.
-Here they found a good track upon smooth ice, and made a meal upon the
-remnant of their provisions. Thus refreshed, they resolved to proceed
-without stopping till they reached Nain, where they arrived at twelve
-o'clock at night.
-
-It may easily be conceived with what gratitude to God the whole family
-at Nain bade them welcome. During the storm, they had considered with
-some dread, what might be the fate of their brethren, though its
-violence was not felt so much there. Added to this, the hints of the
-Esquimaux had considerably increased their apprehensions for their
-safety, and their fears began to get the better of their hopes. All,
-therefore, joined most fervently in praise and thanksgiving to God,
-for this signal deliverance.
-
-For many years the conversion of the heathen in Labrador, not only
-proceeded very slowly, but was attended with many discouraging
-circumstances. The missionaries had patiently persevered in preaching to
-the natives, and watching every opportunity to make them attentive to
-the best interests of their soils: but reaped little fruit from their
-labours. Visits were frequent, and there was in general no want of
-hearers to address, but they showed no disposition to be instructed.
-If even a salutary impression was occasionally made on their minds, it
-was not abiding. Some families were indeed collected in the different
-settlements, but after staying there the winter, they mostly moved away
-again in summer, and apparently forgot all they had heard.
-
-Before the close of the year 1804, a new period commenced. A fire from
-the Lord was kindled among the Esquimaux, accompanied with the clearest
-evidence of being the effect of the operations of the divine Spirit on
-their hearts. It commenced at Hopedale, the very place which presented
-the most discouraging prospect.
-
-When the Esquimaux of that place returned from their summer excursions,
-the missionaries were delighted to find, that they not only had been
-preserved from sinful practices, but had greatly increased in the
-knowledge of divine truth. They had obtained an humbling insight into
-the corruption and deceitfulness of their hearts, and the wretched state
-of a person void of faith in Christ. This constrained them to cry for
-mercy, and gladly to accept salvation on the terms of the gospel: and
-some afforded encouraging hopes, that they had found forgiveness of sins
-in the blood of Christ, by which their souls were filled with peace
-in believing. Out of the abundance of the heart their mouths spake of
-the love and power of Jesus. Their artless but energetic declarations
-impressed the rest of the inhabitants. They began to feel the necessity
-of true conversion; and in a short time all the adults appeared
-earnestly to seek peace with God. Even several of the children were
-awakened. The missionaries were daily visited by people, who either
-inquired "what they must do to be saved," or testified of the grace of
-God manifested to their souls.
-
-The progress of the mission, in the sequel, supplies sufficient proof,
-that the effect of the gospel, just related, was not a wild fire, or the
-mere consequence of a momentary impression, but a divine work wrought in
-the hearts of the natives by the Spirit of God himself. The missionaries
-frequently mention the attention and diligence shown in the schools,
-both by adults, and children, and the delight and fervour with which
-they engage in their family devotions, and in conversations with each
-other respecting the influence of the gospel on their own souls. Their
-behaviour at public worship likewise very strikingly differed from that
-of former years, with regard to the eagerness with which they now
-attended the house of God, and their deportment during the performance
-of divine service. On one occasion the missionaries remark, "We no
-longer see bold, undaunted heathen sitting before us, with defiance or
-ridicule in their looks; but people expecting, a blessing, desirous to
-experience the power of the word of life, shedding tears of repentance,
-and their whole appearance evincing devotion and earnest inquiry."
-
-Christians! does not this narrative present us with some useful subjects
-for reflection?
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-
-London: Printed for THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
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-EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN,
-_A POEM_.
-
-BY ANNA LÆTITIA BARBAULD.
-
-LONDON:
-
-PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON AND CO.,
-ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD.
-
-1812.
-
-PRINTED BY
-RICHARD TAYLOR AND CO., SHOE LANE.
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-
-EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN.
-
-Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,
-O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:
-To the stern call still Britain bends her ear,
-Feeds the fierce strife, the alternate hope and fear;
-Bravely, though vainly, dares to strive with Fate,
-And seeks by turns to prop each sinking state.
-Colossal Power with overwhelming force                  [2]
-Bears down each fort of Freedom in its course;
-Prostrate she lies beneath the Despot's sway,
-While the hushed nations curse him--and obey,
-
-Bounteous in vain, with frantic man at strife,
-Glad Nature pours the means--the joys of life;
-In vain with orange blossoms scents the gale,
-The hills with olives clothes, with corn the vale;
-Man calls to Famine, nor invokes in vain,
-Disease and Rapine follow in her train;
-The tramp of marching hosts disturbs the plough,
-The sword, not sickle, reaps the harvest now,
-And where the Soldier gleans the scant supply.
-The helpless Peasant but retires to die;
-No laws his hut from licensed outrage shield,           [3]
-And war's least horror is the ensanguined field.
-
-Fruitful in vain, the matron counts with pride
-The blooming youths that grace her honoured side;
-No son returns to press her widow'd hand,
-Her fallen blossoms strew a foreign strand.
---Fruitful in vain, she boasts her virgin race,
-Whom cultured arts adorn and gentlest grace;
-Defrauded of its homage, Beauty mourns,
-And the rose withers on its virgin thorns.
-Frequent, some stream obscure, some uncouth name
-By deeds of blood is lifted into fame;
-Oft o'er the daily page some soft-one bends
-To learn the fate of husband, brothers, friends,
-Or the spread map with anxious eye explores,            [4]
-Its dotted boundaries and penciled shores,
-Asks _where_ the spot that wrecked her bliss is found,
-And learns its name but to detest the sound.
-
-And thinks't thou, Britain, still to sit at ease,
-An island Queen amidst thy subject seas,
-While the vext billows, in their distant roar,
-But soothe thy slumbers, and but kiss thy shore?
-To sport in wars, while danger keeps aloof,
-Thy grassy turf unbruised by hostile hoof?
-So sing thy flatterers; but, Britain, know,
-Thou who hast shared the guilt must share the woe.
-Nor distant is the hour; low murmurs spread,
-And whispered fears, creating what they dread;
-Ruin, as with an earthquake shock, is here,             [5]
-There, the heart-witherings of unuttered fear,
-And that sad death, whence most affection bleeds,
-Which sickness, only of the soul, precedes.
-Thy baseless wealth dissolves in air away,
-Like mists that melt before the morning ray:
-No more on crowded mart or busy street
-Friends, meeting friends, with cheerful hurry greet;
-Sad, on the ground thy princely merchants bend
-Their altered looks, and evil days portend,
-And fold their arms, and watch with anxious breast
-The tempest blackening in the distant West.
-
-Yes, thou must droop; thy Midas dream is o'er;
-The golden tide of Commerce leaves thy shore,
-Leaves thee to prove the alternate ills that haunt      [6]
-Enfeebling Luxury and ghastly Want;
-Leaves thee, perhaps, to visit distant lands,
-And deal the gifts of Heaven with equal hands.
-
-Yet, O my Country, name beloved, revered,
-By every tie that binds the soul endeared,
-Whose image to my infant senses came
-Mixt with Religion's light and Freedom's holy flame!
-If prayers may not avert, if 'tis thy fate
-To rank amongst the names that once were great,
-Not like the dim cold Crescent shalt thou fade,
-Thy debt to Science and the Muse unpaid;
-Thine are the laws surrounding states revere,
-Thine the full harvest of the mental year,
-Thine the bright stars in Glory's sky that shine,       [7]
-And arts that make it life to live are thine.
-If westward streams the light that leaves thy shores,
-Still from thy lamp the streaming radiance pours.
-Wide spreads thy race from Ganges to the pole,
-O'er half the western world thy accents roll:
-Nations beyond the Apalachian hills
-Thy hand has planted and thy spirit fills:
-Soon as their gradual progress shall impart
-The finer sense of morals and of art,
-Thy stores of knowledge the new states shall know,
-And think thy thoughts, and with thy fancy glow;
-Thy Lockes, thy Paleys shall instruct their youth,
-Thy leading star direct their search for truth;
-Beneath the spreading Platan's tent-like shade,         [8]
-Or by Missouri's rushing waters laid,
-"Old father Thames" shall be the Poets' theme,
-Of Hagley's woods the enamoured virgin dream,
-And Milton's tones the raptured ear enthrall,
-Mixt with the roar of Niagara's fall;
-In Thomson's glass the ingenuous youth shall learn
-A fairer face of Nature to discern;
-Nor of the Bards that swept the British lyre
-Shall fade one laurel, or one note expire.
-Then, loved Joanna, to admiring eyes
-Thy storied groups in scenic pomp shall rise;
-Their high soul'd strains and Shakespear's noble rage
-Shall with alternate passion shake the stage.
-Some youthful Basil from thy moral lay                  [9]
-With stricter hand his fond desires shall sway;
-Some Ethwald, as the fleeting shadows pass,
-Start at his likeness in the mystic glass;
-The tragic Muse resume her just controul,
-With pity and with terror purge the soul,
-While wide o'er transatlantic realms thy name
-Shall live in light, and gather _all_ its fame.
-
-Where wanders Fancy down the lapse of years
-Shedding o'er imaged woes untimely tears?
-Fond moody Power! as hopes--as fears prevail,
-She longs, or dreads, to lift the awful veil,
-On visions of delight now loves to dwell,
-Now hears the shriek of woe or Freedom's knell:
-Perhaps, she says, long ages past away,                 [10]
-And set in western waves our closing day,
-Night, Gothic night, again may shade the plains
-Where Power is seated, and where Science reigns;
-England, the seat of arts, be only known
-By the gray ruin and the mouldering stone;
-That Time may tear the garland from her brow,
-And Europe sit in dust, as Asia now.
-
-Yet then the ingenuous youth whom Fancy fires
-With pictured glories of illustrious sires,
-With duteous zeal their pilgrimage shall take
-From the blue mountains, or Ontario's lake,
-With fond adoring steps to press the sod
-By statesmen, sages, poets, heroes trod;
-On Isis' banks to draw inspiring air,                   [11]
-From Runnymede to send the patriot's prayer;
-In pensive thought, where Cam's slow waters wind,
-To meet those shades that ruled the realms of mind;
-In silent halls to sculptured marbles bow,
-And hang fresh wreaths round Newton's awful brow.
-Oft shall they seek some peasant's homely shed,
-Who toils, unconscious of the mighty dead,
-To ask where Avon's winding waters stray,
-And thence a knot of wild flowers bear away;
-Anxious enquire where Clarkson, friend of man,
-Or all-accomplished Jones his race began;
-If of the modest mansion aught remains
-Where Heaven and Nature prompted Cowper's strains;
-Where Roscoe, to whose patriot breast belong            [12]
-The Roman virtue and the Tuscan song,
-Led Ceres to the black and barren moor
-Where Ceres never gained a wreath before[1]:
-With curious search their pilgrim steps shall rove
-By many a ruined tower and proud alcove,
-Shall listen for those strains that soothed of yore
-Thy rock, stern Skiddaw, and thy fall, Lodore;
-Feast with Dun Edin's classic brow their sight,
-And visit "Melross by the pale moonlight."
-
-But who their mingled feelings shall pursue
-When London's faded glories rise to view?
-The mighty city, which by every road,                   [13]
-In floods of people poured itself abroad;
-Ungirt by walls, irregularly great,
-No jealous drawbridge, and no closing gate;
-Whose merchants (such the state which commerce brings)
-Sent forth their mandates to dependant kings:
-Streets, where the turban'd Moslem, bearded Jew,
-And woolly Afric, met the brown Hindu;
-Where through each vein spontaneous plenty flowed,
-Where Wealth enjoyed, and Charity bestowed.
-Pensive and thoughtful shall the wanderers greet
-Each splendid square, and still, untrodden street;
-Or of some crumbling turret, mined by time,
-The broken stair with perilous step shall climb,
-Thence stretch their view the wide horizon round,       [14]
-By scattered hamlets trace its antient bound,
-And, choked no more with fleets, fair Thames survey
-Through reeds and sedge pursue his idle way.
-
-With throbbing bosoms shall the wanderers tread
-The hallowed mansions of the silent dead,
-Shall enter the long isle and vaulted dome
-Where Genius and where Valour find a home;
-Awe-struck, midst chill sepulchral marbles breathe,
-Where all above is still, as all beneath;
-Bend at each antique shrine, and frequent turn
-To clasp with fond delight some sculptured urn,
-The ponderous mass of Johnson's form to greet,
-Or breathe the prayer at Howard's sainted feet.
-
-Perhaps some Briton, in whose musing mind               [15]
-Those ages live which Time has cast behind,
-To every spot shall lead his wondering guests
-On whose known site the beam of glory rests:
-Here Chatham's eloquence in thunder broke,
-Here Fox persuaded, or here Garrick spoke;
-Shall boast how Nelson, fame and death in view,
-To wonted victory led his ardent crew,
-In England's name enforced, with loftiest tone[2],
-Their duty,--and too well fulfilled his own:
-How gallant Moore[3], as ebbing life dissolved,
-_But_ hoped his country had his fame absolved.
-Or call up sages whose capacious mind                   [16]
-Left in its course a track of light behind;
-Point where mute crowds on Davy's lips reposed,
-And Nature's coyest secrets were disclosed;
-Join with their Franklin, Priestley's injured name,
-Whom, then, each continent shall proudly claim.
-
-Oft shall the strangers turn their eager feet
-The rich remains of antient art to greet,
-The pictured walls with critic eye explore,
-And Reynolds be what Raphael was before.
-On spoils from every clime their eyes shall gaze,
-Ægyptian granites and the Etruscan vase;
-And when midst fallen London, they survey
-The stone where Alexander's ashes lay,
-Shall own with humbled pride the lesson just            [17]
-By Time's slow finger written in the dust.
-
-There walks a Spirit o'er the peopled earth,
-Secret his progress is, unknown his birth;
-Moody and viewless as the changing wind,
-No force arrests his foot, no chains can bind;
-Where'er he turns, the human brute awakes,
-And, roused to better life, his sordid hut forsakes:
-He thinks, he reasons, glows with purer fires,
-Feels finer wants, and burns with new desires:
-Obedient Nature follows where he leads;
-The steaming marsh is changed to fruitful meads;
-The beasts retire from man's asserted reign,
-And prove his kingdom was not given in vain.
-Then from its bed is drawn the ponderous ore,           [18]
-Then Commerce pours her gifts on every shore,
-Then Babel's towers and terrassed gardens rise,
-And pointed obelisks invade the skies;
-The prince commands, in Tyrian purple drest,
-And Ægypt's virgins weave the linen vest.
-Then spans the graceful arch the roaring tide,
-And stricter bounds the cultured fields divide.
-Then kindles Fancy, then expands the heart,
-Then blow the flowers of Genius and of Art;
-Saints, Heroes, Sages, who the land adorn,
-Seem rather to descend than to be born;
-Whilst History, midst the rolls consigned to fame,
-With pen of adamant inscribes their name.
-
-The Genius now forsakes the favoured shore,             [19]
-And hates, capricious, what he loved before;
-Then empires fall to dust, then arts decay,
-And wasted realms enfeebled despots sway;
-Even Nature's changed; without his fostering smile
-Ophir no gold, no plenty yields the Nile;
-The thirsty sand absorbs the useless rill,
-And spotted plagues from putrid fens distill.
-In desert solitudes then Tadmor sleeps,
-Stern Marius then o'er fallen Carthage weeps;
-Then with enthusiast love the pilgrim roves
-To seek his footsteps in forsaken groves,
-Explores the fractured arch, the ruined tower,
-Those limbs disjointed of gigantic power;
-Still at each step he dreads the adder's sting,         [20]
-The Arab's javelin, or the tiger's spring;
-With doubtful caution treads the echoing ground.
-And asks where Troy or Babylon is found.
-
-And now the vagrant Power no more detains
-The vale of Tempe, or Ausonian plains;
-Northward he throws the animating ray,
-O'er Celtic nations bursts the mental day:
-And, as some playful child the mirror turns,
-Now here now there the moving lustre burns;
-Now o'er his changeful fancy more prevail
-Batavia's dykes than Arno's purple vale,
-And stinted suns, and rivers bound with frost,
-Than Enna's plains or Baia's viny coast;
-Venice the Adriatic weds in vain,                       [21]
-And Death sits brooding o'er Campania's plain;
-O'er Baltic shores and through Hercynian groves,
-Stirring the soul, the mighty impulse moves;
-Art plies his tools, arid Commerce spreads her sail,
-And wealth is wafted in each shifting gale.
-The sons of Odin tread on Persian looms,
-And Odin's daughters breathe distilled perfumes;
-Loud minstrel Bards, in Gothic halls, rehearse
-The Runic rhyme, and "build the lofty verse:"
-The Muse, whose liquid notes were wont to swell
-To the soft breathings of the' Æolian shell,
-Submits, reluctant, to the harsher tone,
-And scarce believes the altered voice her own.
-And now, where Cæsar saw with proud disdain            [22]
-The wattled hut and skin of azure stain,
-Corinthian columns rear their graceful forms,
-And light varandas brave the wintry storms,
-While British tongues the fading fame prolong
-Of Tully's eloquence and Maro's song.
-Where once Bonduca whirled the scythed car,
-And the fierce matrons raised the shriek of war,
-Light forms beneath transparent muslins float,
-And tutored voices swell the artful note.
-Light-leaved acacias and the shady plane
-And spreading cedar grace the woodland reign;
-While crystal walls the tenderer plants confine,
-The fragrant orange and the nectared pine;
-The Syrian grape there hangs her rich festoons,         [23]
-Nor asks for purer air, or brighter noons:
-Science and Art urge on the useful toil,
-New mould a climate and create the soil,
-Subdue the rigour of the northern Bear,
-O'er polar climes shed aromatic air,
-On yielding Nature urge their new demands,
-And ask not gifts but tribute at her hands.
-
-London exults:--on London Art bestows
-Her summer ices and her winter rose;
-Gems of the East her mural crown adorn,
-And Plenty at her feet pours forth her horn;
-While even the exiles her just laws disclaim,
-People a continent, and build a name:
-August she sits, and with extended hands                [24]
-Holds forth the book of life to distant lands.
-
-But fairest flowers expand but to decay;
-The worm is in thy core, thy glories pass away;
-Arts, arms and wealth destroy the fruits they bring;
-Commerce, like beauty, knows no second spring.
-Crime walks thy streets, Fraud earns her unblest bread,
-O'er want and woe thy gorgeous robe is spread,
-And angel charities in vain oppose:
-With grandeur's growth the mass of misery grows.
-For see,--to other climes the Genius soars,
-He turns from Europe's desolated shores;
-And lo, even now, midst mountains wrapt in storm,
-On Andes' heights he shrouds his awful form;
-On Chimborazo's summits treads sublime,                 [25]
-Measuring in lofty thought the march of Time;
-Sudden he calls:--"'Tis now the hour!" he cries,
-Spreads his broad hand, and bids the nations rise.
-La Plata hears amidst her torrents' roar,
-Potosi hears it, as she digs the ore:
-Ardent, the Genius fans the noble strife,
-And pours through feeble souls a higher life,
-Shouts to the mingled tribes from sea to sea,
-And swears--Thy world,  Columbus, shall be free.
-
-THE END.
-
-Footnotes:
-
-[1] The Historian of the age of Leo has brought into cultivation
-the extensive tract of Chatmoss.
-
-[2] Every reader will recollect the sublime telegraphic dispatch,
-"England expects every man to do his duty."
-
-
-[3] "I hope England will be satisfied," were the last words of
-General Moore.
-
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-A NEW HOCHELAGAN BURYING-GROUND DISCOVERED AT WESTMOUNT ON THE WESTERN
-SPUR OF MOUNT ROYAL, MONTREAL, JULY-SEPTEMBER 1898
-
-Notes by
-
-W. D. LIGHTHALL, M.A., F.R.S.L.
-
-Privately printed for the writer by
-Alphonse Pelletier
-Printer to the Numismatic and Antiquarian Society of Montreal
-
-1898
-
-
-
-
-
-
-The above title is provisional as respects the term "Hochelagan." All
-those who are interested in the Indians of old Hochelaga, or in the
-Mohawks with whom they seem to have had a close and not yet fully
-ascertained race relationship, will be pleased to learn of the
-discovery of a prehistoric burying-ground which is probably one of
-their race, the only one heretofore known having been on the borders
-of their town itself, about upper Metcalfe street, Montreal. The new
-one is on the upper level (not the top) of Westmount, which is the
-south-western prolongation of Mount Royal, and the four or five graves
-thus far found are scattered at considerable intervals over an an
-area of about 600 by 300 yards, nearly bounded by Argyle, Montrose
-and Aberdeen Avenues and the Boulevard, three of the graves being a
-little outside of these limits. A number of years ago a skeleton was
-discovered, near the surface, on the cutting of Argyle Avenue on about
-a westerly line from the residence of Mr. Earle. As the remains were
-rumored to be possibly Indian, Mr. Earle secured the skull, which
-had been used as a football by boys, some of the teeth, which had
-originally been complete in number, being thus lost. This head is
-identical in form with those last found. Roots of grass interlaced
-in it show the lightness of the covering. On another occasion many
-years ago, a skeleton was found, also lightly buried, and with the
-knees drawn up, just east of the residence of Mr. John Macfarlane
-on Montrose Avenue, during the digging of a flower-bed. It was over
-six feet long. After being exposed for a few days it was re-interred
-in the same spot by order of Mr. Macfarlane, and could doubtless
-be obtained for examination if desirable. At a later period, the
-gardener, Mr. Latter, who had found the Macfarlane skeleton, dug up
-and re-interred another just within the bounds of his own property
-adjoining the head of Aberdeen Avenue opposite the St. George's
-Snowshoe Club-house. On the 22nd of July last (1898) a gardener
-excavating in the St. George's Club-house grounds found three
-skeletons interred at a depth of from two to two and a half feet and
-with knees drawn up. A report of the find was made to the Chief
-of Police of Westmount and to Mr. J. Stevenson Brown, and Mr. A.S.
-Wheeler, respectively President and Vice-President of the St. George's
-Club, the former being also an ex Vice-President of the Natural
-History Society. They examined the spot and remains, Mr. Brown
-concluding them to be probably Indian from the prominent cheek bones
-and large mouths. Having just been paying some attention to the
-archaeology of the Iroquois, which had been taken me on a flying trip
-to their former country in the State of New-York, I, on seeing in a
-newspaper at the seaside, a short item concerning the skeletons, was
-immediately interested, and especially in the possibility of their
-being Hochelagans, and having particularly commenced some inquiries
-into the relations between the latter Indians and the Mohawks, I
-wrote, as Chairman of Health of Westmount, asking Chief Harrison to
-note the manner and attitude of burial and any objects found, and to
-enquire concerning previous excavations in the neighborhood and save
-the remains for scientific purposes. (They had been sent by him to the
-City Morgue.) The above information concerning the previous skeletons
-was then collected and I found that the witnesses concurred in
-agreeing that the attitude seems to have been in all cases with
-knees bent up. No objects seem to have been noticed in any of the
-excavations then made, though some may have been overlooked by the
-workmen, particularly as the soil of the locality is full of pieces of
-limestone and small boulders, closely resembling arrow heads, hammers
-and celts. Several bones which are not human have however been since
-found with these three skeletons, one possibly of a dog, another of
-a squirrel. They may be those of the funeral feast Sir William Dawson
-mentions in his work "Fossil Men," as usually to be looked for over
-the Hochelagan graves.
-
-Mr. Beauchamp, the New-York authority, writes concerning the Mohawks;
-"Burial customs varied greatly among the same people, but usually the
-knees are drawn up. The face might be turned either way in contiguous
-graves. I have seen many opened with no articles in them." By the
-kindness of Dr. Wyatt Johnston, Pathologist to the Provincial Board
-of Health, the three skeletons have been preserved and are now in
-the Chateau de Ramezay Historical Museum where they will doubtless
-be regarded with interest by scholars. The skulls have been fully
-identified as of the Indian type, and found to be those of two
-powerful males in the prime of life and one young woman. The skull
-in possession of Mr. Earl is doubtless of the same race. Some large
-stones were found placed above the bodies, and also a number of
-naturally flat stones which appear to have been used as scoops to
-excavate. The plateau where the remains were found is about half way
-up the side of the "Mountain" or hill, as it more properly is, the
-total height being only about 700 feet. The plateau slopes somewhat
-and looks towards the south-east, and being protected by the hill
-behind it from prevailing winds, and having a good light soil,
-constitutes a very favorable situation for the growth of the Indian
-crops of corn and beans. The Mountain being an isolated rise in the
-great plain of the St. Lawrence, the plateau was also most favorably
-placed for look-out and defence. A hundred yards or so to the west is
-a fine perennial spring, and a short distance further is another which
-has always been known as "the old Indian Well," having been a resort
-of Indians at a later period. Only a few spots on the plateau have
-so far been excavated; but with approaching improvements I have no
-doubt that other graves will soon be found. The ground to the west,
-in the neighborhood of the two perennial springs, has in particular,
-never been much disturbed. If therefore, as on the site of the old
-Hochelaga, this burying-ground is on the out skirts of a town site,
-relics of a much more interesting character may be looked for in
-the undisturbed neighborhood just referred to, the Raynes and Murray
-farms, and those on, the southern slope of the Mountain.
-
-Should a town-site be fortunately discovered I have no doubt that
-progressive Westmount will see to proper care being taken in the
-matter. Such a town would likely be older than Hochelaga and thus
-afford a fresh step in tracing the record of this mysterious people.
-Such towns were frequently moved, when the soil or supply of wood gave
-out, or disease or enemies made removal imperative. As to the remains
-already unearthed being prehistoric, there can be no doubt. The Island
-was deserted after the destruction of Hochelaga by the Hurons about
-1560. The next Indian inhabitants were Catholic converts and therefore
-were buried at full length in a consecrated Christian ground.
-The village of the converts was at the Old Towers of the Fort des
-Messieurs, some quarter of a mile eastward of the plateau referred to.
-
-In tracing back the history of the land in which these discoveries
-have been made, we learn from the _terrier_ or land book of the
-Seminary of St. Sulpice, that it was conceded about 1708, and that it
-has ever since remained in private hands. Had the site been known as
-a burial place, even years previous to that date, it is altogether
-unlikely that such a concession would have been made; especially as
-there was abundance of unoccupied land in the vicinity. The faint
-doubt which arose as to whether the interments were made subsequently
-to the founding of Montreal, is therefore eliminated. The authorities
-of the Seminary, who conceded the land, state not only that they have
-no record of a burying-ground there, but agree with me that the space
-covered is too large, to be consecrated ground, as it would be in
-Christian times, and they also state that the burials of the mission
-of the Mountain where the Montreal Indian converts lived, were made
-chiefly at the cemeteries of Montreal and were very few. These
-Indians had originally been assembled around Ville Marie but were
-removed to the Fort des Messieurs where Montreal College stands in
-1662, and thence, towards the beginning of the 18th century, to
-Sault-au-Recollet and in 1717 to Oka. The method of burial, also, is
-not Christian, but pagan, and similar in every respect to early Mohawk
-burials.
-
-On Saturday the 10th September, 1898, I went with two laborers granted
-by the Town of Westmount to the excavation on the club house grounds,
-and choosing a spot on its edge cut a short trench some two feet deep.
-About ten feet southward of the three skeletons previously found, this
-trench revealed two large stones placed in the form of a reversed V,
-clearly in order, as it afterwards appeared, to partly cover a body.
-On raising these, a skeleton was found of a tall young man laid on the
-hard-pan, on his right side, with face down, head towards the west,
-knees drawn up, and covered with the mealy dry whitish earth of the
-locality, to a depth of about two and a half feet. Mr. Earl assisted
-in carefully uncovering the remains, of which Mr. Charles J. Brown
-then took two excellent protographs in situ. The form of skull was
-similar to the others, the teeth fine and perfect except a grinder
-which had been lost years before. One armbone showed that it had once
-been broken and healed again. No objects were found, though the search
-was very careful. On the 17th, the excavations were continued in the
-hope of finding objects of value to science. On this occasion there
-was present, besides the writer Mr. Earl, Mr. C.J. Brown, Mr. Wheeler
-and others and Mr. R.W. McLachlan, one of the excavators of old
-Hochelaga. About four or five feet north of the grave last-mentioned,
-large stones were again struck and on being lifted, the skeleton
-of a young girl was unearthed whose wisdom teeth had just begun to
-appear in the jaw. The large bone of her upper left arm had at one
-time been broken near the shoulder. Her slender skeleton was in the
-same crouching position as the others but much more closely bunched
-together; the top of the head was laid towards the north and looking
-partly downwards. Above her were found several flat stones which
-may have been used as scoops for the excavation. Under her neck was
-discovered the first manufactured object found, a single rude bead of
-white wampum of the prehistoric form, and which is now deposited in
-the Chateau de Ramezay. As white wampum was the gift of a lover, this
-sole ornament tells the pathetic story of early love and death. Mr.
-Chas. J. Brown again protographed the remains in situ. The work will
-still proceed and no doubt more important discoveries are yet to be
-made.
-
-Montreal, September 20th, 1898.
-
-
-REPORT OF Dr. HIBBERT ON THE WESTMOUNT SKELETONS
-
-No. I.--A Young Woman
-
-
-The bones of this skeleton, are fragile, broken and considerably
-decayed.
-
-The skull is in fair condition, though the lower jaw is broken in
-half.
-
-The skull is round and arched above the breadth index being 77.7, of
-brachycephalic or Mongoloid type. _The superciliary_ ridges are not
-very prominent, but the frontal, parietal and occipital eminences
-are very distinct. _The forehead_ is non receding and the breath
-measures 9 c.m. The cheekbones are not unduly prominent, the official
-measurement being 119 m.m. The gnathic index is 93, or orthognathous.
-The teeth are well preserved and not much worn, the 3d. molars not
-having erupted in either jaw. The face is short and broad, the height
-being 108 m.m. in and breadth 119 m.m., the orbit is inclined to be
-square with rounded angles and the type megaseme, the nasal index is
-mesorhine.
-
-A very striking feature of this skull is the well marked central
-vertical frontal ridge and some tendency to angularity of the vertex.
-In the whole this skull is of a more refined type than the others and
-suggestive of some fair intellectual development of the individual.
-There are two wormian bones on the left side of the skull, one at the
-pterion and one below the asterion each being 9 m.m. long.
-
-The bones generally are fragile and the long bones slender, with no
-marked impression for muscular attachment. A curious fact is that the
-ends of all the long bones are absent, presumably from decay, and as
-these ends are united to the shafts between the age of puberty (14-15)
-and adult life it is suggestive that the individual may have been
-of about the age of 18 or 20 and this is somewhat confirmed by the
-noneruption of the third molars.
-
-With this skeleton are two animal bones. White and very dense in
-structure. They are both femura, one probably that of an ungulate; the
-other of a carnivore.
-
-
-No. II.--A Brachycephalic Man
-
-
-This skeleton is that of a large and powerfully built man, the bones
-being very heavy and strong with marked impressions and prominences
-for muscular attachment. The skeleton, with the exception of some of
-the small bones of the hands and feet is complete.
-
-The skull is large and massive, and the lower jaw very strong and
-heavy. The teeth are well preserved but much ground down at the crown.
-The superciliary ridges are very prominent. The fore head is narrow
-(102 c.m.) receding.
-
-Judging from the size and strength of the bones and their impressions
-for muscular attachment, this man must have been very powerful and
-calculating from the length of the femur, at least six feet tall.
-With this skeleton we found a small humerus of some mammal possibly a
-squirrel.
-
-
-No. III.--The Tallest Man
-
-
-This skeleton is also that of a large powerfully built man, even
-taller man the last. The skull is larger, though not quite so massive.
-It is longer and narrower and dolicephalus, the occipital region very
-prominent. The height index is low (70.5).
-
-The face is broad as compared with the length 124-112 and the cheek
-bones are prominent, lower jaw is heavy and strong.
-
-The bones of this skeleton are well preserved and it is almost entire,
-there being only a few of the bones of the hands and feet missing. The
-pelvis is masculine. The bones are long, large and heavy with marked
-impressions and processes.
-
-The femur measures 17-7/8 inches so that this man must have been six
-feet or more and of muscular frame.
-
-Among the bones of No III skeleton were 2 small rib bones of a bird.
-
-Judging from the general conformation of the three skulls, it would
-appear that No. I, was that of the most intelligent person of the
-three and No. III of the least No. II being intermediate.
-
-It is difficult to estimate the height of No. I as the femur is so
-decayed at both ends, but allowing for this, the height would not
-be more than 5 feet and probably less than that. The skeletons
-undoubtedly belong to the Mongoloid type and are distinctive of
-the North American Indians.
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-[Illustration: Apolinario Mabini]
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-Apolinario Mabini, Martyr.
-
-"Thou shalt love thy country after God and they honor and more than
-thyself: for she is the only Paradise which God has given thee in this
-life, the only inheritance of thy ancestors and the only hope of thy
-posterity."
-
-PHILIPPINE PRESS BUREAU
-Washington, D. C.
-
-1922
-
-
-
-
-MABINI
-
-
-Mabini was undoubtedly the most profound thinker and political
-philosopher that the Pilipino race ever produced. Some day, when his
-works are fully published, but not until then, Mabini will come into
-his own. A great name awaits him, not only in the Philippines, for he
-is already appreciated there, but in every land where the cause of
-liberty and human freedom is revered.
-
-Mabini was born in Tanawan, province of Batangas, island of Luzon,
-P.I., of poor Filipino parents, in 1864. He received his education in
-the "Colegio de San Juan de Letran." Manila, and in the University of
-Santo Tomas. He supported himself while studying by his own efforts,
-and made a brilliant record in both institutions. Later he devoted his
-energies to the establishment of a private school in Manila and to
-legal work.
-
-Mabini came to the front in 1898 during the Pilipino revolution
-against Spain. In the subsequent revolution against the United States
-he became known as "the brains of the revolution." He was so
-considered by the American army officers, who bent every energy to
-capture him.
-
-He was the leading adviser of Aguinaldo, and was the author of the
-latter's many able decrees and proclamations. Mabini's official
-position was President of the Council of Secretaries, and he also held
-the post of Secretary of the Exterior.
-
-One of Mabini's greatest works was his draft of a constitution for the
-Philippine Republic. It was accompanied by what he called "The True
-Decalogue," published in the pages following. Mabini's "ten
-commandments" are so framed as to meet the needs of Filipino
-patriotism for all time. He also drafted rules for the organization
-and government of municipalities and provinces, which were highly
-successful because of their adaptability to local conditions.
-
-Mabini remained the head of Aguinaldo's cabinet until March, 1899,
-when he resigned. But he continued in hearty sympathy with the
-revolution, however, and his counsel was frequently sought.
-
-Mabini was arrested by the American forces in September, 1899, and
-remained a prisoner until September 23, 1900. Following his release,
-he lived for a while in a suburb of Manila, in a poor nipa house,
-under the most adverse and trying circumstances. He was in abject
-poverty.
-
-In spite of his terrible suffering from paralysis, Mabini continued
-writing. He severely criticised the government, voicing the sentiments
-of the Filipino people for freedom. He was ordered to desist, but to
-this, in one of his writings to the people, he replied: "To tell a man
-to be quiet when a necessity not fulfilled is shaking all the fibers
-of his being is tantamount to asking a hungry man to be filled before
-taking the food which he needs."
-
-Mabini's logic was a real embarrassment to the American military
-forces, and in January, 1901, he was arrested a second time by the
-Americans. This time he was exiled to the island of Guam, where he
-remained until his return to Manila on February 26, 1903.
-
-Mabini died in Manila, of cholera, May 13, 1903, at the age of 39
-years. His funeral was the most largely attended of any ever held in
-Manila.
-
-Although he died from natural causes, Mabini died a martyr to the
-cause of Philippine independence. Five years of persecution left his
-intense patriotism untouched, but it had made his physical self a
-ready victim for a premature death.
-
-
-
-
-="THE TRUE DECALOGUE"=
-
-=By APOLINARIO MABINI=
-
-
-First. Thou shalt love God and thy honor above all things: God as the
-fountain of all truth, of all justice and of all activity; and thy
-honor, the only power which will oblige thee to be faithful, just and
-industrious.
-
-Second. Thou shalt worship God in the form which thy conscience may
-deem most righteous and worthy: for in thy conscience, which condemns
-thy evil deeds and praises thy good ones, speaks thy God.
-
-Third. Thou shalt cultivate the special gifts which God has granted
-thee, working and studying according to thy ability, never leaving the
-path of righteousness and justice, in order to attain thy own
-perfection, by means whereof thou shalt contribute to the progress of
-humanity; thus; thou shalt fulfill the mission to which God has
-appointed thee in this life and by so doing, thou shalt be honored,
-and being honored, thou shalt glorify thy God.
-
-Fourth. Thou shalt love thy country after God and thy honor and more
-than thyself: for she is the only Paradise which God has given thee in
-this life, the only patrimony of thy race, the only inheritance of thy
-ancestors and the only hope of thy posterity; because of her, thou
-hast life, love and interests, happiness, honor and God.
-
-Fifth. Thou shalt strive for the happiness of thy country before thy
-own, making of her the kingdom of reason, of justice and of labor: for
-if she be happy, thou, together with thy family, shalt likewise be
-happy.
-
-Sixth. Thou shalt strive for the independence of thy country: for only
-thou canst have any real interest in her advancement and exaltation,
-because her independence constitutes thy own liberty; her advancement,
-thy perfection; and her exaltation, thy own glory and immortality.
-
-Seventh. Thou shalt not recognize in thy country the authority of any
-person who has not been elected by thee and thy countrymen; for
-authority emanates from God, and as God speaks in the conscience of
-every man, the person designated and proclaimed by the conscience of a
-whole people is the only one who can use true authority.
-
-Eighth. Thou shalt strive for a Republic and never for a monarchy in
-thy country: for the latter exalts one or several families and founds
-a dynasty; the former makes a people noble and worthy through reason,
-great through liberty, and prosperous and brilliant through labor.
-
-Ninth. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: for God has imposed
-upon him, as well as upon thee, the obligation to help thee and not to
-do unto thee what he would not have thee do unto him; but if thy
-neighbor, failing in this sacred duty, attempt against thy life, thy
-liberty and thy interests, then thou shalt destroy and annihilate him
-for the supreme law of self-preservation prevails.
-
-Tenth. Thou shalt consider thy countryman more than thy neighbor; thou
-shalt see him thy friend, thy brother or at least thy comrade, with
-whom thou art bound by one fate, by the same joys and sorrows and by
-common aspirations and interests.
-
-Therefore, as long as national frontiers subsist, raised and
-maintained by the selfishness of race and of family, with thy
-countryman alone shalt thou unite in a perfect solidarity of purpose
-and interest, in order to have force, not only to resist the common
-enemy but also to attain all the aims of human life.
-
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-GREYBEARDS AT PLAY
-
-Literature And Art For Old Gentlemen
-
-Rhymes and Sketches by
-
-GILBERT CHESTERTON
-
-London: R. Brimley Johnson
-8, York Buildings, Adelphi
-
-1900
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-A DEDICATION
-
-TO E.C.B.
-
-  He was, through boyhood's storm and shower,
-    My best, my nearest friend;
-  We wore one hat, smoked one cigar,
-    One standing at each end.
-
-  We were two hearts with single hope,
-    Two faces in one hood;
-  I knew the secrets of his youth;
-    I watched his every mood.
-
-  The little things that none but I
-    Saw were beyond his wont,
-  The streaming hair, the tie behind,
-    The coat tails worn in front.
-
-  I marked the absent-minded scream,
-    The little nervous trick
-  Of rolling in the grate, with eyes
-    By friendship's light made quick.
-
-  But youth's black storms are gone and past,
-    Bare is each aged brow;
-  And, since with age we're growing bald,
-    Let us be babies now.
-
-  Learning we knew; but still to-day,
-    With spelling-book devotion,
-  Words of one syllable we seek
-    In moments of emotion.
-
-  Riches we knew; and well dressed dolls--
-    Dolls living--who expressed
-  No filial thoughts, however much
-    You thumped them in the chest.
-
-  Old happiness is grey as we,
-    And we may still outstrip her;
-  If we be slippered pantaloons,
-    Oh let us hunt the slipper!
-
-  The old world glows with colours clear;
-    And if, as saith the saint,
-  The world is but a painted show,
-    Oh let us lick the paint!
-
-  Far, far behind are morbid hours,
-    And lonely hearts that bleed.
-  Far, far behind us are the days,
-    When we were old indeed.
-
-  Leave we the child: he is immersed
-    With scientists and mystics:
-  With deep prophetic voice he cries
-    Canadian food statistics.
-
-  But now I know how few and small,
-    The things we crave need be--
-  Toys and the universe and you--
-    A little friend to tea.
-
-  Behold the simple sum of things,
-    Where, in one splendour spun,
-  The stars go round the Mulberry Bush,
-    The Burning Bush, the Sun.
-
-  Now we are old and wise and grey,
-    And shaky at the knees;
-  Now is the true time to delight
-    In picture books like these.
-
-  Hoary and bent I dance one hour:
-    What though I die at morn?
-  There is a shout among the stars,
-    "To-night a child is born."
-
-
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
-   THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE
-
-   OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS
-
-   ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF ÆSTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES
-
-   ENVOY
-
-
-
-
-
-
-THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE.
-
-
-  I love to see the little stars
-    All dancing to one tune;
-  I think quite highly of the Sun,
-    And kindly of the Moon.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The million forests of the Earth
-    Come trooping in to tea.
-  The great Niagara waterfall
-    Is never shy with me.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I am the tiger's confidant,
-    And never mention names:
-  The lion drops the formal "Sir,"
-    And lets me call him James.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Into my ear the blushing Whale
-    Stammers his love. I know
-  Why the Rhinoceros is sad,
-    --Ah, child! 'twas long ago.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I am akin to all the Earth
-    By many a tribal sign:
-  The aged Pig will often wear
-    That sad, sweet smile of mine.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  My niece, the Barnacle, has got
-    My piercing eyes of black;
-  The Elephant has got my nose,
-    I do not want it back.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I know the strange tale of the Slug;
-    The Early Sin--the Fall--
-  The Sleep--the Vision--and the Vow--
-    The Quest--the Crown--the Call.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  And I have loved the Octopus,
-    Since we were boys together.
-  I love the Vulture and the Shark:
-    I even love the weather.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I love to bask in sunny fields,
-    And when that hope is vain,
-  I go and bask in Baker Street,
-    All in the pouring rain.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Come snow! where fly, by some strange law,
-    Hard snowballs--without noise--
-  Through streets untenanted, except
-    By good unconscious boys.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Come fog! exultant mystery--
-    Where, in strange darkness rolled,
-  The end of my own nose becomes
-    A lovely legend old.
-
-  Come snow, and hail, and thunderbolts,
-    Sleet, fire, and general fuss;
-  Come to my arms, come all at once--
-    Oh photograph me thus!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-
-OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS.
-
-
-  Observe these Pirates bold and gay,
-    That sail a gory sea:
-  Notice their bright expression:--
-    The handsome one is me.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  We plundered ships and harbours,
-    We spoiled the Spanish main;
-  But Nemesis watched over us,
-    For it began to rain.
-
-  Oh all well-meaning folk take heed!
-    Our Captain's fate was sore;
-  A more well-meaning Pirate,
-    Had never dripped with gore.
-
-  The rain was pouring long and loud,
-    The sea was drear and dim;
-  A little fish was floating there:
-    Our Captain pitied him.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  "How sad," he said, and dropped a tear
-    Splash on the cabin roof,
-  "That we are dry, while he is there
-    Without a waterproof.
-
-  "We'll get him up on board at once;
-    For Science teaches me,
-  He will be wet if he remains
-    Much longer in the sea."
-
-  They fished him out; the First Mate wept,
-    And came with rugs and ale:
-  The Boatswain brought him one golosh,
-    And fixed it on his tail.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  But yet he never loved the ship;
-    Against the mast he'd lean;
-  If spoken to, he coughed and smiled,
-    And blushed a pallid green.
-
-  Though plied with hardbake, beef and beer,
-    He showed no wish to sup:
-  The neatest riddles they could ask,
-    He always gave them up.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  They seized him and court-martialled him,
-    In some excess of spleen,
-  For lack of social sympathy,
-    (Victoria xii. 18).
-
-  They gathered every evidence
-    That might remove a doubt:
-  They wrote a postcard in his name,
-    And partly scratched it out.
-
-  Till, when his guilt was clear as day,
-    With all formality
-  They doomed the traitor to be drowned,
-    And threw him in the sea.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The flashing sunset, as he sank,
-    Made every scale a gem;
-  And, turning with a graceful bow,
-    He kissed his fin to them.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-MORAL.
-
-  I am, I think I have remarked,
-    Terrifically old,
-  (The second Ice-age was a farce,
-    The first was rather cold.)
-
-  A friend of mine, a trilobite
-    Had gathered in his youth,
-  When trilobites _were_ trilobites,
-    This all-important truth.
-
-  We aged ones play solemn parts--
-    Sire--guardian--uncle--king.
-  Affection is the salt of life,
-    Kindness a noble thing.
-
-  The old alone may comprehend
-    A sense in my decree;
-  But--if you find a fish on land,
-    Oh throw it in the sea.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-
-ON THE DISASTROUS SPREAD OF ÆSTHETICISM IN ALL CLASSES.
-
-
-  Impetuously I sprang from bed,
-    Long before lunch was up,
-  That I might drain the dizzy dew
-    From day's first golden cup.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  In swift devouring ecstacy
-    Each toil in turn was done;
-  I had done lying on the lawn
-    Three minutes after one.
-
-  For me, as Mr. Wordsworth says,
-    The duties shine like stars;
-  I formed my uncle's character,
-    Decreasing his cigars.
-
-  But could my kind engross me? No!
-    Stern Art--what sons escape her?
-  Soon I was drawing Gladstone's nose
-    On scraps of blotting paper.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Then on--to play one-fingered tunes
-    Upon my aunt's piano.
-  In short, I have a headlong soul,
-    I much resemble Hanno.
-
-  (Forgive the entrance of the not
-    Too cogent Carthaginian.
-  It may have been to make a rhyme;
-    I lean to that opinion).
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Then my great work of book research
-    Till dusk I took in hand--
-  The forming of a final, sound
-    Opinion on _The Strand_.
-
-  But when I quenched the midnight oil,
-    And closed _The Referee_,
-  Whose thirty volumes folio
-    I take to bed with me,
-
-  I had a rather funny dream,
-    Intense, that is, and mystic;
-  I dreamed that, with one leap and yell,
-    The world became artistic.
-
-  The Shopmen, when their souls were still,
-    Declined to open shops--
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  And Cooks recorded frames of mind
-    In sad and subtle chops.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The stars were weary of routine:
-    The trees in the plantation
-  Were growing every fruit at once,
-    In search of a sensation.
-
-  The moon went for a moonlight stroll,
-    And tried to be a bard,
-  And gazed enraptured at itself:
-    I left it trying hard.
-
-  The sea had nothing but a mood
-    Of 'vague ironic gloom,'
-  With which t'explain its presence in
-    My upstairs drawing-room.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The sun had read a little book
-    That struck him with a notion:
-  He drowned himself and all his fires
-    Deep in the hissing ocean.
-
-  Then all was dark, lawless, and lost:
-    I heard great devilish wings:
-  I knew that Art had won, and snapt
-    The Covenant of Things.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I cried aloud, and I awoke,
-    New labours in my head.
-  I set my teeth, and manfully
-    Began to lie in bed.
-
-  Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
-    So I my life conduct.
-  Each morning see some task begun,
-    Each evening see it chucked.
-
-  But still, in sudden moods of dusk,
-    I hear those great weird wings,
-  Feel vaguely thankful to the vast
-    Stupidity of things.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-
-
-ENVOY.
-
-
-  Clear was the night: the moon was young:
-    The larkspurs in the plots
-  Mingled their orange with the gold
-    Of the forget-me-nots.
-
-  The poppies seemed a silver mist:
-    So darkly fell the gloom.
-  You scarce had guessed yon crimson streaks
-    Were buttercups in bloom.
-
-  But one thing moved: a little child
-    Crashed through the flower and fern:
-  And all my soul rose up to greet
-    The sage of whom I learn.
-
-  I looked into his awful eyes:
-    I waited his decree:
-  I made ingenious attempts
-    To sit upon his knee.
-
-  The babe upraised his wondering eyes,
-    And timidly he said,
-  "A trend towards experiment
-    In modern minds is bred.
-
-  "I feel the will to roam, to learn
-    By test, experience, _nous_,
-  That fire is hot and ocean deep,
-    And wolves carnivorous.
-
-  "My brain demands complexity."
-    The lisping cherub cried.
-  I looked at him, and only said,
-    "Go on. The world is wide."
-
-  A tear rolled down his pinafore,
-    "Yet from my life must pass
-  The simple love of sun and moon,
-    The old games in the grass;
-
-  "Now that my back is to my home
-    Could these again be found?"
-  I looked on him, and only said,
-    "Go on. The world is round."
-
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-The
-Manor House of Lacolle
-
-
-A Description and Historical Sketch of
-the Manoir of the Seigniory of de Beaujeu
-or Lacolle
-
-
-BY
-W.D. LIGHTHALL, K.C.
-PRESIDENT
-of the Antiquarian and Numismatic Society of Montreal.
-
-
-
-PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR BY
-C.A. MARCHAND, Printer.
-MONTREAL.
-
-
-
-
-THE MANOR HOUSE OF LACOLLE.
-
-BY W.D. LIGHTHALL, K.C.
-
-
-The Manor House of the Seigniory of Lacolle or De Beaujeu is situated in
-a retired neighborhood, on the New York State border-line about four
-miles south-west of Lacolle Village, and one mile north of the village
-of Champlain, N.Y. and about forty miles from Montreal. The highway from
-Lacolle to Champlain runs through the property. The traveller from the
-north finds himself entering well-wooded lands and at length passes the
-heavy low stone-walls and large, white gate of the grounds and sees the
-home nearby on a slight elevation to the right. A sloping lawn and old
-trees extend in front, the gardens are at the north-side, and a hundred
-yards further, a wooded park of about a hundred acres. On the-opposite,
-or west, side of the road, the tall old elm grove forms part of a
-hillside farm. The Manorhouse itself is large, constructed of wood, and
-having an extensive stone gabled wing, the whole ornamented with vines.
-In front, six tall, slender, fluted pillars with Ionic capitals give
-Colonial character to the verandah and meet the roof above the second
-story. The massive oak front door is divided into an upper and lower
-half, with large brass knocker. The interior is mostly finished in
-polished hard woods, with broad fire-places and colonial mantels in most
-of the rooms. The main part of the house was built in 1825 by Mrs. Henry
-Hoyle, formerly Mrs. Major Henry Ten Eyck Schuyler, of Troy, N.Y., under
-the following circumstances:
-
-As Sarah Visscher she had inherited a large fortune from her grand-uncle
-Lieutenant-General Garret Fisher (Visscher), a Loyalist officer of Sir
-Adolphus Oughton's regiment, the 55th, which was present at the taking
-of Montreal, and who died at Manchester Square, London, in 1808, after a
-distinguished career. This fortune arrived at the beginning of the war
-of 1812, just before the death of her first husband Major Schuyler,
-nephew of General Philip Schuyler, and descendant of the well-known
-colonial military family of that name. He left three daughters and a
-son. They possessed other very valuable property in Troy, including a
-handsome farm and mansion at the South end, shown in old pictures of the
-city, on which about a fourth of Troy was afterwards built. In 1816,
-Henry Hoyle, who was a Lancashire man, married her for her fortune,
-which he soon found belonged to the children by strict law. He
-therefore, making great pretensions of fatherly kindness, and religion,
-set himself to defeat their title. By falsifying the facts, he managed
-to obtain a snap judgment against their guardian in favor of himself,
-but feeling his tenure insecure, sold the mansion and farm in Troy, and
-persuaded his wife to move to the property in Lacolle, just on the
-frontier line. It was only after his death in 1849, that the widow and
-orphans discovered his fraud, and that he had obtained the placing of
-the entire property in his own name in order to possess it. There
-followed a furious family quarrel between the Schuyler and Hoyle heirs,
-in which the old lady took the side of the former, and in fact sued her
-Hoyle sons to right the injury. At her death in 1851, she refused to be
-buried beside Hoyle and stipulated in her will that she be taken back to
-Troy and interred with her first husband, and that the burial lot be
-surrounded with stone posts, each carrying the name "_Schuyler_". Henry
-Hoyle had previously possessed from 1816, the actual land on which the
-Manorhouse is built. After their arrival in 1825, he employed the
-fortune of which he had thus obtained control, and regarding which he
-represented himself to his wife as only acting for her, in adding to
-this land and in many investments along a wide range of the border
-counties. Her suit estimates the properties at L38,000. The home
-property was made a prize stock farm--one of the first if not the actual
-first of the kind in Canada. Cattle-breeding on shares was made by him a
-large enterprise among the settlers, and every year his share of
-increase was collected and driven to Montreal for sale. The farm-book is
-a parchment-covered ledger previously used by Sarah Visscher's uncle,
-Leonard Van Buren in 1782 (who was also uncle of President Martin Van
-Buren). Water-powers at various points were bought and developed with
-her money, and mills erected, including those at Lacolle, Huntingdon and
-Athelstan; and several thousands of acres were acquired at Huntingdon,
-Lacolle, Irish Ridge, and other localities. He was almost at once
-appointed a magistrate, his brother Colonel Robert Hoyle of Lacolle, was
-the member of Parliament, later on her son-in-law Merrit Hotchkiss was
-member and another son-in-law was Registrar of Huntingdon. At that
-period several of the wealthy men of Montreal were acquiring large
-tracts, apparently to form estates like the seigniories. With some of
-these, Mr. Hoyle made common cause. One was a prosperous merchant,
-Thomas Woolrych, who had very large holdings in what is now Huntingdon
-county, and their intimacy was so close that Woolrych presented him
-with his own oil portrait, in late eighteenth century costume, which is
-now in the Chateau de Ramezay. Woolrych was closely related to the
-Christies and to their relatives, the Tunstall family, who ultimately
-followed them as _Seigneurs proprietaires_ of Lacolle. The Seigniory,
-granted in 1727 to Sieur Louis Denis de la Ronde, and anew in 1743 to
-Daniel Lienard de Beaujeu, had been bought, totally undeveloped, along
-with seven others, shortly after the Conquest by General Gabriel
-Christie, an officer of Wolfe, who became Commander-in-Chief in Canada,
-and died in 1799. His handsome stone Manorhouse and mill are to be seen
-at Chambly. He was a connection of the Schuylers by marriage. On his
-death his properties fell to his son General Napier Burton Christie, who
-had married the daughter of General Burton, to whom the dying Wolfe sent
-his last order--to cut off the French retreat at Beauport. Napier Burton
-Christie having died without issue, the eight seigniories de Bleury,
-Repentigny, de Lery, de Beaujeu, Chambly, Noyan, Sabrevois and Chazy
-passed to William Plenderleath, a natural son of Gabriel, under his
-will, which is discussed in the case of _King_ vs _Tunstall_.
-
-Finally, by William Plenderleath Christie's will of 1842 and death in
-1845, the Seigniory of Lacolle passed to the two sons and the grandson
-Gabriel, of the Reverend James Tunstall, of Montreal. Portraits of
-General Christie, his wife, his son Napier, two of his brothers, and two
-of his children, are in the Chateau. The good old Tunstall family,
-representatives of the Christies, remained the _Seigneurs proprietaires_
-of Lacolle until its sale in 1902 to the Credit Foncier. Mrs. Hoyle,
-represented by her husband, early entered into dealings about the
-Seigniory affairs, they being residents within its limits. One of their
-Terrier books begins in 1843. After the Tunstalls became
-_Seigneurs-proprietaires_, they found it convenient to continue the
-arrangement, since they lived in Montreal. The arrangement consisted in
-one of the singular transactions of which the old feudal laws present
-examples. There were various kinds of _Seigneurs_. In this case the
-_Seigneurs-proprietaires_, for a large cash sum advanced to them, gave
-up to Mr. Hoyle (who as we saw really acted for his wife) the entire
-possession of the seigniorial rights, with even the honors, _avec les
-droits honorifiques_, as _Seigneur usufruitier_. A few years afterwards
-one sixth of the ownership was also added, making the Hoyles
-_co-Seineurs proprietaires_. (Since the moneys more strictly belonged to
-the Schuyler heirs, it may be said that equitably they were the real
-Seigneurs). Thus the matter continued for generations, the old house
-being the annual scene of the quaint visits of the censitaires, until
-the recent sale to the Credit Foncier. In the latter sale, the then
-co-seigneur, Henry Hoyle III, reserved his own lands _en seigneurie_,
-with the title of "Seigneur of Lacolle" and the permanent designation of
-the house as "The Manor House of Lacolle", but of course these were
-merely points of sentiment. The demesne estate at one time comprised
-about 2500 arpents. Up to recently they still comprised about 1300, but
-are now only about 600 or 700. The Manor, "Rockcliff Wood", was a
-treasure house of old furniture, silver, china, and relics of the past,
-now distributed among the family, and which had come down from many
-historical forbears. The oldest article was a pewter "great flagon" some
-fourteen inches high, bearing the date stamp of Henry VIII and having on
-its cover a large embossed _fleur-de-lys_ such as pewterers were ordered
-by Henry VIII in 1543 to put upon the covers of all great flagons. This
-is one of the rarest existing pieces of English pewter, and has no known
-duplicate. In the Manoir of Lacolle it worthily represented the
-sixteenth century. The seventeenth was represented by a set of "Late
-Spanish" Dutch chairs, one of which is now owned by a descendant of the
-Schuylers in Montreal. The set had been inherited by old Mrs. Ten Eyck
-Schuyler from her great-grand-mother, a Visscher. Of the eighteenth
-century was the quaint hooded mahogany family cradle; a clawfoot
-Chippendale desk of red mahogany; a Sheraton card-table, an octagonal
-table, one or two shield-back chairs,--all of carved mahogany and of
-different sets; a handsome spindle-legged bow-front Heppelwhite
-sideboard, several old portraits, and much silver coming from General
-Fisher and other relatives, and other objects, including at one time
-various uniforms, a pair of pistols and a field-chest of General
-Schuyler the gold watch and despatches of General Fisher, and other such
-articles. (In fact the pieces mentioned were but a small remnant of
-those which had been brought to the house in 1825). Of Empire period
-were many fine furniture pieces, several silkwork pictures, fiddle and
-grand-father clocks, etc., while naturally the early Victorian, and all
-modern changes, were duly represented. In the cabinets were rare
-collections of various sorts largely brought together by the late Mrs.
-Mary Averill Hoyle, the last co-Seigneuresse, who died early in 1914,
-and whose gracious hospitality and accomplishments seemed part of the
-place. Naturally the old Manoir was a delightful spot to visit, either
-in summer or winter.
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-_A Dainty Trifle for my Lady Love_
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-THE STORY OF A PICTURE
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-_By Douglass Sherley_
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-John P. Morton & Co., Louisville,
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-1884.
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-Copyrighted 1884,
-  By Douglass Sherley.
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-"Near my bed, there, hangs a Picture jewels could not buy from me."
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-There was a colored crayon in a crowded shop-window. Other people passed
-it by, but a Youth of the Town, with Hope in his heart, leaned over the
-guard-rail and looked upon the beauty of that pictured face long and
-earnestly.
-
-It was the head of a pretty girl with dark hair and dark eyes. She was
-clad in a dainty white gown, loose-flowing and beautiful. In her left
-hand, slender and uplifted, a letter; in her right a pen, and beneath it
-a spotless page.
-
-She was seated within the shadow of a white marble chimney-piece richly
-carved with Cupids, fluttering, kneeling, supplicating; with arrows new,
-broken, and mended; with quivers full, depleted, and empty. The great,
-broad shelf above her pretty head was laden with rare and artistic
-treasures. A vase from India; a costly fan from China; a dark and
-mottled bit of color in an ancient frame of tarnished gold, done by some
-Flemish master of the long-ago. Beyond all this, a ground of shadowy
-green, pale, cool, and delicious. On the table, near the spotless page
-and the dear pen-clasping hand, a bunch of flowers; not a mass of ugly
-blooms, opulent and oppressive, but a few garden roses, old-fashioned
-and exceeding sweet, blushing to their utmost red, having found
-themselves so unexpectedly brought into the presence of this pretty
-girl.
-
-This, in outline, was the picture. The dealer had written on a slip of
-paper, in large, rude letters,
-
-  _Her answer: Yes, or No._
-
-It was a frameless crayon, thrust aside and somewhat overshadowed by a
-huge and garish thing in gaudy-flowered gilt, which easily caught and
-held the eye of the busy throng.
-
-The Youth passed on to his duty of the day with Hope in his heart. Light
-grew his heavy task, and the drudgery of his work was forgotten--he was
-haunted by the sight of that face in the Picture. The softness of the
-eye, the sweetness of the mouth, or something, made the Youth of the
-noisy Town believe her answer would surely be--Yes.
-
-Now the Youth and the Afternoon Shadows together came and feasted on the
-beauty of that Maiden's face. The Shadows, without booty, fled away into
-the night. But not so with the Youth. In triumph he brought it to the
-favored room of his own dear home; and always thereafter this Picture
-gleamed in beauty from out its chimney-piece setting of ebony and old
-cherry.
-
-She was always pretty, sometimes beautiful, but not always the same,
-this my Lady of the Picture. She was indeed a changeful Lady, as the
-story will tell. Those who saw her face when first she was given the
-place of honor in the home of this Youth, with Hope in his heart, all
-said, and with one accord, "There is but one answer for her to make, and
-that one answer is, Yes."
-
-The Easter-tide growing old, and the Summer time new and beautiful,
-brought no change. The last light of each day fell on the clear-cut and
-delicate face, gilded the dark hair with a deep russet brown, played
-about the sweet mouth--and was gone, leaving her with answer yet
-ungiven.
-
-The first fire of the Autumn crackled and glowed on the tiled hearth,
-and threw a Shadow on the face of the pretty girl in the Picture; and
-from that moment there was a change. "But it is only a Shadow from the
-fire-light glow," said the Youth of the Town. But something within
-whispered, "You are wrong; she is going to say, No."
-
-Again and again the words repeated themselves, clearly and distinctly,
-"You are wrong! you are wrong! you are wrong!" Then vaguely and almost
-inaudibly, "She is going to say, No;" with his own voice he made effort
-to drown the words of that fateful refrain. "It is the idle, spiteful
-chatter of some evil spirit. My heart is full of Hope, and I will not
-believe it." But that night, alone with his book and the face over the
-fire, only embers on the hearth--_the Shadow was still there_. But
-he said that it was a wild and troubled fancy--"It is not, can not be an
-actual Shadow; women may change, but surely not pictures."
-
-The next day Autumn repented of its wanton folly, and called out with
-Sunshine and Brightness for the return of the dead Summer. The light
-fell on the face of the girl in the Picture, but it did not lift the
-Shadow. Nor did the dead Summer return to gladden the heart of the
-Autumn, full of too late and useless regret. "No, I am not certain,"
-said the Youth, touched with a Doubt. It was only a touch, but his step
-was heavy and a trifle less quick, as he went down the street to his
-Duty of the day. Again he passed by the crowded shop window. The dealer
-had filled the vacant corner; but he did not see, and he did not care to
-see, what was there. For there was now only one picture in all the world
-for this Youth of the Town with Hope in his heart; but something else
-had crowded into his heart, and it was--Doubt. He went on his way and
-about his duty with this one hopeful thought: "The nightfall will bring
-a change, and the Shadow will have gone." But each day the Shadow
-deepened, and the Youth carried with him a more troubled and a less
-hopeful heart. All those who saw the Picture, and who had seen it
-when first it came, now looked upon it with painful surprise, and
-unhesitatingly said, "Your pretty-faced girl over the mantel yonder
-is undoubtedly going to say, No."
-
-Into the soft, dark eye there seemed to have crept a glitter, cold and
-almost unfeeling. The fatal Shadow had hardened, but not altogether
-stolen away the beauty of that sweet mouth. Even the loose-flowing gown
-seemed to have lost its easy grace, and stiffened into splendid and
-haughty folds, fit only for the form of some grand old Dame proud of her
-beauty and proud of her ancient coronet. The very lace about her slender
-throat--but a misty web of dainty and intricate work--seemed to have
-crystallized and whitened, as if done with a sharp and skillful chisel.
-The pale, pinky tinge about the perfect little ear had deepened into
-a more rosy hue, which had overspread the face--barely more than
-pale--with a deep color and a glow of emotion only half concealed.
-Ah, was it a look of triumph? was it the consciousness of power?
-
-The left hand, holding her Lover's letter, had lost its somewhat
-tremulous look. The fingers of the other hand had tightened about the
-pen, hovering over that unwritten page. And, in short, she seemed ready
-to write the answer--what will it be? The heart of the Youth was full of
-Trouble. Hope flickered up into an uncertain existence. Now the Picture
-had grown hateful to his sight; so a silken curtain, in crimson folds,
-clung against and hid away the face of this Changeful Lady.
-
-But no sooner was the curtain drawn, hiding from sight the lovely and
-beloved face, but an all-powerful desire brought him back again, and lo!
-the curtain was rudely thrust aside; but alas! there was no change.
-
-When away from his room and the siren-like face behind its silken folds
-of crimson, he fretted to return and look again for a change wrought out
-by his brief absence; but there was none.
-
-Hateful indeed the sight may have been of that changeful face, but it
-had grown to him absolutely necessary, and more pleasant, indeed, even
-when hard, cold, and unkind, than other faces not less beautiful smiling
-sweet unspoken words.
-
-He slept in a curtained space near by, and often waked in the still
-watches of the after-midnight, with the Hope in his heart, flaring up
-into a flame and burning him with a desire for another sight of that
-fickle face. Before the picture there hung a dim, red light, which
-burned all the night long. It was a swinging lamp of many tangled chains
-and fretted Venetian metal work. Once it had swung before an holy altar
-in an ancient Mexican town, where it had shed an unextinguished light
-throughout many years. It was a holy thing; so the Youth had thought it
-worthy of a place before the deep-set Picture of the chimney-piece--the
-shrine of his heart's treasure. Thus awakened out of troubled sleep, he
-often rose and stood before the covered Picture, beneath the swinging
-red light brought--stolen, perhaps--from the sacred sanctuary of that
-ancient church down in the land of Mexico. Often, with Hope, Doubt, and
-Fear in his heart, he would turn away from before the untouched curtain.
-"Useless, useless, useless," would be the burden of his thought.
-
-The third Easter-tide comes with its brightness, its flowers, and its
-Hopes--yet my Lady of the Picture has not changed. Still that same
-relentless look; still that premonition of a No not yet said; still in
-her left hand she holds the letter; still in her right hand the pen, and
-the page beneath it is yet guiltless of a word.
-
-But frowns and relentless looks have not put to flight the remnant of
-Hope in the heart of the Youth. "It is only a picture. Why should I
-trouble?" he said.
-
-But words are easy, and many questions are hard to answer.
-
-The Youth had loved the face when first he saw it in the crowded
-shop-window of the Town. So did he love it now. Change can not kill
-Love, if Love it be. What matter to the Youth even if the eye had grown
-cold and a Shadow rested about the sweet mouth? Can such things as these
-make denial to the heart of a Lover? Aye, to the heart of a Love-maker,
-but not to the heart of one who loves. There is no limit to Love. A
-thousand nays can not check its course if true Love it be.
-
-But again there is a change with my Lady of the Picture. Does the heart
-of the advancing Easter-tide hold the magic spell? Those who chance to
-see her now note it, and think it strange. "No," they murmur, "will be
-her answer. But it is her Duty that bids her, and she must obey."
-
-The silken curtain is torn down and the light of day completes the
-triple story of this, my Lady of the Picture. The cold glitter is gone
-from about the eyes, and the old soft light has returned, and yet it is
-not the same as of old. The fatal Shadow round about the sweet mouth is
-but a bare outline--a shade, not a Shadow any more.
-
-Again the pretty white gown is loose--flowing and beautiful. The thought
-of the grand old Dame, proud of her beauty and proud of her ancient
-coronet, vanishes with the morning mist of the Easter-tide. Again the
-dainty lace that clings to her slender white and flower-like throat,
-softens and grows creamy and weblike, free from the bleachment and
-crystallization of a while ago. Again the face is barely more than pale.
-The deep color has faded away, leaving but a faint, delicate trace, and
-a pinky tinge which reaches out until it kisses the utmost tip of her
-perfect little ear. How deep, tender, and wondrous sad those eyes have
-grown! Down in their dark depths her very soul seems to tremble into
-sight. It is only one who has suffered who can have such eyes. And, in
-truth, it is worth almost a lifetime of suffering to look deep down into
-such eyes of sad beauty. She was but a pretty-faced girl; but now,
-behold! she is a beautiful woman. And she is weary, O, so weary with the
-long, hard battle within.
-
-But Fear and Doubt still dwell and share with Hope a place in the heart
-of the Youth. He finds it sweet comfort to believe that even if her
-answer be No, it may come from a sense of Duty. Love is Love always, but
-not so with Duty. For that which may be Duty to-day may not be Duty on
-the morrow.
-
-So the Youth of the Town longs for the coming of the morrow.
-
-Who wrote, and sent to her with those sweet red roses from some old-time
-garden, this, his Lover's letter, which she still is holding in her left
-hand, once again just a trifle tremulous? Who has asked this question of
-a woman's heart? Is he a man strong and noble, whom she does not love,
-yet does not wish to wound? Or is it some one less strong, less noble,
-who has her Love, although he be unworthy of it?
-
-And does Duty bid her make denial, even though it break her loving
-heart?
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-Is it Regret, Duty, Love, or What?
-
-But still she gives no answer. And the Youth of the Town is still
-hoping, doubting, fearing.
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-Ah, my sweet, sad-eyed Lady, what will your answer be?
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-  Sherley Place,
-    Easter-tide, 1884.
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-_Some Broken Twigs_
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-_BY_
-CLARA M. BEEDE
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-The Press of Flozari, Pegasus Studios
-Box 5804, Cleveland, 1, Ohio
-1946
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-     _Dedicated to my granddaughter
-      BETTY TODD BRISTOW
-      the new mother_
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-ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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-We are grateful for permission to include certain poems that were
-first published in Caravan of Verse, Cass County Democrat, 1943
-Chipmunk, From, Lyricists Reflections, 1940 Song Poems, The New Earth,
-Tulsa Tribune, and 1941 Visions.
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-OTHER TORCHBEARER CHAPBOOKS
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-by
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-CLARA M. BEEDE
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-  45: Brown Plumes
-  51: More Brown Plumes
-  63: Sunshine and Rain
-  73: Clear Crystals (Second Printing)
-  88: Only Pebbles
-  94: Golden Leaves
-  98: Sail High Above
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-FOREWORD
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-In the four seasons of the year there are many beautiful days as well
-as dismal days in life. The broken twigs and trails, as well as the
-good ones go to make up this world. All mark and show posterity the
-way out of the woods.
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-These poems, and many other poems written by Mrs. Beede show these
-things and the wonders of nature.
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-As only a true mother can, she has shown me these wonders. I sincerely
-hope that all who read her poems will appreciate them as I do and reap
-the benefit of the morals of her thoughtful and enjoyable poems and
-know as I do her love of nature and things beautiful.
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-Genevieve Beede Henderson
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-TO NEW YORK
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-  For maid and lad New York is fairy land,
-  Delightful charms in gorgeous brilliant lure!
-  Our youth do struggle on ambition's tour.
-  They meet life's challenge with true heart and hand.
-  Forgotten trails are marked with scar and wand;
-  A blasted rock and broken twigs assure
-  The traveler that others fought the moor,
-  And sailed the stormy breakers, crossed the sand
-  To build the city on a granite slab.
-  They tamed the wilderness, a sturdy clan!
-  Retracing paths recall the glory made,
-  Lays bare the secrets of the field and lab.
-  Such tours give hope for future life and plan.
-  Brave men have set the torch with ax and spade.
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-MEET THE CHALLENGE
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-  The coddled youth, like greenhouse plant
-  Will wilt and die in desert sand,
-  Can never meet the storms of life,
-  Untried and mild and soft his hands.
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-  He walks within the favored nooks,
-  Protected there much more than those,
-  Who meet the challenge face ahead,
-  And struggle on to conquer foes.
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-  They learn to take the gaff and thrust,
-  And from an inner courage gain
-  A faith in toil and love of truth;
-  They pray to God to ease the pain.
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-WINTER
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-  A glow of life shines from the leaf-stripped limbs,
-  In sheltered nooks snowbirds are singing hymns.
-  The sycamore shafts gleam and shine afar,
-  Down by the river where the black oaks are.
-  The goldenrod now droops his fuzzy head;
-  There by my fence, leaves make a fluffy bed.
-  They mulch my flower seed down in the loam;
-  Beyond below the tall sedge grasses moan.
-  Seared grass curls firmly over tender sprigs,
-  And my rose bush there curves its brown thorned twigs.
-  Beneath my window, tulip bulbs lay snug,
-  Quite safe and warm in earthy winter rug.
-  All nature resting for a springtime gain,
-  And quiet gray tones soothe an inner pain.
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-DREAMING BY THE RIVER
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-  Ripples on the water
-  Rustling in the trees
-  Wind sighing gently
-  Whistling by with ease.
-  Cow-bells tinkling distant
-  Farmer on the lea,
-  Cattle nibbling grasses
-  Little honey bee.
-  Frosted leaves of autumn
-  Sailing down the stream.
-  Neatest clump of willows,
-  Oh, for some ice cream.
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-WHEN YOU COME HOME
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-  O happy, happy heart, that can but leap
-  For joy, when you return to me again;
-  The love within grows fresh as morning glen,
-  Awakes and lights the gloom where shadows creep.
-  --The night will come and with it women weep.
-  Stay, Dear, with me, for dark will come and then,
-  It fills the soul with fear--don't go again--
-  Black clouds will roll, when only children sleep.
-  O Darling storms of midnight vex and threat;
-  The gullies moan and then the goblins see!
-  It is not wise or brave to prattle so;
-  And Dear, if you must go, I will not fret;
-  The sun will shine when you come home to me,
-  Dark night is day and only mild winds blow.
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-CHILDREN AT THE PARK
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-  We hop and skip in time
-  In the shade of the sycamore trees,
-  Fly around like the birds and the bees.
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-  We swing and sway and climb
-  To the top of the strong monkey bars,
-  Watch the boats and the Riverside cars.
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-  We swim and shout in glee,
-  While the ships on the river sail on.
-  How time flies and the morning is gone.
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-  We leap and prance about
-  And we sing by the Riverside drive.
-  Thus we play and we eat and we thrive.
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-THE FLEET (1945)
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-  A long line of ships,
-  War-scarred in glory smothered
-  On navy's glad day.
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-SPRING IS BUDDING
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-  Why is the sun ashining
-  And all the faces glad?
-  Why are the buds abursting
-  And not, a thing is sad?
-        I hear the sparrow twittering
-        Her sweet old melody.
-        Darling the spring is budding
-        In all her ecstasy.
-  Spring and the sun are smiling
-  To bring the leaves and cress.
-  Love in the heart is waking
-  To give us happiness.
-        I hear the lark awarbling
-        Her sweet old melody.
-        And too my heart is singing
-        In happy ecstasy.
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-BEAUTIFUL ROSE
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-  Beautiful rose
-  Your crimson velvet tells me
-  The loveliest message.
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-SUN ON THE RIVER
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-  O river, flowing on,
-  In flashing sunlight roll,
-  And join the ocean lawn
-  Up to the island shoal.
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-  O great and mighty stream,
-  With flaming breast and bow,
-  Your ferries glide and gleam
-  Through sparkling glare and glow.
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-  O sun, on rolling wave
-  Shine far out to the sea,
-  And rounded billows pave,
-  Like quickened silver flee.
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-  O sheets of dazzling light,
-  Move on close to the edge,
-  Where ships are anchored right,
-  And gold flames on the ledge.
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-  O rivers, drifting fire
-  With steamers flaming wide,
-  Play on your silent lyre
-  Until the shadows hide.
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-OUT ON THE BAY
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-  Out on the bay
-  Was spread a silver while sheet,
-  Glazed and painted by the sun,
-  Today.
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-  Down in my heart
-  Was pain and sorrow's dark sleet
-  Eased and melted by the sun,
-  In part.
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-RESTING
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-  There is no soothing so complete,
-    As sitting in the sun,
-  Or chasing butterflies through wheat,
-    Although no cloth is spun.
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-A SHOWER'S MELODY
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-  A babbling brooklet wends its happy way
-  Adown a rocky path across the plain.
-  And goes a-galloping along in rain.
-  In drought he stops and waits a lucky day,
-  When clouds roll up and men and women pray,
-  And withered is the corn and grasses and grain.
-  The dust clings thick on every sill and pane.
-  A shower soon refreshes loam and clay.
-  The little stream resumes its cheerful hymn.
-  It warbles on content to sing and flow,
-  The music lilts and swells in happy glee;
-  And too, the birds and bees join in with vim,
-  Harmonious, alive, in twilight glow
-  A mighty choir of gorgeous melody!
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-IF YOU HEAR
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-  If you hear the scoff of friends,
-  Or see their anger grow,
-  Just please remember this,
-  Perhaps they do not know.
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-DANCING ON A LEVEL ROAD
-
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-  It is a happy thing to dance
-    A long a level road
-  So brave a deed to take a chance
-    Of slipping off the load.
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-IT WAS HOME
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-  A little old house in a sheltered nook,
-  Some cottonwood trees near a babbling brook,
-  A sturdy gnarled oak by a grassy lane
-  That leads to green pastures past flowing grain.
-  A trellised rose bush hides a crumbling wall,
-  Where lovers have stood near the waterfall;
-  Beyond the sun sets in a golden glow
-  And shadows stretch far to the mead below.
-  A shining wire fence follows up the hill
-  And curves about to the graded fill.
-  Then back to the house in a cozy spot
-  We loiter there on the hallowed lot,
-  Where Mother's sweet face waits, in gentle calm,
-  And Father sits near and roads an old psalm.
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-
-QUESTIONS
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-
-  If I could brush the cobwebs from my eyes,
-      What could I see?
-  If I could roll the boulder from my path,
-      What would I be?
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-DISTRUST
-
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-  He walks the safest way;
-  There must be no thistles on his path.
-  He knows all men are clay.
-  If truth wears feathers in her cap,
-  They must be plucked away,
-  That all may proven be.
-
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-
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-COUNTING
-
-
-  The morning sun casts purple in the fields,
-  A mocking bird sings gaily in the oaks,
-  White fluffy clouds rest in the murky sky.
-  It is yet cool, the maples scarcely stir,
-  But noon will burn the grasses by the way
-  And give the girl there at the soda fount
-  A welcome trade. The heat will parch the earth,
-  So that flowers will wilt and droop their charm.
-  But night will come and bring refreshing breeze
-  And fold a soothing mantle over all
-  Like mother spreading blankets over Tom.
-  Now day by day the summer slips on by,
-  Its stifling heat and gloomy skies will pass.
-  And winter cold will come with hoary frost;
-  Yet by our hearths we rest in quiet peace,
-  Secure our roofs and snug our sheltered beds.
-  Remember Spring, how roses bloom and flamed!
-  And how the sunny days kept pace with time.
-  In winter some hours will be gilded gold.
-  It's true our blessings add up more than half.
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-
-
-
-ON THE FERRY
-
-
-  A multitude of lights twinkled in glee;
-  Receding ones reached out, their friendship gleamed
-  With hands across to shield from dark, it seemed;
-  And coming dock was lit from home to sea.
-  There was no gloam and dusk for you and me.
-  The stars above, grand sentinels all reamed,
-  Conducting us home like naught ever dreamed;
-  The scalloped bridge festooned like a Christmas tree,
-  And gate post lamps led strangers through the park.
-  Our fathers planned that all should walk in light,
-  That every man could find his way like day,
-  Until the amber dawning wake the lark.
-  Thus peacefully we glided through the night,
-  Serenely going home the ferry way.
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-PERHAPS
-
-
-  I see a gorgeous city, pompous, grand,
-  And hear it weeping with pain long borne.
-  It is built on rock and nobly planned,
-  The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn.
-
-  I feel its memories in brick and stone,
-  And lift my eyes to see the sky and stars.
-  Unpainted rock in weathered greys and blown
-  With winds and well I understand the bars.
-
-  From walk to turret there are many eyes,
-  Perhaps some measuring these thoughts of mine,
-  What color hair? How long the coat and thighs?
-  It may be true we drink the self-same wine.
-
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-OKLAHOMA
-
-
-  Hail Oklahoma land! O prairie plain,
-  There is no state more dearly loved.--All hail!
-  Where grassy hills and sheltered cove and vale
-  Rest quietly in peace--and in refrain
-  Our voices lift in praise and joy again;
-  We sing of Oklahoma land.--All hail!
-  Of sunny skies and even windy gale,
-  And wealth of growing corn and flowing grain;
-  Where black gold gleams and roses bloom in spring.
-  Here long roads stretch and grazing cow-herds roam.
-  We build in faith great churches and our state
-  With many schools, where children gaily sing.
-  We love our loamy fields and prairie home
-  And struggle onward upward, soon and late.
-
-  Hail Oklahoma land! O grassy plain,
-  There is no state more dearly loved.--All hail!
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-
-
-OUR MORNING PRAYER
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-  Our Father in heaven,
-  Drive from the soul the hopelessness,
-  Fill it with charity and faith,
-  And fire the heart with kindliness,
-  For Jesus sake, amen.
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-WE THANK OUR GOD
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-  We thank our God for this glad Christmas day,
-  For health and freedom, peace and hope today.
-  We float our flag on every hill and trail;
-  All Hail! The red and white and blue, all hail!
-  Again upon the board a feast is spread,
-  And God now guards and blesses our good bread.
-  Our turkey's big and fat and pudding brown,
-  And we will smile all day and wear no frown.
-  Once more our bins are filled with corn and wheat,
-  The bread we break is good, so light and sweet,
-  Cranberries, pumpkin pies and walnut meats.
-  We bow to thank our God for these good eats.
-  This land America! To God give thanks.
-  Our men are strong and brave in all the ranks.
-  All Hail America! Our hope and pride.
-  God bless our home and now with us abide.
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-WAITING
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-
-  The waiting minutes
-  Tick on but never ending
-  To eternity.
-  The years do not wait.
-  So stealthily do they move,
-  Like deep swift water.
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-THAT HAPPY COMPANIONSHIP
-
-
-  Remembering friends of the not long ago,
-  Their laughter a gay bubbling song.
-  The whispering of secrets, the rapture of show.
-  The mounting of spirits lit the peak aglow
-  And lifted the heart up along
-
-  The forgetting of wrong in a moment of joy,
-  Quite erased the hurt and the scar,
-  With music of kindness and naught to annoy,
-  And gold of the friendship refusing alloy.
-  Thus comrades in their happiness are.
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-
-
-I WATCHED MY FLOWERS
-
-
-  I watched my flowers grow and brighten barren places;
-  They smiled at me the whole day long with brilliant faces
-  The blues and reds, the white and yellow in morning dews
-  Drove out the hurt of bitter grief and other bruise,
-  But now the drought will blight the tender buds and leaves.
-  And parch the earth as the winds blow on scorching sprees,
-  'Til July's heat and August sun are duly past,
-  Yet many things are fine and good at weary last
-  For if the rain should come, good seed would surely die.
-  In truth, I should be thankful for a cloudless sky
-  To ripen seed that sprout and grow in barren places.
-  And wink at me next year with bright and smiling faces
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-BEES OF HATRED
-
-
-  The bees of hatred hover
-  Above and around us.
-  A good crop will be hatched
-  To torment and sting us.
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-THIS AFTERNOON
-
-
-  This afternoon, an angry heart and crude
-  Consoled himself with an unkindly deed.
-  Within his soul was hate like garden weed,
-  That choked the buds and bulbs. In childish feud,
-  His glee, like noisy urchins brash and rude,
-  Who trample flowers, pay no thoughtful heed.
-  The careless acts bring harm and pain with speed.
-  And sin-scarred hearts deceive themselves, delude
-  No one. Such souls will have few friends at last.
-  When life is hard, no one will bear his care
-  Unless a kindly one, who looks about
-  To help, to pull and clear. The field is vast!
-  O weary man! Unhappy world! "Unfair
-  Is life" men say, "The whole is full of doubt."
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-SHE RETURNED IT
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-  She borrowed a lump of sugar
-    To sweeten a cup of tea.
-  I felt so very silly
-    When she brought it back to me.
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-TO MY FRIENDS
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-  On Christmas day, let happy dreams
-  Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams.
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-A MAIDEN'S DREAM
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-  I often think and dream and ponder
-    Of things that I have seen,
-  And twist the real into a wonder
-    When men and birds convene.
-
-  If I could reach that star up yonder,
-    My soul would lift and preen;
-  If Summertime would always stay
-    My yard would be more green.
-
-  I see the airplane rise and soaring
-    On all bright days and fair;
-  The tiny specks go roaring out
-    Across the hills from care.
-
-  If my good pilot friend is landing
-    On some star world up there.
-  He might bring back some silver
-    Or flowers for my hair.
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-PROMISES
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-
-  On New Year's day
-    Mankind makes promises
-  Of gossamer film.
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-IN BOASTFUL PRIDE
-
-
-  He walked quite proudly on the rocky ledge
-  And shouted, "I am standing here so high!
-  How fine the valley and the flowing rye,
-  I see the barn that's near the osage hedge;
-  Come look--it's splendid from this shaly edge!"
-  He leaned far out and slipped--the foolish guy.
-  Where he had stood was only murky sky.
-  To face great danger is a privilege.
-  Don't dare for show, my boy, the rock might slide.
-  For worthy cause the brave will stand or fall,
-  But watch the stepping where the bluff is steep;
-  Remember too when flushed with boastful pride,
-  Men take most careless risks--don't reckon all;
-  And then--a life goes out in just one leap.
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-IN THE STORM
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-  Hear the gale roaring through woods!
-      Trees bend and snap and sway,
-      They race and break on this dark day.
-  If I could fashion some sturdy hoods
-      To hold the storm at bay,
-      Then trim and straight would all trees stay.
-  But great trees knotted by winds' moods
-      --Like men who face their care--
-  Stand scarred yet staunch and bravely there.
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-THE PRESS OF FLOZARI
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-COLOPHON
-
-This is number 107 of the Torchbearers' Chapbooks, printed by hand at
-the Pegasus Studio, from hand-set 10 point Century on Eggshell paper,
-in an edition of 110 copies and the type distributed.
-
-  Copies may be secured from the author, at 75c each, postpaid
-  Clara M. Beede, 146-1/2 North College, Tulsa 4, Okla.
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-A LOVER’S COMPLAINT
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-by William Shakespeare
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-
-From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
-A plaintful story from a sist’ring vale,
-My spirits t’attend this double voice accorded,
-And down I laid to list the sad-tun’d tale;
-Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
-Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
-Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain.
-
-Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
-Which fortified her visage from the sun,
-Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
-The carcass of a beauty spent and done;
-Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
-Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven’s fell rage
-Some beauty peeped through lattice of sear’d age.
-
-Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
-Which on it had conceited characters,
-Laund’ring the silken figures in the brine
-That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,
-And often reading what contents it bears;
-As often shrieking undistinguish’d woe,
-In clamours of all size, both high and low.
-
-Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride,
-As they did batt’ry to the spheres intend;
-Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
-To th’orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
-Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
-To every place at once, and nowhere fix’d,
-The mind and sight distractedly commix’d.
-
-Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
-Proclaim’d in her a careless hand of pride;
-For some untuck’d descended her sheav’d hat,
-Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
-Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
-And, true to bondage, would not break from thence,
-Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
-
-A thousand favours from a maund she drew,
-Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
-Which one by one she in a river threw,
-Upon whose weeping margent she was set,
-Like usury applying wet to wet,
-Or monarchs’ hands, that lets not bounty fall
-Where want cries ‘some,’ but where excess begs ‘all’.
-
-Of folded schedules had she many a one,
-Which she perus’d, sigh’d, tore and gave the flood;
-Crack’d many a ring of posied gold and bone,
-Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
-Found yet mo letters sadly penn’d in blood,
-With sleided silk, feat and affectedly
-Enswath’d, and seal’d to curious secrecy.
-
-These often bath’d she in her fluxive eyes,
-And often kiss’d, and often gave to tear;
-Cried, ‘O false blood, thou register of lies,
-What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
-Ink would have seem’d more black and damned here!’
-This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
-Big discontent so breaking their contents.
-
-A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
-Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
-Of court, of city, and had let go by
-The swiftest hours observed as they flew,
-Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
-And, privileg’d by age, desires to know
-In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
-
-So slides he down upon his grained bat,
-And comely distant sits he by her side,
-When he again desires her, being sat,
-Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
-If that from him there may be aught applied
-Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
-’Tis promised in the charity of age.
-
-‘Father,’ she says, ‘though in me you behold
-The injury of many a blasting hour,
-Let it not tell your judgement I am old,
-Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power.
-I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
-Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
-Love to myself, and to no love beside.
-
-‘But woe is me! Too early I attended
-A youthful suit; it was to gain my grace;
-O one by nature’s outwards so commended,
-That maiden’s eyes stuck over all his face,
-Love lack’d a dwelling and made him her place;
-And when in his fair parts she did abide,
-She was new lodg’d and newly deified.
-
-‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
-And every light occasion of the wind
-Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls,
-What’s sweet to do, to do will aptly find,
-Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind:
-For on his visage was in little drawn,
-What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn.
-
-‘Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
-His phoenix down began but to appear,
-Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,
-Whose bare out-bragg’d the web it seemed to wear.
-Yet show’d his visage by that cost more dear,
-And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
-If best were as it was, or best without.
-
-‘His qualities were beauteous as his form,
-For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
-Yet if men mov’d him, was he such a storm
-As oft ’twixt May and April is to see,
-When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
-His rudeness so with his authoriz’d youth
-Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
-
-‘Well could he ride, and often men would say
-That horse his mettle from his rider takes,
-Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
-What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!
-And controversy hence a question takes,
-Whether the horse by him became his deed,
-Or he his manage by th’ well-doing steed.
-
-‘But quickly on this side the verdict went,
-His real habitude gave life and grace
-To appertainings and to ornament,
-Accomplish’d in himself, not in his case;
-All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
-Came for additions; yet their purpos’d trim
-Piec’d not his grace, but were all grac’d by him.
-
-‘So on the tip of his subduing tongue
-All kind of arguments and question deep,
-All replication prompt, and reason strong,
-For his advantage still did wake and sleep,
-To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep:
-He had the dialect and different skill,
-Catching all passions in his craft of will.
-
-‘That he did in the general bosom reign
-Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,
-To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
-In personal duty, following where he haunted,
-Consent’s bewitch’d, ere he desire, have granted,
-And dialogued for him what he would say,
-Ask’d their own wills, and made their wills obey.
-
-‘Many there were that did his picture get
-To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind,
-Like fools that in th’ imagination set
-The goodly objects which abroad they find
-Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign’d,
-And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them,
-Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.
-
-‘So many have, that never touch’d his hand,
-Sweetly suppos’d them mistress of his heart.
-My woeful self that did in freedom stand,
-And was my own fee-simple (not in part)
-What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
-Threw my affections in his charmed power,
-Reserv’d the stalk and gave him all my flower.
-
-‘Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
-Demand of him, nor being desired yielded,
-Finding myself in honour so forbid,
-With safest distance I mine honour shielded.
-Experience for me many bulwarks builded
-Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain’d the foil
-Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.
-
-‘But ah! Who ever shunn’d by precedent
-The destin’d ill she must herself assay,
-Or force’d examples ’gainst her own content,
-To put the by-pass’d perils in her way?
-Counsel may stop a while what will not stay:
-For when we rage, advice is often seen
-By blunting us to make our wills more keen.
-
-‘Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
-That we must curb it upon others’ proof,
-To be forbode the sweets that seems so good,
-For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
-O appetite, from judgement stand aloof!
-The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
-Though reason weep and cry, “It is thy last.”
-
-‘For further I could say, “This man’s untrue”,
-And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
-Heard where his plants in others’ orchards grew,
-Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
-Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
-Thought characters and words merely but art,
-And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
-
-‘And long upon these terms I held my city,
-Till thus he ’gan besiege me: “Gentle maid,
-Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
-And be not of my holy vows afraid:
-That’s to ye sworn, to none was ever said,
-For feasts of love I have been call’d unto,
-Till now did ne’er invite, nor never woo.
-
-‘“All my offences that abroad you see
-Are errors of the blood, none of the mind:
-Love made them not; with acture they may be,
-Where neither party is nor true nor kind,
-They sought their shame that so their shame did find,
-And so much less of shame in me remains,
-By how much of me their reproach contains.
-
-‘“Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
-Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
-Or my affection put to th’ smallest teen,
-Or any of my leisures ever charmed:
-Harm have I done to them, but ne’er was harmed;
-Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
-And reign’d commanding in his monarchy.
-
-‘“Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
-Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood,
-Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
-Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
-In bloodless white and the encrimson’d mood;
-Effects of terror and dear modesty,
-Encamp’d in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
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-‘“And, lo! behold these talents of their hair,
-With twisted metal amorously empleach’d,
-I have receiv’d from many a several fair,
-Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech’d,
-With th’ annexions of fair gems enrich’d,
-And deep-brain’d sonnets that did amplify
-Each stone’s dear nature, worth and quality.
-
-‘“The diamond, why ’twas beautiful and hard,
-Whereto his invis’d properties did tend,
-The deep green emerald, in whose fresh regard
-Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
-The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
-With objects manifold; each several stone,
-With wit well blazon’d smil’d, or made some moan.
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-‘“Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
-Of pensiv’d and subdued desires the tender,
-Nature hath charg’d me that I hoard them not,
-But yield them up where I myself must render,
-That is, to you, my origin and ender:
-For these of force must your oblations be,
-Since I their altar, you empatron me.
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-‘“O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,
-Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
-Take all these similes to your own command,
-Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise:
-What me, your minister for you, obeys,
-Works under you; and to your audit comes
-Their distract parcels in combined sums.
-
-‘“Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
-Or sister sanctified of holiest note,
-Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
-Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
-For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
-But kept cold distance, and did thence remove
-To spend her living in eternal love.
-
-‘“But O, my sweet, what labour is’t to leave
-The thing we have not, mast’ring what not strives,
-Planing the place which did no form receive,
-Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves,
-She that her fame so to herself contrives,
-The scars of battle ’scapeth by the flight,
-And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
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-‘“O pardon me, in that my boast is true,
-The accident which brought me to her eye,
-Upon the moment did her force subdue,
-And now she would the caged cloister fly:
-Religious love put out religion’s eye:
-Not to be tempted would she be immur’d,
-And now to tempt all, liberty procur’d.
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-‘“How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
-The broken bosoms that to me belong
-Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
-And mine I pour your ocean all among:
-I strong o’er them, and you o’er me being strong,
-Must for your victory us all congest,
-As compound love to physic your cold breast.
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-‘“My parts had pow’r to charm a sacred nun,
-Who, disciplin’d and dieted in grace,
-Believ’d her eyes when they t’assail begun,
-All vows and consecrations giving place.
-O most potential love! Vow, bond, nor space,
-In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
-For thou art all and all things else are thine.
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-‘“When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
-Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
-How coldly those impediments stand forth,
-Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
-Love’s arms are peace, ’gainst rule, ’gainst sense, ’gainst shame,
-And sweetens, in the suff’ring pangs it bears,
-The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
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-‘“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
-Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
-And supplicant their sighs to your extend,
-To leave the batt’ry that you make ’gainst mine,
-Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
-And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
-That shall prefer and undertake my troth.”
-
-‘This said, his wat’ry eyes he did dismount,
-Whose sights till then were levell’d on my face;
-Each cheek a river running from a fount
-With brinish current downward flowed apace.
-O how the channel to the stream gave grace!
-Who, glaz’d with crystal gate the glowing roses
-That flame through water which their hue encloses.
-
-‘O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
-In the small orb of one particular tear!
-But with the inundation of the eyes
-What rocky heart to water will not wear?
-What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
-O cleft effect! Cold modesty, hot wrath,
-Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.
-
-‘For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
-Even there resolv’d my reason into tears;
-There my white stole of chastity I daff’d,
-Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears,
-Appear to him as he to me appears,
-All melting, though our drops this diff’rence bore:
-His poison’d me, and mine did him restore.
-
-‘In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
-Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
-Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
-Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
-In either’s aptness, as it best deceives,
-To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
-Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows.
-
-‘That not a heart which in his level came
-Could ’scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
-Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
-And veil’d in them, did win whom he would maim.
-Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
-When he most burned in heart-wish’d luxury,
-He preach’d pure maid, and prais’d cold chastity.
-
-‘Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
-The naked and concealed fiend he cover’d,
-That th’unexperient gave the tempter place,
-Which, like a cherubin, above them hover’d.
-Who, young and simple, would not be so lover’d?
-Ay me! I fell, and yet do question make
-What I should do again for such a sake.
-
-‘O, that infected moisture of his eye,
-O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow’d!
-O, that forc’d thunder from his heart did fly,
-O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow’d,
-O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,
-Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
-And new pervert a reconciled maid.’
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-SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC
-
-by William Shakespeare
-
-
-
-
-I.
-
-It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
-That liked of her master as well as well might be.
-Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see,
-  Her fancy fell a-turning.
-Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did fight,
-To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight;
-To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite
-  Unto the silly damsel!
-But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain,
-That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain,
-For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain:
-  Alas, she could not help it!
-Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day,
-Which by a gift of learnlng did bear the maid away;
-Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay;
-  For now my song is ended.
-
-
-II.
-
-On a day (alack the day!)
-Love, whose month was ever May,
-Spied a blossom passing fair,
-Playing in the wanton air:
-Through the velvet leaves the wind,
-All unseen, 'gan passage find;
-That the lover, sick to death,
-Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
-Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
-Air, would I might triumph so!
-But, alas! my hand hath sworn
-Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
-Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
-Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet,
-Thou for whom Jove would swear
-Juno but an Ethiope were;
-And deny himself for Jove,
-Turning mortal for thy love.
-
-
-III.
-
-My flocks feed not,
-My ewes breed not,
-My rams speed not,
-  All is amiss:
-Love is dying,
-Faith's defying,
-Heart's denying,
-  Causer of this.
-All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
-All my lady's love is lost, God wot:
-Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
-There a nay is plac'd without remove.
-One silly cross
-Wrought all my loss;
-  O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
-For now I see,
-Inconstancy
-  More in women than in men remain.
-
-In black mourn I,
-All fears scorn I,
-Love bath forlorn me,
-  Living in thrall:
-Heart is bleeding,
-All help needing,
-(O cruel speeding!)
-  Fraughted with gall.
-My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,
-My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
-My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,
-Plays not at all, but seems afraid;
-With sighs so deep,
-Procures to weep,
-  In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight.
-How sighs resound
-Through heartless ground,
-  Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
-
-Clear wells spring not,
-Sweet birds sing  not,
-Green plants bring not
-  Forth; they die;
-Herds stand weeping,
-Flocks all sleeping,
-Nymphs back peeping
-  Fearfully.
-All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
-All our merry meetings on the plains,
-All our evening sport from us is fled,
-All our love is lost, for Love is dead.
-Farewell, sweet lass,
-Thy like ne'er was
-  For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
-Poor Coridon
-Must live alone,
-Other help for him I see that there is none.
-
-
-IV.
-
-When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
-And stall'd the deer that thou shouldst strike,
-Let reason rule things worthy blame,
-As well as fancy partial might:
-  Take counsel of some wiser head,
-  Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
-
-And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
-Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
-Lest she some subtle practice smell,
-(A cripple soon can find a halt:)
-  But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
-  And set thy person forth to sell.
-
-What though her frowning brows be bent,
-Her cloudy looks will calm ere night;
-And then too late she will repent,
-That thus dissembled her delight;
-  And twice desire, ere it be day,
-  That which with scorn she put away.
-
-What though she strive to try her strength,
-And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
-Her feeble force will yield at length,
-When craft hath taught her thus to say:
- 'Had women been so strong as men,
- In faith, you had not had it then.'
-
-And to her will frame all thy ways;
-Spare not to spend,--and chiefly there
-Where thy desert may merit praise,
-By ringing in thy lady's ear:
-  The strongest castle, tower, and town,
-  The golden bullet beats it down.
-
-Serve always with assured trust,
-And in thy suit be humble, true;
-Unless thy lady prove unjust,
-Press never thou to choose anew:
-  When time shall serve, be thou not slack
-  To proffer, though she put thee back.
-
-The wiles and guiles that women work,
-Dissembled with an outward show,
-The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
-The cock that treads them shall not know.
-  Have you not heard it said full oft,
-  A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
-
-Think women still to strive with men,
-To sin, and never for to saint:
-There is no heaven, by holy then,
-When time with age doth them attaint.
-  Were kisses all the joys in bed,
-  One woman would another wed.
-
-But, soft! enough,--too much, I fear;
-Lest that my mistress hear my song;
-She'll not stick to round me i' the ear,
-To teach my tongue to be so long:
-  Yet will she blush, here be it said,
-  To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
-
-
-V.
-
-Live with me, and be my love,
-And we will all the pleasures prove,
-That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
-And all the craggy mountains yields.
-
-There will we sit upon the rocks,
-And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
-By shallow rivers, by whose falls
-Melodious birds sing madrigals.
-
-There will I make thee a bed of roses,
-With a thousand fragrant posies,
-A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
-Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
-
-A belt of straw and ivy buds,
-With coral clasps and amber studs;
-And if these pleasures may thee move,
-Then live with me and be my love.
-
-     LOVE'S ANSWER.
-
-If that the world and love were young,
-And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
-These pretty pleasures might me move
-To live with thee and be thy love.
-
-
-VI.
-
-As it fell upon a day
-In the merry month of May,
-Sitting in a pleasant shade
-Which a grove of myrtles made,
-Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
-Trees did grow, and plants did spring;
-Everything did banish moan,
-Save the nightingale alone:
-She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
-Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
-And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
-That to hear it was great pity:
-Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;
-Teru, teru, by and by:
-That to hear her so complain,
-Scarce I could from tears refrain;
-For her griefs, so lively shown,
-Made me think upon mine own.
-Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain;
-None take pity on thy pain:
-Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
-Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee.
-King Pandion, he is dead;
-All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
-All thy fellow-birds do sing,
-Careless of thy sorrowing.
-Even so, poor bird, like thee,
-None alive will pity me.
-Whilst as fickle fortune smil'd,
-Thou and I were both beguil'd.
-Every one that flatters thee
-Is no friend in misery.
-Words are easy like the wind;
-Faithful friends are hard to find.
-Every man will be thy friend,
-Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
-But if store of crowns be scant,
-No man will supply thy want.
-If that one be prodigal,
-Bountiful they will him call:
-And with such-like flattering,
-'Pity but he were a king.'
-If he be addict to vice,
-Quickly him they will entice;
-If to women he be bent,
-They have at commandement:
-But if fortune once do frown,
-Then farewell his great renown:
-They that fawn'd on him before,
-Use his company no more.
-He that is thy frend indeed,
-He will help thee in thy need;
-If thou sorrow, he will weep;
-If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
-Thus of every grief in heart
-He with thee doth bear a part.
-These are certain signs to know
-Faithful friend from flattering foe.
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-Online Distributed Proofreading Team
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-      includes the original illustrations and sound files of the music.
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-THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN.
-
-ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.
-
-London
-Charles Tilt, Fleet Street
-and Mustapha Syried, Constantinople
-
-MDCCCXXXIX
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-Warning to the Public
-
-CONCERNING
-
-THE LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN.
-
-
-In some collection of old English Ballads there is an ancient ditty which
-I am told bears some remote and distant resemblance to the following Epic
-Poem. I beg to quote the emphatic language of my estimable friend (if he
-will allow me to call him so), the Black Bear in Piccadilly, and to assure
-all to whom these presents may come, that "_I_ am the original." This
-affecting legend is given in the following pages precisely as I have
-frequently heard it sung on Saturday nights, outside a house of general
-refreshment (familiarly termed a wine vaults) at Battle-bridge. The singer
-is a young gentleman who can scarcely have numbered nineteen summers,
-and who before his last visit to the treadmill, where he was erroneously
-incarcerated for six months as a vagrant (being unfortunately mistaken
-for another gentleman), had a very melodious and plaintive tone of voice,
-which, though it is now somewhat impaired by gruel and such a getting up
-stairs for so long a period, I hope shortly to find restored. I have taken
-down the words from his own mouth at different periods, and have been
-careful to preserve his pronunciation, together with the air to which he
-does so much justice. Of his execution of it, however, and the intense
-melancholy which he communicates to such passages of the song as are most
-susceptible of such an expression, I am unfortunately unable to convey to
-the reader an adequate idea, though I may hint that the effect seems to me
-to be in part produced by the long and mournful drawl on the last two or
-three words of each verse.
-
-I had intended to have dedicated my imperfect illustrations of this
-beautiful Romance to the young gentleman in question. As I cannot find,
-however, that he is known among his friends by any other name than
-"The Tripe-skewer," which I cannot but consider as a _soubriquet_, or
-nick-name; and as I feel that it would be neither respectful nor proper
-to address him publicly by that title, I have been compelled to forego the
-pleasure. If this should meet his eye, will he pardon my humble attempt to
-embellish with the pencil the sweet ideas to which he gives such feeling
-utterance? And will he believe me to remain his devoted admirer,
-
-                              GEORGE CRUIKSHANK?
-
-P.S.--The above is not my writing, nor the notes either, nor am I on
-familiar terms (but quite the contrary) with the Black Bear. Nevertheless
-I admit the accuracy of the statement relative to the public singer whose
-name is unknown, and concur generally in the sentiments above expressed
-relative to him.
-
-[Illustration: (signature: George Cruikshank)]
-
-[Illustration: Musical Score]
-
-
-
-
-The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman.
-
-
-    I.
-
-    Lord Bateman vos a noble Lord,
-      A noble Lord of high degree;
-    He shipped his-self all aboard of a ship,
-      Some foreign country for to see.[1]
-
-For the notes to this beautiful Poem, see the end of the work.
-
-[Illustration: Lord Bateman as he appeared previous to his embarkation.]
-
-[Illustration: The Turk's only daughter approaches to mitigate the
-sufferings of Lord Bateman!--]
-
-    II.
-
-    He sail-ed east, he sail-ed vest,
-      Until he come to famed Tur-key,
-    Vere he vos taken, and put to prisin,
-      Until his life was quite wea-ry.
-
-
-    III.
-
-    All in this prisin there grew a tree,
-      O! there it grew so stout and strong,
-    Vere he vos chain-ed all by the middle
-      Until his life vos almost gone.
-
-[Illustration: The Turk's daughter expresses a wish as Lord Bateman was
-hers.]
-
-    IV.
-
-    This Turk[2] he had one ounly darter,
-      The fairest my two eyes e'er see,
-    She steele the keys of her father's prisin,
-      And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free.
-
-
-    V.
-
-    O she took him to her father's cellar,
-      And guv to him the best of vine;
-    And ev'ry holth she dronk unto him,
-      Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"[3]
-
-[Illustration: The "WOW."]
-
-    VI.
-
-    "O have you got houses, have you got land,
-      And does Northumberland belong to thee?
-    And what would you give to the fair young lady
-      As out of prisin would let you go free?"
-
-
-    VII.
-
-    "O I've got houses, and I've got land,
-      And half Northumberland belongs to me;
-    And I vill give it all to the fair young lady
-      As out of prisin vould let me go free."
-
-[Illustration: The Turk's daughter, bidding his Lordship farewell, is
-impressed with a foreboding that she will see him no more!--]
-
-    VIII.
-
-    "O in sevin long years, I'll make a wow
-      For sevin long years, and keep it strong,[4]
-    That if you'll ved no other voman,
-     O I vill v-e-ed no other man."
-
-
-    IX.
-
-    O She took him to her father's harbour,
-      And guv to him a ship of fame,
-    Saying, "Farevell, Farevell to you, Lord Bateman,
-      I fear I ne-e-ever shall see you agen."
-
-[Illustration: The Proud young Porter answers the door--]
-
-    X.
-
-    Now sevin long years is gone and past,
-      And fourteen days vell known to me;[5]
-    She packed up all her gay clouthing,
-      And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.
-
-
-    XI.
-
-    O ven she arrived at Lord Bateman's castle,
-      How bouldly then she rang the bell,
-    "Who's there! who's there!" cries the proud young porter,
-      "O come, unto me pray quickly tell."
-
-[Illustration: The Proud young Porter in Lord Bateman's State Apartment]
-
-    XII.
-
-    "O! is this here Lord Bateman's castle,
-      And is his lordship here vithin?"
-    "O Yes! O yes!" cries the proud young porter;
-      "He's just now takin' his young bride in."
-
-
-    XIII.
-
-    "O! bid him to send me a slice of bread,
-      And a bottle of the wery best vine,
-    And not forgettin' the fair young lady
-      As did release him ven close confine."
-
-[Illustration: The young bride's Mother is heard (for the first time) to
-speak freely]
-
-    XIV.
-
-    O! avay and avay vent this proud young porter,
-      O! avay and avay and avay vent he,[6]
-    Until he come to Lord Bateman's charmber,
-      Ven he vent down on his bended knee.
-
-
-    XV.
-
-    "Vot news, vot news, my proud young porter,[7]
-      Vot news, vot news, come tell to me?"
-    "O there is the fairest young lady
-      As ever my two eyes did see.
-
-[Illustration: The young bride comes on a horse and saddle]
-
-    XVI.
-
-    "She has got rings on ev'ry finger,
-      And on one finger she has got three:
-    Vith as much gay gould about her middle
-      As would buy half Northumberlee.
-
-
-    XVII.
-
-    "O she bids you to send her a slice of bread
-      And a bottle of the wery best vine,
-    And not forgettin' the fair young lady
-      As did release you ven close confine."
-
-[Illustration:--And goes home in a coach and three----]
-
-    XVIII.
-
-    Lord Bateman then in passion flew,
-      And broke his sword in splinters three,[8]
-    Saying, "I vill give half my father's land
-      If so be as Sophia[9] has crossed the sea."
-
-
-    XIX.
-
-    Then up and spoke this young bride's mother,
-      Who never vos heerd to speak so free:[10]
-    Sayin, "You'll not forget my ounly darter,
-      If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea."
-
-[Illustration: Lord Bateman, his other bride, and his favorite domestic,
-with all their hearts so full of glee.]
-
-    XX.
-
-    "O it's true I made a bride of your darter,
-      But she's neither the better nor the vorse for me;
-    She came to me with a horse and saddle,
-      But she may go home in a coach and three."
-
-
-    XXI.
-
-    Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage,
-      With both their hearts so full of glee,
-    Saying, "I vill roam no more to foreign countries
-      Now that Sophia has crossed the sea."[11]
-
-
-
-
-THE END.
-
-
-
-
-
-NOTES.
-
-
-[Footnote 1:
-
-    _Some foreign country for to see._
-
-The reader is here in six words artfully made acquainted with Lord
-Bateman's character and temperament.--Of a roving, wandering, and unsettled
-spirit, his Lordship left his native country, bound he knew not whither.
-_Some_ foreign country he wished to see, and that was the extent of his
-desire; any foreign country would answer his purpose--all foreign countries
-were alike to him. He was a citizen of the world, and upon the world of
-waters, sustained by the daring and reckless impulses of his heart, he
-boldly launched. For anything, from pitch-and-toss upwards to manslaughter,
-his Lordship was prepared. Lord Bateman's character at this time, and his
-expedition, would appear to Have borne a striking resemblance to those of
-Lord Byron.
-
-    His goblets brimmed with every costly wine,
-    And all that mote to luxury invite.
-    Without a sigh he left to cross the brine,
-    And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line.
-
-CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO I.]
-
-[Footnote 2:
-
-    _This Turk he had, &c._
-
-The poet has here, by that bold license which only genius can venture upon,
-surmounted the extreme difficulty of introducing any particular Turk, by
-assuming a fore-gone conclusion in the reader's mind, and adverting in a
-casual, careless way to a Turk unknown, as to an old acquaintance. "_This_
-Turk he had--" We have heard of no Turk before, and yet this familiar
-introduction satisfies us at once that we know him well. He was a pirate,
-no doubt, of a cruel and savage disposition, entertaining a hatred of the
-Christian race, and accustomed to garnish his trees and vines with such
-stray professors of Christianity as happened to fall into his hands. "This
-Turk he had--" is a master-stroke--a truly Shakspearian touch. There are
-few things like it in the language.]
-
-[Footnote 3:
-
-    _And every holth she drunk unto him
-    Vos, "I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!"_
-
-A most affecting illustration of the sweetest simplicity, the purest
-artlessness, and holiest affections of woman's gentle nature. Bred up among
-the rough and savage crowds which thronged her father's lawless halls, and
-meeting with no responsive or kindred spirit among those fierce barbarians
-(many of whom, however, touched by her surpassing charms, though insensible
-to her virtues and mental endowments, had vainly sought her hand in
-marriage), this young creature had spent the greater part of her life in
-the solitude of her own apartments, or in contemplating the charms of
-nature arrayed in all the luxury of eastern voluptuousness. At length she
-hears from an aged and garrulous attendant, her only female adviser (for
-her mother died when she was yet an infant), of the sorrows and sufferings
-of the Christian captive. Urged by pity and womanly sympathy, she repairs
-to his prison to succour and console him. She supports his feeble and
-tottering steps to her father's cellar, recruits his exhausted frame with
-copious draughts of sparkling wine, and when his dim eye brightens, and his
-pale cheek becomes flushed with the glow of returning health and animation,
-she--unaccustomed to disguise or concealment, and being by nature all
-openness and truth--gives vent to the feelings which now thrill her maiden
-heart for the first time, in the rich gush of unspeakable love, tenderness,
-and devotion--
-
-    I vish Lord Bateman as you vos mine!]
-
-[Footnote 4:
-
-    _Oh, in sevin long years I'll make a wow,
-    I'll make a wow, and I'll keep it strong_.
-
-Love has converted the tender girl into a majestic heroine; she cannot only
-make "a wow," but she can "keep it strong;" she feels all the dignity of
-truth and love swelling in her bosom. With the view of possessing herself
-of the real state of Lord Bateman's affections, and with no sordid or
-mercenary motives, she has enquired of that nobleman what are his means of
-subsistence, and whether _all_ Northumberland belongs to him. His Lordship
-has rejoined, with a noble regard for truth, that _half_ Northumberland is
-his, and that he will give it freely to the fair young lady who will
-release him from his dungeon. She, being thus assured of his regard and
-esteem, rejects all idea of pecuniary reward, and offers to be a party to a
-solemn wow--to be kept strong on both sides--that, if for seven years he
-will remain a bachelor, she, for the like period, will remain a maid. The
-contract is made, and the lovers are solemnly contracted.]
-
-[Footnote 5:
-
-    _Now sevin long years is gone and past,
-    And fourteen days vell known to me._
-
-In this may be recognised, though in a minor degree, the same gifted hand
-that portrayed the Mussulman, the pirate, the father, and the bigot, in two
-words. The time is gone, the historian knows it, and that is enough for the
-reader. This is the dignity of history very strikingly exemplified.]
-
-[Footnote 6:
-
-    _Avay and avay vent this proud young porter,
-    Avay and avay and avay vent he._
-
-Nothing perhaps could be more ingeniously contrived to express the vastness
-of Lord Bateman's family mansion than this remarkable passage. The proud
-young porter had to thread courts, corridors, galleries, and staircases
-innumerable, before he could penetrate to those exquisite apartments in
-which Lord Bateman was wont to solace his leisure hours, with the most
-refined pleasures of his time. We behold him hastening to the presence of
-his lord: the repetition of the word "avay" causes us to feel the speed
-with which he hastens--at length he arrives. Does he appear before the
-chief with indecent haste? Is he described as rushing madly into his
-presence to impart his message? No! a different atmosphere surrounds that
-remarkable man. Even this proud young porter is checked in his impetuous
-career which lasted only
-
-    _Until_ he came to Lord Bateman's chamber,
-    Vere he vent down on his bended knee.
-
-Lord Bateman's eye is upon him, and he quails.]
-
-[Footnote 7:
-
-    _Vot news! vot news! my proud young porter?_
-
-A pleasant condescension on the part of his lordship, showing that he
-recognised the stately youth, and no less stately pride of office which
-characterized his follower, and that he was acquainted with the
-distinguishing appellation which he appears to have borne in the family.]
-
-[Footnote 8:
-
-    _And broke his sword in splinters three._
-
-Exemplifying, in a highly poetical and striking manner, the force of Lord
-Bateman's love, which he would seem to have kept strong as his "wow." We
-have beheld him patient in confinement, descending to no base murmurings
-against fortune, even when chained by the middle to a tree, with the
-prospect of ending his days in that ignominious and unpleasant position. He
-has borne all this and a great deal more, seven years and a fortnight have
-elapsed, and, at last, on the mere mention of the fair young lady, he falls
-into a perfect phrenzy, and breaks his sword, the faithful partner and
-companion of his glory, into three splinters. Antiquarians differ
-respecting the intent and meaning of this ceremony, which has been
-construed and interpreted in many different ways. The strong probability is
-that it was done "for luck;" and yet Lord Bateman should have been superior
-to the prejudices of the vulgar.]
-
-[Footnote 9:
-
-    _If my own Sophia._
-
-So called doubtless from the mosque of St. Sophia, at Constantinople; her
-father having professed the Mahomedan religion.]
-
-[Footnote 10:
-
-    _Then up and spoke this young bride's mother,
-    Who never vos heerd to speak so free._
-
-This is an exquisite touch of nature, which most married men, whether of
-noble or plebeian blood, will quickly recognise. During the whole of her
-daughter's courtship, the good old lady had scarcely spoken, save by
-expressive smiles and looks of approval. But now that her object is gained,
-and her daughter fast married (as she thinks), she suddenly assumes quite a
-new tone, "and never was heerd to speak so free." It would be difficult for
-poetry to comprehend any thing more strictly true and life-like than this.]
-
-[Footnote 11:
-
-    _With both their hearts so full of glee._
-
-If any thing could add to the grace and beauty of the poem, it would be
-this most satisfactory and agreeable conclusion. At the time of the foreign
-lady's arrival on the shores of England, we find Lord Bateman in the
-disagreeable dilemma of having contracted another marriage; to which step
-his lordship has doubtless been impelled by despair of ever recovering his
-lost Sophia, and a natural anxiety not to die without leaving an heir to
-his estate. The ceremony has been performed, the Church has done its
-office, the bride and her mamma have taken possession of the castle, when
-the lost Sophia suddenly presents herself. An ordinary man would have been
-overwhelmed by such a complication of perplexities--not so Lord Bateman.
-Master of the human heart, he appeals to feminine ambition and love of
-display; and, reminding the young lady that she came to him on a saddle
-horse (with her revered parent following no doubt on foot behind), offers
-to bestow upon her a coach and three. The young lady closes with the
-proposition; her august mother, having brought it about by her freedom of
-speech, makes no objection; Lord Bateman, being a nobleman of great power,
-and having plenty of superfluous wealth to bestow upon the Church, orders
-another marriage, and boldly declares the first one to be a nullity.
-Thereupon "another marriage" is immediately prepared, and the piece closes
-with a picture of general happiness and hilarity.]
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-  Nature Series No. 23.
-  How To Tell The Birds
-  From The Flowers.]
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-How To Tell The Birds From The Flowers.
-
-A Manual of Flornithology for Beginners.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Verses and Illustrations
-  By Robert Williams Wood.
-
-  Published by Paul Elder and Company
-  San Francisco and New York.
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-  Copyright 1907
-  By
-  Paul Elder and Company
-
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-Contents.
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-                                                      Page.
-  The Bird. The Burdock.                                1.
-  The Clover. The Plover.                               2.
-  The Crow. The Crocus.                                 3.
-  The Rue. The Rooster.                                 4.
-  The Parrot. The Carrot.                               5.
-  The Pea. The Pewee.                                   6.
-  The Pelican. The Panicle.                             7.
-  The Hen. The Lichen.                                  8.
-  The Hawk. The Hollyhock.                              9.
-  The Cow Bird. The Cowslip.                           10.
-  A Sparrer. Asparagus.                                11.
-  The Tern. The Turnip.                                12.
-  The Ole Gander. The Oleander.                        14.
-  The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory.      15.
-  The Quail. The Kale.                                 16.
-  The Pecan. The Toucan.                               17.
-  The Auk. The Orchid.                                 18.
-  The Cat-bird. The Catnip.                            20.
-  The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus.                              21.
-  The Butter-ball. The Buttercup.                      22.
-  The Bay. The Jay.                                    23.
-  The Pipe. The Snipe.                                 24.
-  The Roc. The Shamrock.                               25.
-  The Lark. The Larkspur.                              26.
-  The Puffin. Nuffin.                                  27.
-
-  Author's Apology.                                    28.
-
-
-
-
-Burr. Bird.
-
-[Illustration: Burr. Bird.]
-
-The Bird and the Burdock.
-
-
-  Who _is_ there who has never heard,
-  About the Burdock and the Bird?
-  And yet how _very very_ few,
-  Discriminate between the two,
-  While even Mr. Burbank can't
-  Transform a Bird into a Plant!
-
-[Illustration: Burbank.]
-
-
-
-
-The Clover. The Plover.
-
-[Illustration: The Clover. The Plover.]
-
-
-  The Plover and the Clover can be told apart with ease,
-  By paying close attention to the habits of the Bees,
-  For en-to-molo-gists aver, the Bee can be in Clover,
-  While ety-molo-gists concur, there is no B in Plover.
-
-
-
-
-The Crow. The Crocus.
-
-[Illustration: The Crow. The Crocus.]
-
-
-  Some are unable, as you know,
-  To tell the Crocus from the Crow;
-  The reason why is just because
-  They are not versed in Nature's laws.
-  The noisy, cawing Crows all come,
-  Obedient to the Cro'custom,
-  A large Crow Caw-cus to convoke.
-  You _never_ hear the Crocus croak!
-
-
-
-
-The Rue. The Rooster.
-
-[Illustration: The Rue. The Rooster.]
-
-
-  Of Rooster the rudiment clearly is "_Roo_",
-  And the bird from the plant very probably grew.
-  You can easily tell them apart without fail,
-  By merely observing the Rue lacks de-tail.
-
-
-
-
-The Parrot. The Carrot.
-
-[Illustration: The Parrot. The Carrot.]
-
-
-  The Parrot and the Carrot we may easily confound,
-  They're very much alike in looks and similar in sound,
-  We recognize the Parrot by his clear articulation,
-  For Carrots are unable to engage in conversation.
-
-
-
-
-The Pea. The Pewee.
-
-[Illustration: The Pea. The Pewee.]
-
-
-  To tell the Pewee from the Pea,
-  Requires great per-spi-ca-city.
-  Here in the pod we see the Pea,
-  While perched close by is the Pewee;
-  The Pea he hears the Pewee peep,
-  While Pewee sees the wee Pea weep,
-  There'll be but little time to see,
-  How Pewee differs from the Pea.
-
-
-
-
-The Pelican. The Panicle.
-
-[Illustration: The Pelican. The Panicle.]
-
-
-    The Panicle and Pelican
-  Have often been confused;
-  The letters which spell Pelican
-    In Panicle are used.
-  You never need confound the two,
-    There are many ways of telling:
-  The simplest thing that one can do,
-    Is to observe the spelling.
-
-
-
-
-The Hen. The Lichen.
-
-[Illustration: The Hen. The Lichen.]
-
-
-  The Lichens lie on rocks and bark,
-  They look somewhat like Hens:
-  Hens _lay_, they _lie_, we may remark,
-  A difference of tense.
-
-
-
-
-The Hawk. The Hollyhock.
-
-[Illustration: The Hawk. The Hollyhock.]
-
-
-  To recognize this Bird-of-Prey,
-  The broody Hen you should survey:
-  She takes her Chicks on daily walks,
-  Among the neighboring Hollyhocks,
-  While with the Hawk association,
-  Is quite beyond her toleration.
-
-
-
-
-The Cow Bird. The Cowslip.
-
-[Illustration: The Cow Bird. The Cowslip.]
-
-
-  Growing in mires, in gold attired,
-  The Cowslip has been much admired,
-  Altho' its proper name, we're told,
-  Is really the Marsh Marigold:
-  The Cow Bird picture, I suspect,
-  Is absolutely incorrect,
-  We make such errors now and then,
-  A sort of cow slip of the pen.
-
-
-
-
-A Sparrer. Asparagus.
-
-[Illustration: A Sparrer. Asparagus.]
-
-
-  The Sparrow, from flying, is quite out of breath,
-  In fact he has worked himself almost to death,
-  While the lazy Asparagus,--so it is said,--
-  Spends all of his time in the 'sparagus bed.
-
-
-
-
-The Tern. The Turnip.
-
-[Illustration: The Tern. The Turnip.]
-
-
-  To tell the Turnip from the Tern,
-  A thing which everyone should learn,
-  Observe the Tern up in the air,
-  See how he turns,--and now compare
-  Him with this inert vegetable,
-  Who thus to turn is quite unable,
-  For he is rooted to the spot,
-  While as we see the Tern is not:
-  He is not always doomed to be
-  Thus bound to earth e-_tern_-ally,
-  For "Cooked to a turn" may be inferred,
-  To change the Turnip to the Bird.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Observe the Turnip in the pot.
-  The Tern is glad that he is not!
-
-
-
-
-The Ole Gander. The Oleander.
-
-[Illustration: The Ole Gander. The Oleander.]
-
-
-  The Gander loves to promenade,
-  Around the farmer's poultry-yard,
-  While, as we see, the Oleander
-  Is quite unable to meander.
-
-
-
-
-The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory.
-
-[Illustration: The Blue Mountain Lory. The Blue Morning Glory.]
-
-
-  The Blue Mountain Lory spends most of his time
-  In climbing about in a tropical clime;
-  We therefore our efforts need only confine,
-  To minutely observing the climb of the Vine.
-
-
-
-
-The Quail. The Kale.
-
-[Illustration: The Quail. The Kale.]
-
-
-  The California Quail is said
-  To have a tail upon his head,
-  While contrary-wise we style the Kale,
-  A cabbage head upon a tail.
-  It is not hard to tell the two,
-  The Quail commences with a queue.
-
-
-
-
-The Pecan. The Toucan.
-
-[Illustration: The Pecan. The Toucan.]
-
-
-      Very few can
-      Tell the Toucan
-      From the Pecan--
-      Here's a new plan:
-  To take the Toucan from the tree,
-  Requires im-mense a-gil-i-tee,
-  While _any one_ can pick with ease
-  The Pecans from the Pecan trees:
-  It's such an easy thing to do,
-  That even the Toucan he can too.
-
-
-
-
-The Auk. The Orchid.
-
-[Illustration: The Auk. The Orchid.]
-
-
-  We seldom meet, when out to walk,
-  Either the Orchid or the Auk;
-  The Auk indeed is only known
-  To dwellers in the Auktic zone,
-  While Orchids can be found in legions,
-  Within the equatorial regions.
-  The graceful Orchid on its stalk,
-  Resembles so the auk-ward Auk;
-  'T is plain we must some means discover,
-  To tell the two from one another:
-  The obvious difference, to be sure,
-  Is merely one of temperature.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  For Eskimos, perhaps, the Auk
-  Performs the duties of the Stork.
-
-
-
-
-The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip.
-
-[Illustration: The Cat-bird. The Cat-nip.]
-
-
-  The Cat-bird's call resembles that,
-  Emitted by the Pussy Cat,
-  While Cat-nip, growing by the wall,
-  Is never known to caterwaul:
-  Its odor though attracts the Kits,
-  And throws them in Catniption fits.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus.
-
-[Illustration: The Ibis. The 'Ibiscus.]
-
-
-  The sacred Ibis tells his beads,
-  And gravely from his prayer-book reads;
-  The Ibis therfore we may say,
-  Is classified a bird-of-prey.
-  'Ibiscus we have heard related,
-  The "Crimson-Eye" is designated;
-  Their difference is plain indeed,
-  The flower is red, the bird can read.
-
-
-
-
-The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup.
-
-[Illustration: The Butter-ball. The Butter-cup.]
-
-
-  The little Butter-cup can sing,
-  From morn 'till night like anything:
-  The quacking of the Butter-ball,
-  Cannot be called a song at all.
-  We thus the flower may learn to know,
-  Its song is reproduced below.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-The Bay. The Jay.
-
-[Illustration: The Bay. The Jay.]
-
-
-  The Blue-Jay, as we plainly see,
-  Resembles much the green Bay tree:
-  The difference between the two,
-  Is ob-vi-ous-ly one of hue.
-  Though this is not the only way,
-  To tell the Blue-Jay from the Bay.
-
-
-
-
-The Pipe. The Snipe.
-
-[Illustration: The Pipe. The Snipe.]
-
-
-  Observe the common Indian Pipe,
-  Likewise the high-bred English Snipe,
-  Who is distinguished, as we see,
-  By his superior pedigree.
-
-
-[Illustration:
-  Two crosses botonny
-  bend sinister.]
-
-[Illustration:
-  Fess argent
-  mantlets sable.]
-
-
-
-
-The Roc. The Shamrock.
-
-[Illustration: The Roc. The Shamrock.]
-
-
-  Observe how peacefully the Cows
-  Among the little Shamrocks browse,
-  In contrast with their actions frantic
-  When they perceive the Roc gigantic;
-  We need but watch thei_r oc_upation,
-  And seek no other explanation.
-
-
-
-
-The Lark. The Larkspur.
-
-[Illustration: The Lark. The Larkspur.]
-
-
-  The Larkspur's likeness to the Lark
-  Is surely worthy of remark,
-  Although to see it we require
-  The aid of a small magnifier,
-  Which circumstance of course implies,
-  Their difference is one of size.
-
-
-
-
-Puffin. Nuffin.
-
-[Illustration: Puffin. Nuffin.]
-
-
-  Upon this cake of ice is perched,
-  The paddle-footed Puffin:
-  To find his double we have searched,
-  But have discovered--Nuffin!
-
-
-
-
-Author's Apology.
-
-
-  Not every one is always able
-  To recognize a vegetable,
-  For some are guided by tradition,
-  While others use their intuition,
-  And even I make no pretense
-  Of having more than common sense;
-  Indeed these strange homologies
-  Are in most flornithologies,
-  And I have freely drawn upon
-  The works of Gray and Audubon,
-  Avoiding though the frequent blunders
-  Of those who study Nature's wonders.
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-SLEEP-BOOK
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-SOME OF THE POETRY OF SLUMBER
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-COLLECTED BY
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-LEOLYN LOUISE EVERETT
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-NEW YORK
-
-THE WATKINS COMPANY
-
-1910
-
-Three hundred and twenty copies of this book have been printed on
-hand-made Van Gelder paper, for The Watkins Company, at the press of
-Styles & Cash New York, and type distributed.
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-This book is No.
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-To
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-ETHEL DU FRE HOUSTON
-
-who has brought the joy and beauty of dream into so many lives
-
-
-
-
-    SLEEP-BOOK
-
-
-
-
-    I.
-
-    Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart,
-    Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires,
-    Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep.
-    Hold her more close than life itself. Forget
-    All the excitements of the day, forget
-    All problems and discomforts. Let the night
-    Take you unto herself, her blessed self.
-    Peace, peace, thou over-anxious, foolish heart,
-    Rest, ever-seeking soul, calm, mad desires,
-    Quiet, wild dreams--this is the time of sleep.
-
-    _Leolyn Louise Everett_.
-
-
-
-
-    II.
-
-    Sleep, softly-breathing god! his downy wing
-    Was fluttering now.
-
-    _Samuel T. Coleridge_.
-
-
-    I lay in slumber's shadowy vale
-
-    _Samuel T. Coleridge_.
-
-
-
-
-    III.
-
-    And more to lulle him in his slumber soft,
-    A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down
-    And ever-drizzling raine upon the loft,
-    Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne
-    Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne.
-    No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,
-    As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne,
-    Might there be heard; but carelesse Quiet lyes
-    Wrapt in eternal! silence farre from enimyes.
-
-    _Edmund Spenser_.
-
-
-
-
-    IV.
-
-    The waters murmuring,
-    With such cohort as they keep
-    Entice the dewy-feathered Sleep.
-    _Il Penseroso_.
-
-    _John Milton_.
-
-
-
-
-    V.
-    Ye spotted snakes with double tongue,
-     Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
-    Newts and blind-worms do no wrong,
-     Come not near our fairy queen.
-      Philomel, with melody
-      Sing in our sweet lullaby,
-    Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby;
-      Never harm.
-      Nor spell nor charm,
-    Come our lovely lady nigh
-    So goodnight with lullaby.
-
-    _William Shakespeare_.
-
-
-
-
-    VI.
-
-    Sleep, Silence child, sweet father of soft rest,
-    Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings,
-    Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings,
-    Sole comforter of minds with grief oppressed;
-    Lo, by thy charming rod all breathing things
-    Lie slumbering, with forgetfulness possessed.
-
-    _William Drummond of Hawthornden_.
-
-
-
-
-    VII.
-
-    Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
-     Lock me in delight awhile;
-     Let some pleasing dreams beguile
-     All my fancies; that from thence
-     I may feel an influence,
-    All my powers of care bereaving!
-
-    Though but a shadow, but a sliding
-     Let me know some little joy!
-     We that suffer long annoy
-     Are contented with a thought
-     Through an idle fancy wrought;
-    O let my joys have some abiding!
-
-    _John Fletcher_.
-
-
-
-
-    VIII.
-
-    But still let Silence trew night-watches keepe,
-    That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne,
-    And tymely Sleep, when it is time to sleep,
-    May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant playne;
-    The whiles an hundred little winged loves
-    Like divers-fethered doves,
-    Shall fly and flutter round about your bed.
-
-    _Edmund Spenser_.
-
-
-
-
-    IX.
-
-    Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
-    Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
-    On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
-    In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud
-    Or painful to his slumbers,--easy, sweet
-    And as a purling stream, thou son of Night,
-    Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
-    Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain,
-    Into this prince gently, oh gently, slide
-    And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.
-
-    _John Fletcher_.
-
-
-
-
-    X.
-
-         God hath set
-    Labor and rest, as day and night, to men
-    Successive, and the timely dew of sleep
-    Now falling with soft, slumberous weight inclines
-    Our eyelids.
-
-    _John Milton_.
-
-
-
-
-    XI.
-
-    Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast'
-    Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest
-
-    _William Shakespeare_.
-
-
-         The innocent sleep,
-    Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, t
-    The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
-    Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
-    Chief nourisher in life's feast.
-
-    _William Shakespeare_.
-
-
-
-
-    XII.
-
-    Come, Sleep. O, Sleep! The certain knot of peace,
-    The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
-    The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
-    The indifferent judge between the high and low.
-
-    _Sir Philip Sidney_.
-
-
-
-
-
-    XIII.
-
-    Close thine eyes, and sleep secure;
-    Thy soul is safe, thy body sure.
-    He that guards thee, he that keeps,
-    Never slumbers, never sleeps.
-    A quiet conscience in the breast
-    Has only peace, has only rest.
-    The wisest and the mirth of kings
-    Are out of tune unless she sings:
-    Then close thine eyes in peace and sleep secure,
-    No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.
-
-    _Charles I, King of England_.
-
-
-
-
-    XIV.
-
-         Oh, Brahma, guard in sleep
-    The merry lambs and the complacent kine,
-    The flies below the leaves and the young mice
-    In the tree roots, and all the sacred flocks
-    Of red flamingo; and my love Vijaya,
-    And may no restless fay, with fidget finger
-    Trouble his sleeping; give him dreams of me.
-
-    _William B Yeats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XV.
-
-    Solemnly, mournfully,
-      Dealing its dole,
-    The Curfew Bell
-      Is beginning to toll.
-
-    Cover the embers,
-      And put out the light;
-    Toil comes with morning,
-      And rest with the night.
-
-    Dark grow the windows,
-      And quenched is the fire;
-    Sound fades into silence,--
-      All footsteps retire.
-
-    No voice in the chambers,
-      No sound in the hall!
-    Sleep and oblivion
-      Reign over all!
-
-    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_.
-
-
-
-
-    XVI.
-
-    Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound
-    Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;
-    Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought
-    As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound
-    The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound
-
-    _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_.
-
-
-
-
-    XVII.
-
-    Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world,
-    A boundary between the things mis-named
-    Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
-    And a wide realm of wild reality.
-    And dreams in their development have breath,
-    And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
-    They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
-    They take a weight from off our waking toils.
-    They do divide our being; they become
-    A portion of ourselves as of our time,
-    And look like heralds of eternity;--
-
-    _Lord Byron_.
-
-
-
-
-    XVIII.
-
-    O gentle Sleep! Do they belong to thee,
-    These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love
-    To sit in meekness, like the brooding Dove,
-    A captive never wishing to be free.
-
-    _William Wordsworth_.
-
-
-
-
-    XIX.
-
-    O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
-    Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
-    Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered from the light,
-    Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
-    O soothest Sleep! if so it pleases thee, close,
-    In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
-    Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
-    Around my bed its lulling charities;
-    Then save me, or the passed day will shine
-    Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
-    Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
-    Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
-    Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
-    And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XX.
-
-    Sleep, that giv'st what Life denies,
-    Shadowy bounties and supreme,
-    Bring the dearest face that flies
-    Following darkness like a dream!
-
-    _Andrew Lang_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXI.
-
-    I have a lady as dear to me
-    As the westward wind and shining sea,
-    As breath of spring to the verdant lea,
-    As lover's songs and young children's glee.
-
-    Swiftly I pace thro' the hours of light,
-    Finding no joy in the sunshine bright,
-    Waiting 'till moon and far stars are white,
-    Awaiting the hours of silent night.
-
-    Swiftly I fly from the day's alarms,
-    Too sudden desires, false joys and harms,
-    Swiftly I fly to my loved one's charms,
-    Praying the clasp of her perfect arms.
-
-    Her eyes are wonderful, dark and deep,
-    Her raven tresses a midnight steep,
-    But, ah, she is hard to hold and keep--
-    My lovely lady, my lady Sleep!
-
-    _Leolyn Louise Everett_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXII.
-
-    Visit her, gentle Sleep! With wings of healing,
-    And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
-    May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
-    Silent as tho' they watched the sleeping Earth!
-    With light heart may she rise,
-    Gay fancy, cheerful eyes,
-    Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice.
-
-    _Samuel T. Coleridge_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXIII.
-
-    Sleep! king of gods and men!
-    Come to my call again,
-    Swift over field and fen,
-         Mountain and deep:
-
-    Come, bid the waves be still;
-    Sleep, streams on height and hill;
-    Beasts, birds and snakes, thy will
-         Conquereth, Sleep!
-
-    Come on thy golden wings,
-    Come ere the swallow sings,
-    Lulling all living things,
-         Fly they or creep!
-
-    Come with thy leaden wand,
-    Come with thy kindly hand,
-    Soothing on sea or land
-         Mortals that weep
-
-    Come from the cloudy west,
-    Soft over brain and breast,
-    Bidding the Dragon rest,
-         Come to me, Sleep!
-
-    _Andrew Lang_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXIV.
-
-    Sleep, death without dying--living without life.
-
-    _Edwin Arnold_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXV.
-
-    She sleeps; her breathings are not heard
-      In palace-chambers far apart,
-    The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd
-      That he upon her charmed heart.
-
-    She sleeps; on either hand upswells
-      The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest;
-    She sleeps, nor dreams but ever dwells
-      A perfect form in perfect rest.
-
-    _Alfred Tennyson_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXVI.
-
-    The hours are passing slow,
-      I hear their weary tread
-    Clang from the tower and go
-      Back to their kinsfolk dead.
-    Sleep! death's twin brother dread!
-      Why dost thou scorn me so?
-    The wind's voice overhead
-      Long wakeful here I know,
-    And music from the steep
-      Where waters fall and flow.
-    Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
-
-    All sounds that might bestow
-      Rest on the fever'd bed,
-    All slumb'rous sounds and low
-      Are mingled here and wed,
-    And bring no drowsihed.
-      Shy dreams flit to and fro
-    With shadowy hair dispread;
-      With wistful eyes that glow
-    And silent robes that sweep.
-      Thou wilt not hear me; no?
-    Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
-
-    What cause hast them to show
-      Of sacrifice unsped?
-    Of all thy slaves below
-      I most have labored
-    With service sung and said;
-      Have cull'd such buds as blow,
-    Soft poppies white and red,
-      Where thy still gardens grow,
-    And Lethe's waters weep.
-      Why, then, art thou my foe?
-    Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep?
-
-    Prince, ere the dark be shred
-      By golden shafts, ere low
-    And long the shadows creep:
-      Lord of the wand of lead,
-    Soft footed as the snow,
-    Wilt thou not hear me, Sleep!
-
-    _Andrew Lang_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXVII.
-
-    I have loved wind and light,
-      And the bright sea,
-    But, holy and most secret Night,
-      Not as I love and have loved thee.
-
-    God, like all highest things,
-      Hides light in shade,
-    And in the night his visitings
-      To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
-
-    _Arthur Symons_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXVIII.
-
-    The peace of a wandering sky,
-    Silence, only the cry
-    Of the crickets, suddenly still,
-    A bee on the window sill,
-    A bird's wing, rushing and soft,
-    Three flails that tramp in the loft,
-    Summer murmuring
-    Some sweet, slumberous thing,
-    Half asleep:
-
-    _Arthur Symons_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXIX.
-
-    Only a little holiday of sleep,
-    Soft sleep, sweet sleep; a little soothing psalm
-    Of slumber from thy sanctuaries of calm,
-    A little sleep--it matters not how deep;
-    A little falling feather from thy wing,
-    Merciful Lord,--is it so great a thing?
-
-    _Richard Le Gallienne_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXX.
-
-    A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
-    One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
-    Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
-    Smooth fields, white sheets of water and pure sky
-    I have thought of all by turns and yet do lie
-    Sleepless!
-
-           *       *       *       *       *
-
-    Come, blessed barrier between day and day.
-    Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
-
-    _William Wordsworth_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXI.
-
-    Sleep is a reconciling,
-
-    A rest that peace begets;
-    Does not the sun rise smiling
-    When fair at eve he sets'
-
-    _Anonymous_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXII.
-
-    The cloud-shadows of midnight possess their own
-      repose,
-    The weary winds are silent or the moon is in the
-      deep;
-    Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean
-      knows;
-
-    Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its
-      appointed sleep.
-
-    _Percy Bysshe Shelley_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXIII.
-
-         We lay
-    Stretched upon fragrant heath and lulled by sound
-    Of far-off torrents charming the still night,
-    To tired limbs and over-busy thoughts
-    Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.
-
-    _William Wordsworth_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXIV.
-
-    There is sweet music here that softer falls
-      Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
-    Or night-dews on still waters between walls
-      Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
-    Music that gentlier on the spirit lies
-      Than tired eye-lids upon tired eyes;
-    Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
-      Here are cool mosses deep,
-    And thro' the mass the ivies creep,
-      And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep.
-    And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
-
-    _Alfred Tennyson_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXV.
-
-    I went into the deserts of dim sleep--
-    That world which, like an unknown wilderness,
-    Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep
-
-    _Percy Bysshe Shelley_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXVI.
-
-    Oh, Morpheus, my more than love, my life,
-    Come back to me, come back to me! Hold out
-    Your wonderful, wide arms and gather me
-    Again against your breast. I lay above
-    Your heart and felt its breathing firm and slow
-    As waters that obey the moon and lo,
-    Rest infinite was mine and calm. My soul
-    Is sick for want of you. Oh, Morpheus,
-    Heart of my weary heart, come back to me!
-
-    _Leolyn Louise Everett_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXVII.
-
-         Lips
-    Parted in slumber, whence the regular breath
-    Of innocent dreams arose.
-
-    _Percy Bysshe Shelley_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXVIII.
-
-    A late lark twitters in the quiet skies;
-    And from the west,
-    Where the sun, his day's work ended,
-    Lingers in content,
-    There falls on the old, gray city
-    An influence luminous and serene,
-    A shining peace.
-
-    The smoke ascends
-    In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
-    Shine, and are changed. In the valley
-    Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,
-    Closing his benediction,
-    Sinks, and the darkening air
-    Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night--
-    Night with her train of stars
-    And her great gift of sleep.
-
-    _William Ernest Henley_.
-
-
-
-
-    XXXIX.
-
-    Oh, Sleep! it is a gentle thing
-    Beloved from pole to pole!
-    To Mary Queen the praise be given!
-    She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
-    That slid into my soul.
-
-    _Samuel T. Coleridge_.
-
-
-
-
-    XL.
-
-    What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
-    What is more soothing than the pretty hummer
-    That stays one moment in an open flower,
-    And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
-    What is more tranquil than a musk rose blowing
-    In a green island, far from all men's knowing?
-    More healthful than the leanness of dales?
-    More secret than a nest of nightingales?
-    More serene than Cordelia's countenance?
-    More full of visions than a high romance?
-    What, but thee Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes!
-    Low murmurer of tender lullabies!
-    Light hoverer around our happy pillows!
-    Wreather of poppy buds and weeping willows!
-    Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses!
-    Most happy listener! when the morning blesses
-    Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes
-    That glance so brightly at the new sun-rise.
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLI.
-
-    My sleep had been embroidered with dim dreams,
-    My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er
-    With flowers, and stirring shades of baffled beams.
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLII.
-
-    Sleep is a blessed thing. All my long life
-    I have known this, its value infinite
-    To man, its symbol of the perfect peace
-    That marks eternity, its marvellous
-    Relief from all the vanities and wounds,
-    The little battles and unrest of soul
-    That we call life.
-         Sleep is a blessed thing,
-    Doubly it has been taught me. All the time
-    I cannot have you, all the heart-sick days
-    Of utter yearning, of eternal ache
-    Of longing, longing for the sight of you,
-    Fade and dissolve at night and you are mine,
-    At least in dreams, at least in blessed dreams.
-
-    _Leolyn Louise Everett_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLIII.
-
-    Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
-      In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay
-    Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd
-      Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;
-    Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day,
-      Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain,
-    Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray;
-      Blended alike from sunshine and from rain,
-      As though a rose could shut and be a bud again.
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLIV.
-
-    O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
-    That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
-    'Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd
-    Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
-    To golden palaces, strange ministrelsy,
-    Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves,
-    Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves
-    And moonlight, aye, to all the mazy world
-    Of silvery enchantment!--who, upfurl'd
-    Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour
-    But renovates and lives?
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLV.
-
-         A sleep
-    Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing.
-
-    _John Keats_.
-
-
-
-
-    XLVI.
-
-    Now is the blackest hour of the long night,
-    The soul of midnight. Now, the pallid stars
-    Shine in the highest silver and the wind
-    That creepeth chill across the sleeping world
-    Holdeth no hint of morning. I look out
-    Into the glory of the night with tired,
-    Wide, sleepless eyes and think of you. There is
-    The hush of some great spirit o'er the earth.
-    Here, in the silence earth and sky are met
-    And merged into infinity. Oh, God
-    Of all, Thou who beholdest Destiny
-    As simple, Thou who understandest life
-    From birth to re-birth, who knows all our souls,
-    Grant her Thy perfect benediction, rest.
-
-    _Leolyn Louise Everett_.
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-The Adventures
-of two
-Dutch Dolls
-and a
-"Golliwogg"
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-Pictures By
-[signed] Florence K. Upton
-
-Words By
-Bertha Upton
-
-DeWolfe, Fiske & Co. Boston
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-[Illustration]
-
-
-  'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve
-  When Peggy Deutchland woke
-       From her wooden sleep
-       On the counter steep
-  And to her neighbour spoke,
-
-  "Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane!
-  Now strikes the midnight hour,
-       When dolls and toys
-       Taste human joys,
-  And revel in their power.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  I long to try my limbs a bit,
-  And you must walk with me;
-       Our joints are good
-       Though made of wood,
-  And I pine for liberty.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  For twelve long months we've lain in here.
-  But we don't care a fig;
-       When wide awake
-       It does not take
-  Us long to dance a jig.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  But who comes here across our path,
-  In gay attire bedight?
-       A little girl
-       With hair in curl,
-  And eyes so round and bright.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Good evening Miss, how fine you look,
-  Beside you I feel bare;
-       I must confess
-       I need a dress
-  If I would look as fair.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  On that high pole I see a flag
-  With colors red and blue;
-       Dear Sarah Jane
-       'Tis very plain
-  A climb you'll have to do.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  You're young and light--so now be quick
-  Dear sister good and kind;
-       You look dismayed
-       Don't be afraid,
-  It's not so hard you'll find.
-
-  Then up the pole with trembling limbs,
-  Poor Sarah Jane did mount;
-       She dared not lag,
-       But seized the flag,
-  Ere you could twenty count.
-
-  Big Peggy gazed with deep concern,
-  And mouth wide open too;
-       Her only care
-       That she might wear
-  A gown of brilliant hue.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Now Peg' by instinct seemed to know
-  Where scissors might be got;
-       The "fits" were bad,
-       But then she had
-  No patterns on the spot.
-
-  Soon where the garments hurried on;
-  Sarah looked well in blue;
-       Mirror in hand
-       She took her stand,
-  While Peggy pinned her's through.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Said Peggy--"After work so hard,
-  I think a rest we need;
-       Let's take a ride
-       Seated astride
-  Upon this gentle steed."
-
-  Then simple Sarah Jane climbed up
-  Upon his wooden back;
-       With tim'rous heart
-       She felt him start
-  Upon the open track.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Ere long they knew that hidden there,
-  Beneath a stolid mien,
-       Dwelt a fierce will.
-       They could not still
-  They rode as if by steam!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Peggy held on with tightening grip,
-  While Sarah Jane behind,
-       Having no hold
-       To make her bold,
-  To screaming gave her mind.
-
-  "O Peggy! put me down I pray!
-  I ride in mortal dread!
-       Do make him stop,
-       Or I shall drop
-  And break my wooden head!"
-
-  E'en as those piteous words she spoke,
-  They struck a fearful "snag"
-       Their grips they lost,
-       And both were tossed
-  Upon the cruel "flag".
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Their senses for a moment gone,
-  They lay in ghastly plight;
-       Their fiery steed
-       From burden freed,
-  Maintained his onward flight.
-
-  Then each in aching consciousness
-  Rose slowly with sad groans;
-       Next faced about
-       With angry shout,
-  Followed by tears and moans.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Each blamed the other for the fall;
-  Until, in gentler mood,
-       Their hurts they dress,
-       While both confess
-  The crying did them good.
-
-  A wooden crutch poor Peggy finds
-  To help her on her feet;
-       Both solemn-faced
-       Their steps retraced
-  To where they first did meet.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  But sorrow's tears are quickly dried
-  With dolls as well as men.--
-       A jolly crowd
-       All laughing loud
-  (I think you'll count just ten.)
-
-  Mounted a little wooden cart,
-  While Peggy, brave and tried,
-       Got up in front
-       To bear the brunt
-  Of "Hobby's" mighty stride.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Finding a pleasant open space,
-  Gay Peg' unships her load;
-       Suggests a game
-       Which, it is plain,
-  Will soon be quite the "mode."
-
-  She tells of former Christmas nights,
-  When many of her kind,
-       At leap-frog played,
-       And merry made,
-  Fast running like the wind.
-
-  The happy moments swiftly sped
-  In unabated glee;
-       Their lungs were strong,
-       Their legs were long,
-  And supple at the knee.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  But soon they hear the clock strike "two"
-  The hours are flying fast!
-       With much to do
-       Ere night be thro'
-  Its' pleasures overpast!
-
-  "Just one leap more!" cries Sarah Jane,
-  "This fills my wildest dream!"
-       E'en as she spoke,
-       Peg' Deutchland broke
-  Into a piercing scream.
-
-  Then all look round, as well they may
-  To see a horrid sight!
-       The blackest gnome
-       Stands there alone,
-  They scatter in their fright.
-
-  With kindly smile he nearer draws;
-  Begs them to feel no fear.
-       "What is your name?"
-       Cries Sarah Jane;
-  "The 'Golliwogg' my dear."
-
-  Their fears allayed--each takes an arm,
-  While up and down they walk;
-       With sidelong glance
-       Each tries her chance,
-  And charms him with "small talk".
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Another wonder now attracts
-  The simple Sarah Jane;
-       Upon one knee
-       She drops with glee,
-  In case this box contain
-
-  Some pretty thing to give her joy,
-  Some new-discovered treat!
-       Old Peg', who planned
-       The fun in hand,
-  Watches with face discreet.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The lock unlatched, the lid springs up,
-  Knocks Sarah on her back,
-       With flying hair
-       And trying stare,
-  Out of the box springs "Jack".
-
-  Our naughty Peg' enjoys the scene,
-  Laughs long with fiendish glee;
-       Next takes to flight,
-       Gets out of sight,
-  Fresh tricks to plan you'll see.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Soon Sarah's heart new courage takes,
-  She hits upon a plan;
-       Makes up her mind
-       To run behind
-  And kill the staring man!
-
-  Attempts are vain, he will not die!
-  In terror Sarah flees;
-       Meets a new toy
-       Called "Scissors Boy",
-  And begs him just to please.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  To help her pay bad Peggy back
-  For her malicious tricks;
-       Nor does she see
-       That even he
-  Enjoys her woeful "fix".
-
-  Peg's pious face and peaceful pose
-  You'd think portended fair,
-       When like a flash
-       She makes a dash,
-  Sends Sarah high in air!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Entangled in the "Scissors Boy",
-  Alas! death seems quite near;
-       Her trust betrayed,
-       This hapless maid
-  Sobs out her grief and fear.
-
-  'Twas Peggy's fault the whole way through;
-  The boy had meant no harm.
-       Both ran away,
-       Nor thought to stay
-  Poor Sarah's fright to calm.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  A handsome soldier passing by,
-  His heart quite free from guile,
-       With martial air
-       And manner rare
-  Soon helped the girl to smile.
-
-  He said the Ball would now begin
-  And begged her for a dance;
-       She bowed so low,
-       It looked as tho'
-  Her style had come from France.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  A lively waltz the couple take,
-  While all admire their grace,
-       As round and round
-       Upon the ground
-  They spin with quickened pace.
-
-  And shameless Peg' sits on a chair
-  A true "flower of the wall"
-       While Sarah Jane,
-       Tis very plain,
-  Need never rest at all.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  With graceful compliment the Clown
-  Bows low before the belle,
-       Whose modest face,
-       And simple grace,
-  In starry robe looked well.
-
-  "I know I'm but a stupid Clown,
-  And play a clumsy role;
-       Yet underneath
-       This painted sheath
-  I wear an ardent Soul."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Just then a jovial African
-  With large admiring eyes,
-       Seizes her hand
-       Just as the band
-  To give them a surprise
-
-  Strikes up the "Barn-dance"; like a flash
-  Both spring into their place!
-       Away they go
-       First quick, then slow,
-  Each movement fraught with grace.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The jolly pair then pause to watch
-  A "Magnate" from Japan,
-       Who quite alone
-       So far from home
-  (Poor harmless little man)
-
-  Dances a curious Eastern dance
-  To many a jingling bell;
-       His brilliant dress,
-       They both confess,
-  Becomes him very well.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  And now the Ball is at its height,
-  A madly whirling throng;
-       Each merry pair
-       A smile doth wear.
-  And Sambo sings a song.
-
-  While in their midst the artist head
-  Of "Golliwogg" appears,
-       With Peg beside,
-       Whose graceful stride
-  No criticism fears.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  But even wooden limbs get tired
-  And want a change of play,
-       So "Golliwogg"
-       A "jolly dog"
-  Suggests they run away.
-
-  The big shop door is bolted fast,
-  But through the yard behind,
-       Peggy has spied
-       One open wide,
-  Which she will shortly find.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  A touch--A push--and out they fly
-  Into the starlight night;
-       No one must know
-       The way they go
-  They cover up their flight.
-
-  And though their laughing faces tell
-  How they enjoy the fun,
-       No sound they make,
-       But quickly take
-  Unto their heels and run.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Nor stop until they reach a field,
-  And find a lovely slide;
-       No fear has Peg,
-       But Meg and Weg
-  Cling screaming as they glide.
-
-  The "Golliwogg" with flying hair,
-  Takes the first lead you see,
-       Nor minds at all
-       The "Midget" small,
-  Her arms outstretched in glee.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  The sliders never dreamed of harm,
-  They sailed like ships at sea;
-       'Twas Meg and Weg,
-       Who Tripped up Peg,
-  And brought to grief their spree.
-
-  The wrong man often gets the blame
-  'Twas just so in this case,
-       And balls of snow
-       They madly throw
-  At "Golliwogg's" kind face.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  He catches one in either eye,
-  And then turns tail to run;
-       The steady aim
-       Of Sarah Jane
-  Grows very serious fun.
-
-  He does not like the way girls act,
-  For five to one's not fair;
-       There's no escape
-       One hits his nape,
-  Another strikes his hair.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  "Vengeance!" he cries, "I'll pay them out!
-  If girls will play with boys,
-       There's got be
-       Equality,
-  So here's for equipoise!"
-
-  And then some monster balls he makes,
-  He does not spare the snow
-       And as each back
-       Receives a whack,
-  Like ninepins down they go.
-
-  In life we have our "ups" and "downs",
-  These dolls enjoyed the same;
-       Though down went Weg,
-       Don't think, I beg,
-  'Twas due to Sarah Jane.
-
-  You see the sled was pretty full,
-  The hill was rather steep;
-       Weg was to steer
-       But in her fear
-  She took a backward leap.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Anon all reached the valley safe,
-  And skating longed to try;
-       The ice seemed good,
-       As each one stood
-  Upon the bank hard by.
-
-  While "Golliwogg" with cautious steps,
-  Toward the middle skates;
-       They hear a crack!
-       They cry, "come back
-  To your devoted mates!"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  Too late! alas their call is vain!
-  He swiftly disappears!
-       His kind forethought
-       Is dearly bought,
-  It melts them unto tears.
-
-  But sturdy Peg is quick to act,
-  She gives an order clear,
-       "Creep on your knees,
-       And by degrees
-  We to the hole will steer."
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  They reach in time, Peg drags him out
-  With all her might and main;
-       Poor "Golliwogg",
-       A dripping log,
-  Must be got home again.
-
-  Behold sure signs of early dawn,
-  As down the field they start;
-       A leaden weight,
-       This living freight,
-  With faintly beating heart.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-  In half an hour the sun comes up,
-  And shows a merry face;
-       He winks an eye
-       As passing by
-  He sees the skating place.
-
-  And when he peeps into the shop
-  With jolly laughing eye,
-       Tho' he's not blind
-       He cannot find
-  A single toy awry!
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-[Transcriber's Note: Mosnar Yendis is an anagram of Sidney Ransom,
-the author. Best known for advertising posters, this children's book is
-a rare example of his work outside that genre. As of this writing, known
-copies include two in the Library of Congress offsite storage, one in
-the British Library, one in the National Library of Scotland, a small
-handful of others in the wild, and the one used to create this version.
-The NLS copy was used as a reference to verify the sequence and presence
-of all pages.]
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-[Illustration: Front cover.]
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-                                    THE
-                               Great Red Frog
-
-                              TOLD AND PICTURED
-                                     BY
-                                  M. Yendis
-
-
-                                METHUEN & CO.
-                            36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
-                                   LONDON
-
-                                    1903
-
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-
-Many years ago, and many miles away, there was a little Prince who was
-exactly like the Lord Chamberlain's son, and sometimes even the artful
-old Chamberlain himself could not tell one from the other.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-When the Prince became King of Noware, they were still alike as two
-peas, and one day, when they were playing in the garden, a Magic Bush
-suddenly grew up behind the King. At the same moment the Chamberlain's
-Son suddenly lost his temper,
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-And pushed his royal play-fellow into the Magic Bush. The little
-King was immediately changed into a strange red Frog, which ran
-away croaking fearfully.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-The wicked Chamberlain seemed quite pleased when his son told him what
-had happened,
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-And, placing a crown on his own son's head, he said, "Your Majesty has
-made a mistake; how can the King be a Frog when I see your Majesty
-before me?" And they both smiled artfully.
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-The Chamberlain pretended to weep, and told everybody that his Son had
-been turned into a Frog.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-So the false King sat on the throne and grew up to be very bad and ugly,
-because he was always afraid the real King would return. He heard of
-the wonderful King of the Frogs, who carried off cattle on his back,
-and every time he saw a Frog he shivered all over.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-He was going to marry the Princess of Sumwareruther, and they expected
-her day after day, but she did not come. At last they became quite
-anxious, when one morning a little Blue Dwarf arrived at the Palace.
-He was quite breathless.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-His name was Omolo, and he told the King that when he and the young
-Princess (he was the Princess's page) were about twenty miles from the
-Palace, a Great Red Frog suddenly confronted them, put the soldiers to
-flight, and carried off the Princess.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-The King flew into a rage, and rushed out of the room declaring that
-he would go to war with the King of the Frogs.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
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-So the Chamberlain made a speech to the Army.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-But the Army was so afraid of the Great Red Frog that they were taken
-ill and could not go.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-And without saying a word to anyone, little Omolo climbed on to a
-Stork's back--
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-And flew off to save the Princess.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-Now the Stork had a friend, a very wise Owl, to whom they went for
-advice. The Owl put on his glasses and a very grave voice. He told Omolo
-where he would find a Magic Sword, and also where the King of the Frogs
-lived.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-Then, after thanking the Owl, they went on again and finally found the
-King Frog at home; but Omolo was rather surprised to see the Princess
-taking afternoon tea with him, and not frightened in the least.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-When she saw Omolo, she clapped her hands with delight, but before she
-could say a word, he attacked the King of the Frogs with his Magic Sword
-and wounded him. Directly the Sword touched the Frog,--
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-He changed into a splendid King with a Ruby Crown. The Princess was
-delighted, for, as of course you have guessed, he was the real King
-of Noware.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-He thanked Omolo graciously, and, taking the Magic Sword, he changed
-the little Blue Dwarf into a handsome fellow, and made him an Earl on
-the spot, and gave him command of the Army.
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-And being very pleased with the kind Stork he changed him into a man,
-and made him his Chancellor. He was a bit storky at first, but he
-gradually improved.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-Thoughtfully leaving the King and the Princess to talk things over, Earl
-Omolo went out and caught a Robin, changed it into a smart soldier, and
-sent him off recruiting. Very shortly there were thousands of Robins
-twittering to be enlisted.
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-They marched back to the Palace with a large army, and everybody was
-pleased to see them, except the false King and the Chamberlain, who
-begged the King to spare their lives, and as he was very happy he did
-so. But they were justly punished.
-
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-So the King married the Princess, and they had a magnificent Coronation,
-and as everybody was happy at the end--I hope you will be happy at
-
-                                THE END.
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-                    Have you seen
-
-             "The Animals' Trip to Sea"
-
-                         and
-
-                "The Animals' Picnic"
-
-                  by CLIFTON BINGHAM
-
-             illustrated by G. H. THOMPSON
-
-                      NOW READY
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-
-              *     *     *     *     *
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-
-THE
-ANIMALS'
-REBELLION
-
-described by
-CLIFTON BINGHAM
-
-and pictured by
-G. H. THOMPSON
-
-London                                              New York
-Ernest Nister       Printed in Bavaria.        E P Dutton & Co
-
-
-              *     *     *     *     *
-
-
-
-
-The Animals' Rebellion.
-
-
-The "Trip to Sea"[A] had long been made,
-The "Picnic"[B] bills had all been paid;
-But if you'll listen, I will tell
-What made the animals rebel.
-
-The Tiger was dissatisfied--
-"Why should the Lion reign?" he cried;
-"He's no more King of Beasts than I;
-So let us all his rule defy!"
-
-A secret meeting then he called:
-And while the others stood appalled,
-His wants and grievances explained,
-And quickly some adherents gained.
-
-The Fox his joy could not conceal--
-"In guns," thought he, "I'll make a deal!"
-The Owl, who all his speeches heard,
-Took care to take down every word:
-
-And ere the rising of the sun,
-The Great Rebellion had begun!
-
-[Footnote A: "The Animals' Trip to Sea."]
-[Footnote B: "The Animals' Picnic."]
-
-
-[Illustration: SECRET MEETING OF THE REBELS]
-
-
-
-
-The Tiger's Petition
-
-
-The King sat on his Throne one day,
-  His Crown upon his brow;
-To him, in most obsequious way,
-  The Tiger made his bow.
-
-His long petition he unrolled,
-  With names all written down;
-The courtiers stared--their blood ran cold--
-  King Leo gave a frown.
-
-"What have we here?" demanded he,
-  "And what does he require?"
-The Elephant said, "Here I see
-  A traitor, royal sire!"
-
-The Brown Bear murmured, "So do I--
-  He's right, without a doubt!"
-The monarch cried, with flashing eye,
-  "Turn this intruder out!"
-
-[Illustration: PRESENTING A PETITION TO THE KING]
-
-At midnight, in an empty hut,
-  Deep in the forest old,
-The Rebels met with doors close shut,
-  Their dark schemes to unfold.
-
-"Friends!" Tiger cried, "no more we'll brook
-  This despot's cruel reign;
-Our charter lies before us--look!
-  The plan of our campaign!"
-
-
-
-
-Mr. Fox's Armoury.
-
-
-Directly Brother Fox was told,
-  He ransacked all his stores,
-And soon was making bags of gold
- And selling guns in scores.
-
-The Brown Bear bought a blunderbuss;
-  And when they saw the arm,
-The Bunnies all cried, "Don't shoot _us_!
-  We've not done any harm!"
-
-The Tiger thought revolvers best,
-  So he bought half a score;
-"No guns I've had," said Fox, with zest,
-"_Went off_ so well before!"
-
-"Don't fear, my Bunnies, you'll be shot,
-  Though each has bought a gun;
-I'll whisper this," said  Fox: "they've got
-  Blank cartridge ev'ry one!"
-
-[Illustration: THE ARMORY]
-
-
-
-
-Raising the Standard.
-
-
-From lair to lair the news soon spread,
-And one and all leapt out of bed,
-And sallied forth, with loud hurrays,
-The Standard of Revolt to raise.
-
-The Bear looked fierce, the Crocodile
-Put on his most bloodthirsty smile;
-The Leopard and the Wolf were there,
-And cheers resounded in the air.
-
-The Tiger roared a lengthy speech,
-And called, in loudest tones, on each
-To do his best when came the fray,
-Not be afraid, nor run away.
-
-Cried he: "Now, onward to the field,
-To make this tyrant monarch yield!"
-"Charge, Leopard, charge--on, Tiger, on!"
-Were the first words of Rebellion.
-
-[Illustration: RAISING THE STANDARD OF REVOLT]
-
-Next morn a Scout the Camp alarms,
-The Lion's soldiers fly to arms.
-"The enemy advance!" he cries,
-"And means to take you by surprise!"
-In Leo's Camp, on Zootown plains,
-The utmost consternation reigns.
-
-
-
-
-In Leo's Camp.
-
-
-This startling news the peaceful Camp
-  With preparation fills,
-Resounding with the soldiers' tramp,
-  The noise of many drills.
-
-The Sergeants shout, the General storms;
-  All round one sees and hears
-The trying on of uniforms,
-  The clank of swords and spears.
-
-The Fox pretended, by and by,
-  To be deaf, dumb and lame;
-But Jacko, with a placard "Spy,"
-  Quite spoilt his little game.
-
-Field Marshal Hippo shouted out,
-  "Arrest him on the spot!"
-If he had not escaped, no doubt
-  He'd promptly have been shot.
-
-[Illustration: A SPY IN CAMP]
-
-
-
-
-Preparing for the Fray.
-
-Preparing for the coming fray,
-The Camp was busy night and day;
-The Rhino had his horn re-ground,
-Because it had got blunt he found.
-
-The Elephant had his tusks, too,
-Re-sharpened till they looked like new;
-In fact, the Ape's new grindstone strong
-Was working nearly all day long.
-
-All day the Camp was never still--
-With marching to and fro, and drill;
-And quite right too, since it appears
-They hadn't been to war for years.
-
-The oldest there had never known
-Such preparations to be shown;
-Indeed, they'd never had, somehow,
-A great Rebellion until now.
-
-[Illustration: PREPARING FOR THE FRAY]
-
-Next day took place the Grand Review,
-  Before His Majesty,
-The troops marched past in order true--
-  A splendid sight to see.
-
-The speech he made filled all with pride,
-  As brave as brave could be:
-"For Country and for King," he cried,
-  "On, on to victory!"
-
-
-
-
-The Advance Guard.
-
-
-Then marched they forth unto the fray
-A battle fierce took place next day;
-I'm told it was a fearful fight,
-That lasted quite from morn till night.
-
-Through hail of shot and rain of lead,
-His Rebel band the Tiger led;
-And found that when the fight was done
-A brilliant victory was won.
-
-In vain King Leo's gallant band
-(The Prince of Tails was in command)
-Essayed the Rebel force to beat--
-The effort ended in defeat.
-
-Their cocoa-nuts, with deadly aim,
-The Monkeys threw, but all the same;
-Though Jumbo streams of water poured,
-The enemy a victory scored.
-
-[Illustration: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE ENEMY]
-
-
-
-
-The Elephant Wounded.
-
-
-Alas! for he so bravely fought,
-  Poor Jumbo wounded lay;
-The ambulance they quickly brought
-  To where he fell that day.
-
-"To Hospital this instant!" cried
-  The Surgeon in command;
-"Don't let them say he would have died
-  If we'd not been at hand!"
-
-"But, wait," he said, "till I with care
-  Have quite examined him!"
-He probed him here, and probed him there,
-  And tested every limb.
-
-"It's but a nervous shock!" he said,
-  "Since he's so large and fat;
-You can't take him, and so, instead,
-  You'd better take his hat!"
-
-[Illustration: A WOUNDED HERO]
-
-Ere dusk the King's troops had retreated,
-By Tiger's Rebel band defeated;
-They ran pell-mell and helter-skelter,
-For any place to give them shelter.
-
-The Elephant, though he was wounded,
-Ran faster than the big Baboon did;
-The Owl to Camp flew like a bird
-To tell the King what had occurred.
-
-
-
-
-Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp
-
-
-Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp
-  Were great indeed that night;
-Each tent hung out a Chinese lamp
-  To celebrate the fight.
-
-They sang and shouted, o'er and o'er,
-  Until their throats were tired;
-They let off fireworks by the score,
-  A "feu de joie" was fired.
-
-When Wolf, who's not a marksman good,
-  Shot holes in Bear's new hat,
-Bear never even said, "You should
-  Apologise for that!"
-
-In short, they would, as like as not,
-  Have kept it up till day;
-Had someone not found out they'd shot
-  Their powder all away.
-
-[Illustration: REJOICINGS IN THE REBEL CAMP]
-
-
-
-
-Marching on the King's Capital.
-
-
-Next morn, with victory elate,
-"Why should we wait or hesitate?
-We'll march at once, without delay,
-Upon the Capital!" cried they.
-
-"That's _capital_!" a Monkey said,
-(But he at once was sent to bed!)
-But, all the same, it was agreed,
-So General Tiger took the lead.
-
-With flying flags and drums rat-tan
-The Rebels' onward march began.
-Cried Tiger, "Leoville one mile!"
-"That's nothing!" said the Crocodile.
-
-But Wolf, who kept a good look-out,
-Saw Private Whiskers out on scout.
-"Ha, ha," cried he, "I've caught a spy--
-That means promotion by and by!"
-
-[Illustration: MARCHING ON THE KING'S CAPITAL]
-
-"Great victory!" said Wolf, with pride,
-  And showed his prize with rapture;
-"Well done, indeed," the Tiger cried,
-  "A most important capture!"
-
-
-
-
-The Battle.
-
-
-Soon with the Lion's gallant troops
-  The Rebels were engaged;
-This way and that, 'midst wildest whoops
-  The tide of battle raged.
-
-The Elephant first sounded "Charge!"
-  And valiant deeds performed;
-The Rebels saw his trunk so large,
-  And trembled when he stormed.
-
-At first, though, neither side gained much;
-  But when 'twas paw to paw,
-The Owl, in his report, said, "Such
-  A fight I never saw!"
-
-Said Wolf, "No more at war I'll scoff,
-  I think I'd best begone!"
-And when the foe's last gun _went off_
-  The battle still _went on_.
-
-[Illustration: THE BATTLE]
-
-
-
-
-The Cavalry Charge.
-
-
-But, oh! the finest sight to see
-Was Leo's Giraffe Cavalry;
-As down the battle plain they tore,
-The Rebels saw that all was o'er.
-
-As on the Monkey troopers swept,
-The Bunnies to their holes all crept;
-The foe who set triumphant out
-Was first a rabble, then a rout!
-
-The Owl, in "Zooland," said, next day:
-"Our troops like chaff swept them away;
-Their praises let us loudly sing,
-Who won the day for Leo, King!"
-
-[Illustration: THE CHARGE OF THE GIRAFFE CAVALRY]
-
-The leader, Tiger, soon was caught,
-And into Camp a prisoner brought;
-A warning to this very day,
-To all who at Rebellion play.
-
-
-
-
-The Court-Martial.
-
-
-Field Marshal Leo then and there
-  A stern Court-Martial held;
-The prisoner, with defiant air,
-  Explained why he rebelled.
-
-"Such conduct," said the President,
-  "Admits of no defence;
-But since you ask it, I'll consent
-  To hear the evidence."
-
-'Twas heard--in "Zooland" of that week
-  You'll find the Owl's report;
-The President then rose to speak,
-  The sentence of the Court.
-
-"On all counts guilty he appears--
-  The prisoner's sentenced to
-A lenient term--a hundred years
-  Confinement in the Zoo!"
-
-[Illustration: THE COURT-MARTIAL]
-
-
-
-
-The Rebels Surrender.
-
-
-The other Rebels, when they heard
-Of what to Tiger had occurred,
-Surrendered everyone next day,
-And threw down arms without delay.
-
-The Bear said, "I don't want to keep
-My blunderbuss--'twas much too cheap!"
-The Leopard and the Crocodile
-Threw theirs upon the growing pile.
-
-Of loyalty each took the oath,
-While Jumbo and Lord Rhino, both
-Promoted Colonels by the King,
-Kept watch that each his gun did bring.
-
-And Colonel Jumbo winked his eye
-To Colonel Rhino, standing by:
-"We'd be Field Marshals soon, no fear,
-If we'd Rebellions ev'ry year!"
-
-[Illustration: THE REBELS SURRENDER]
-
-This done, the prisoners were sent
-Off to perpetual banishment;
-Forbidden thenceforth, under pain
-Of death, to e'er come back again!
-Oh, sad indeed that Rebel band,
-That bade farewell to dear Zooland.
-
-
-
-
-One of the King's Heroes.
-
-
-T'was soon remarked by not a few
-  That Hippo was not seen;
-The rumour ran--alas! too true--
-  That he had wounded been.
-
-Then messengers went out and found
-  The hero of the strife;
-His wounds with bandages were bound
-  By his most loving wife.
-
-The King himself, when he was told,
-  In person--came to see;
-"When well," said he, "oh, hero bold,
-Sir Hippo you shall be!"
-
-With Surgeon's skill and wifely care
-  He soon recovered quite;
-Now there's no soldier anywhere
-  Like Sir John Hippo, Knight.
-
-[Illustration: ONE OF THE KING'S HEROES]
-
-
-
-
-The King's Return.
-
-
-With clash of brass and drums that banged,
-With flags that flew and bells that clanged,
-They celebrated, as you see,
-The King's return from victory.
-
-  Rejoicings reigned on every hand,
-  The noise was great, the music grand;
-  They bought up all the butchers' shops,
-  Gave everyone free steaks and chops.
-
-  Buns, nuts and cakes were given away,
-  The children had a holiday;
-  His people came from far and nigh
-  To see King Leo riding by.
-
-  The cavalry were there, of course,
-  And everyone next day was hoarse;
-  For 'twas not often they could see
-  A King return from victory.
-
-[Illustration: RETURN OF THE KING TO HIS CAPITAL]
-
-Next day the King an order gave
-  That he would distribute
-His medals to his soldiers brave,
-  Both cavalry and foot.
-
-The medals were the very best--
-  Some putty and some tin;
-The King unto each hero's breast
-  Affixed them with a pin.
-
-
-
-
-Home Again.
-
-
-Now ended is the strife and fray,
-  Dispersed the Rebel train;
-There's joy in Jumbo Hall to-day,
-  For Daddy's home again.
-
-Watch Mamma Jumbo's beaming face
-  To see him safe and sound,
-Of battle showing not a trace,
-  Although with glory crowned.
-
-'Tis good once more to see him curl
-  His big trunk with delight,
-And toss in air his baby girl
-  Before she says good-night.
-
-While Tommy vows, when he is tall,
-  He'll fight with might and main;
-Oh, all is joy at Jumbo Hall
-  Now Daddy's home again.
-
-[Illustration: HOME AGAIN]
-
-[Illustration: LONG LIVE KING LEO]
-
-
-              *     *     *     *     *
-
-
-
-
-_By the same Author and Artist._
-
-
-THE ANIMALS' TRIP TO SEA.
-
-The most fascinating thing of the kind we ever saw. --The Guardian.
-
-Is brimful of fun from cover to cover. --The Queen.
-
-Is extremely funny and decidedly original. --St. James's Gazette.
-
-A hearty welcome to the nursery will be accorded to "The Animals' Trip
-to Sea." --The New York Churchman.
-
-The cleverest thing we have seen for many moons in the shape of
-a picture-book for children. --Boston Herald.
-
-Cannot fail to elicit shouts of laughter from the observing little ones.
---The Boston Beacon.
-
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-THE ANIMALS' PICNIC.
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-It is a highly enjoyable book for children of all ages. --The Guardian.
-
-Absolutely brimming over with wit and humour. --The Baptist.
-
-The illustrations should bring a smile to the most sedate countenance.
---Liverpool Courier.
-
-This book deserves to be a favorite with holiday gift buyers.
---Chicago Record Herald.
-
-Is made up of humorous rhymes and quite as humorous pictures. --The
-Dial (Chicago).
-
-The pictures are both colored and in black and white, and practical
-experience enables us to state positively that they do in point of fact
-immensely amuse young children. --The Outlook (New York).
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-[Illustration: FRONT COVER]
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-[Illustration]
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-              The ROCKET Book
-
-              by PETER NEWELL
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-             HARPER & BROTHERS
-                 NEW YORK
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-   COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY HARPER & BROTHERS
-               --------------
-           PATENTED JUNE 4, 1912
-               --------------
-  PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
-          PUBLISHED OCTOBER, 1912
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-
-THE ROCKET BOOK
-
-[Illustration]
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-
-
-THE BASEMENT
-
-
-  When Fritz, the Janitor's bad kid,
-    Went snooping in the basement,
-  He found a rocket snugly hid
-    Beneath the window casement.
-
-  He struck a match with one fell swoop;
-    Then, on the concrete kneeling,
-  He lit the rocket and--she--oop!
-    It shot up through the ceiling.
-
-
-[Illustration: THE BASEMENT]
-
-
-
-
-FIRST FLAT
-
-
-  The Steiners on the floor above
-    Of breakfast were partaking;
-  Crash! came the rocket, unannounced,
-    And set them all a-quaking!
-
-  It smote a catsup bottle, fair,
-    And bang! the thing exploded!
-  And now these people all declare
-    That catsup flask was loaded.
-
-
-[Illustration: FIRST FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-SECOND FLAT
-
-
-  Before the fire old Grandpa Hopp
-    Dozed in his arm-chair big,
-  When from a trunk the rocket burst
-    And carried off his wig!
-
-  It passed so near his ancient head
-    He roused up with a start,
-  And, turning to his grandsons, said,
-    "You fellows think you're smart!"
-
-
-[Illustration: SECOND FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-THIRD FLAT
-
-
-  Algernon Bracket, somewhat rash,
-    Had blown a monster bubble,
-  When, oh! there came a blinding flash,
-    Precipitating trouble!
-
-  But Algy turned in mild disgust,
-    And called to Mama Bracket,
-  "Say, did you hear that bubble bu'st?
-    It made an awful racket!"
-
-
-[Illustration: THIRD FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-FOURTH FLAT
-
-
-  Jo Budd, who'd bought a potted plant,
-    Was dousing it with water.
-  He fancied this would make it grow,
-    And Joseph loved to potter.
-
-  Then through the pot the rocket shot
-    And made the scene look sickly!
-  "Well, now," said Jo, "I never thought
-    That plant would shoot so quickly!"
-
-
-[Illustration: FOURTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-FIFTH FLAT
-
-
-  Right here 'tis needful to remark
-    That Dick and "Little Son"
-  Were playing with a Noah's ark
-    And having loads of fun,
-
-  When all at once that rocket, stout,
-    Up through the ark came blazing!
-  The animals were tossed about
-    And did some stunts amazing.
-
-
-[Illustration: FIFTH FLAT]
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-SIXTH FLAT
-
-
-  A Burglar on the next floor up
-    The sideboard was exploring.
-  (The family, with the brindled pup,
-    Were still asleep and snoring.)
-
-  Just then, up through the silverware
-    The rocket thundered, flaring!
-  The Burglar got a dreadful scare;
-    Then out the door went tearing.
-
-
-[Illustration: SIXTH FLAT]
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-
-
-SEVENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Miss Mamie Briggs with no mean skill
-    Was playing "Casey's Fling"
-  To please her cousin, Amos Gill,
-    Who liked that sort of thing,
-
-  When suddenly the rocket, hot,
-    The old piano jumbled!
-  It stopped that rag-time like a shot,
-    Then through the ceiling rumbled.
-
-
-[Illustration: SEVENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-EIGHTH FLAT
-
-
-  Up through the next floor on its way
-    That rocket, dread, went tearing
-  Where Winkle stood in bath-robe, gay,
-    A tepid bath preparing.
-
-  The tub it punctured like a shot
-    And made a mighty splashing.
-  The man was rooted to the spot;
-    Then out the door went dashing.
-
-
-[Illustration: EIGHTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-NINTH FLAT
-
-
-  Bob Brooks was puffing very hard
-    His football to inflate,
-  While round him stood his faithful guard,
-    And they could hardly wait.
-
-  Then came the rocket, fierce and bright,
-    And through the football rumbled.
-  "You've got a pair of lungs, all right!"
-    His staring playmates grumbled.
-
-
-[Illustration: NINTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-TENTH FLAT
-
-
-  The family dog, with frenzied mien,
-    Was chasing Fluff, the mouser,
-  When, poof! the rocket flashed between,
-    And quite astonished Towzer.
-
-  Now, if this dog had wit enough
-    The English tongue to torture,
-  He might have growled such silly stuff
-    As, "Whew! that cat's a scorcher!"
-
-
-[Illustration: TENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-ELEVENTH FLAT
-
-
-  While Carrie Cook sat with a book
-    The phonograph played sweetly.
-  Then came the rocket and it smashed
-    That instrument completely.
-
-  Fair Carrie promptly turned her head,
-    Attracted by the roar.
-  "Dear me, I never heard," she said,
-    "That record played before!"
-
-
-[Illustration: ELEVENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-TWELFTH FLAT
-
-
-  De Vere was searching for a match
-    To light a cigarette,
-  But failed to find one with despatch,
-    Which threw him in a pet.
-
-  Just then the rocket flared up bright
-    Before his face and crackled,
-  Supplying him the needed light--
-    "Thanks, awfully," he cackled.
-
-
-[Illustration: TWELFTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-THIRTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Home from the shop came Maud's new hat--
-    A hat of monstrous size!
-  It almost filled the tiny flat
-    Before her ravished eyes.
-
-  When, sch-u-u! up through the box so proud
-    The rocket flared and spluttered.
-  "I said that hat was all too loud!"
-    Her peevish husband muttered.
-
-
-[Illustration: THIRTEENTH FLAT]
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-
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-FOURTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Tom's pap had helped him start his train,
-    And all would have been fine
-  Had not the rocket, raising Cain,
-    Blocked traffic on the line.
-
-  It blew the engine into scrap,
-    As in a fit of passion.
-  "Who would have thought that toy," said pap,
-    "Would blow up in such fashion!"
-
-
-[Illustration: FOURTEENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-FIFTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Orlando Pease, quite at his ease,
-    The "Morning Star" was reading.
-  "My dear," said he to Mrs. Pease,
-    "Here's a report worth heeding."
-
-  The rocket then in wanton sport
-    Flashed through the printed pages.
-  The lady gasped, "A wild report!"
-    Then swooned by easy stages.
-
-
-[Illustration: FIFTEENTH FLAT]
-
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-
-
-SIXTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Doc Danby was a stupid guy,
-    So, lest he sleep too late,
-  He placed a tattoo clock near by
-    To waken him at eight.
-
-  But, ah! the rocket smote that clock
-    And smashed its way clean through it!
-  "You have a fine alarm," said Doc,
-    "But, say, you overdo it!"
-
-
-[Illustration: SIXTEENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-SEVENTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  A penny-liner, Abram Stout,
-    Was writing a description.
-  "The flame shot up," he pounded out--
-    Then threw a mild conniption.
-
-  For through his Flemington there shied
-    A rocket, hot and mystic.
-  "I didn't mean to be," he cried,
-    "So deuced realistic!"
-
-
-[Illustration: SEVENTEENTH FLAT]
-
-
-
-
-EIGHTEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  Gus Gummer long had set his head
-    Upon some strange invention.
-  "Be careful, Gus," his good wife said;
-    "It might explode. I mention--"
-
-  Just then the pesky rocket flared
-    And wrecked that Yankee notion.
-  "I feared as much!" his wife declared;
-    Then fainted from emotion.
-
-
-[Illustration: EIGHTEENTH FLAT]
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-
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-NINETEENTH FLAT
-
-
-  While Burt was on his hobby-horse
-    And riding it like mad,
-  The rocket on its fiery course
-    Upset the startled lad.
-
-  The frightened pony plunged a lot,
-    Like Fury playing tag.
-  "Whoa, Spot!" said Burt. "Who would have thought
-    You such a fiery nag!"
-
-
-[Illustration: NINETEENTH FLAT]
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-
-
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-TWENTIETH FLAT
-
-
-  A taxidermist plied his trade
-    Upon a walrus' head.
-  It really made him quite afraid
-    To meet its stare so dread.
-
-  When suddenly the rocket, bright,
-    Flared up and then was off!
-  "Oh, Minnie," cried the man in fright,
-    "Just hear that walrus cough!"
-
-
-[Illustration: TWENTIETH FLAT]
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-
-
-
-TOP FLAT
-
-
-  Oh, it was just a splendid flight--
-    That rocket's wild career!
-  But to an end it came, all right,
-    As you shall straightway hear.
-
-  It plunged into a can of cream
-    That Billy Bunk was freezing,
-  And froze quite stiff, as it would seem,
-    And so subsided, wheezing.
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-Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/)
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-A MESSAGE TO GARCIA
-
-Being a Preachment
-
-by
-
-Elbert Hubbard.
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-[Illustration: Elbert Hubbard]
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-[Illustration]
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-Done into a Printed Book
-by the Roycrofters at
-Their Shop, Which Is in East
-Aurora, Erie County, N.Y.
-Copyright 1914 by Elbert Hubbard
-
-
-
-
-
-APOLOGIA
-
-
-
-
-HORSE SENSE
-
-If you work for a man, in Heaven's name work for him. If he pays wages
-that supply you your bread and butter, work for him, speak well of
-him, think well of him, and stand by him, and stand by the institution
-he represents. I think if I worked for a man, I would work for him.
-I would not work for him a part of his time, but all of his time. I
-would give an undivided service or none. If put to the pinch, an
-ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. If you must vilify,
-condemn, and eternally disparage, why, resign your position, and when
-you are outside, damn to your heart's content. But, I pray you, so
-long as you are a part of an institution, do not condemn it. Not that
-you will injure the institution--not that--but when you disparage the
-concern of which you are a part, you disparage yourself. And don't
-forget--"I forgot" won't do in business.
-
-[Sidenote: _A trying day_]
-
-This literary trifle, "A Message to Garcia," was written one evening
-after supper, in a single hour. It was on the Twenty-second of
-February, Eighteen Hundred Ninety-nine, Washington's Birthday, and we
-were just going to press with the March "Philistine." The thing
-leaped hot from my heart, written after a trying day, when I had been
-endeavoring to train some rather delinquent villagers to abjure the
-comatose state and get radio-active.
-
-[Sidenote: The real hero of the war]
-
-The immediate suggestion, though, came from a little argument over the
-teacups, when my boy Bert suggested that Rowan was the real hero of
-the Cuban War. Rowan had gone alone and done the thing--carried the
-message to Garcia.
-
-[Sidenote: The increasing demand]
-
-It came to me like a flash! Yes, the boy is right, the hero is the man
-who does his work--who carries the message to Garcia. I got up from
-the table, and wrote "A Message to Garcia." I thought so little of
-it that we ran it in the Magazine without a heading. The edition
-went out, and soon orders began to come for extra copies of the March
-"Philistine," a dozen, fifty, a hundred; and when the American News
-Company ordered a thousand, I asked one of my helpers which article it
-was that had stirred up the cosmic dust.
-
-"It's the stuff about Garcia," he said.
-
-[Sidenote: George H. Daniels]
-
-The next day a telegram came from George H. Daniels, of the New York
-Central Railroad, thus: "Give price on one hundred thousand Rowan
-article in pamphlet form--Empire State Express advertisement on
-back--also how soon can ship."
-
-I replied giving price, and stated we could supply the pamphlets in
-two years. Our facilities were small and a hundred thousand booklets
-looked like an awful undertaking.
-
-The result was that I gave Mr. Daniels permission to reprint the
-article in his own way. He issued it in booklet form in editions of
-half a million. Two or three of these half-million lots were sent out
-by Mr. Daniels, and in addition the article was reprinted in over
-two hundred magazines and newspapers. It has been translated into all
-written languages.
-
-[Sidenote: Prince Hilakoff]
-
-At the time Mr. Daniels was distributing the "Message to Garcia,"
-Prince Hilakoff, Director of Russian Railways, was in this country. He
-was the guest of the New York Central, and made a tour of the country
-under the personal direction of Mr. Daniels. The Prince saw the little
-book and was interested in it, more because Mr. Daniels was putting it
-out in such big numbers, probably, than otherwise.
-
-[Sidenote: The Russian railroad-men]
-
-In any event, when he got home he had the matter translated into
-Russian, and a copy of the booklet given to every railroad employee in
-Russia.
-
-Other countries then took it up, and from Russia it passed into
-Germany, France, Spain, Turkey, Hindustan and China. During the war
-between Russia and Japan, every Russian soldier who went to the front
-was given a copy of the "Message to Garcia."
-
-[Sidenote: The war in the East]
-
-The Japanese, finding the booklets in possession of the Russian
-prisoners, concluded that it must be a good thing, and accordingly
-translated it into Japanese.
-
-And on an order of the Mikado, a copy was given to every man in the
-employ of the Japanese Government, soldier or civilian. Over forty
-million copies of "A Message to Garcia" have been printed.
-
-[Sidenote: Its great circulation]
-
-This is said to be a larger circulation than any other literary
-venture has ever attained during the lifetime of the author, in all
-history--thanks to a series of lucky accidents!--E.H.
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-
-
-
-
-A MESSAGE TO GARCIA
-
-
-
-
-    As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful
-    messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of
-    his masters.--_Proverbs xxv:_ 13
-
-
-
-
-In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon
-of my memory like Mars at perihelion.
-
-[Sidenote: The President needed a man]
-
-When war broke out between Spain and the United States, it was very
-necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents.
-Garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of Cuba--no one knew
-where. No mail or telegraph message could reach him. The President
-must secure his co-operation, and quickly. What to do!
-
-[Sidenote: And found one]
-
-Some one said to the President, "There is a fellow by the name of
-Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can."
-
-[Sidenote: He delivered the message]
-
-Rowan was sent for and was given a letter to be delivered to Garcia.
-How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in
-an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by
-night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the
-jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island,
-having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter
-to Garcia--are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.
-The point that I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to
-be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where
-is he at?" By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in
-deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land.
-It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and
-that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be
-loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the
-thing--"Carry a message to Garcia."
-
-[Sidenote: The Moral]
-
-General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.
-
-No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many
-hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the
-imbecility of the average man--the inability or unwillingness to
-concentrate on a thing and do it.
-
-[Sidenote: There are other Garcias]
-
-Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, and
-half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook
-or crook or threat he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or
-mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel
-of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test: You
-are sitting now in your office--six clerks are within call. Summon any
-one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a
-brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio."
-
-Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task?
-
-On your life he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and
-ask one or more of the following questions:
-
-[Sidenote: Which Encyclopedia?]
-
-Who was he?
-Which encyclopedia?
-Where is the encyclopedia?
-Was I hired for that?
-Don't you mean Bismarck?
-
-[Sidenote: What's the matter with Charlie doing it?]
-
-What's the matter with Charlie doing it?
-Is he dead?
-Is there any hurry?
-Shall I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?
-What do you want to know for?
-
-_I wasn't hired for that anyway!_
-
-And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the
-questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want
-it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him
-try to find Garcia--and then come back and tell you there is no such
-man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average
-I will not.
-
-Now, if you are wise, you will not bother to explain to your
-"assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C's, not in the K's,
-but you will smile very sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it
-up yourself.
-
-[Sidenote: _Dread of getting "the bounce"_]
-
-And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this
-infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold
-and lift--these are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the
-future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when
-the benefit of their effort is for all? A first mate with knotted club
-seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night
-holds many a worker to his place.
-
-Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply can
-neither spell nor punctuate--and do not think it necessary to.
-
-Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?
-
-"You see that bookkeeper," said a foreman to me in a large factory.
-
-"Yes; what about him?"
-
-[Sidenote: _Who wants a man like this?_]
-
-"Well, he's a fine accountant, but if I'd send him up-town on an
-errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other
-hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main
-Street would forget what he had been sent for."
-
-Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?
-
-We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the
-"downtrodden denizens of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer
-searching for honest employment," and with it all often go many hard
-words for the men in power.
-
-[Sidenote: _The weeding-out process_]
-
-Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a
-vain attempt to get frowsy ne'er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and
-his long, patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when
-his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant
-weeding-out process going on. The employer is continually sending away
-"help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of
-the business, and others are being taken on.
-
-[Sidenote: _This man says times are scarce_]
-
-No matter how good times are, this sorting continues: only if times
-are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer--but out and
-forever out the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the
-fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best--those
-who can carry a message to Garcia.
-
-I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to
-manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to
-any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane
-suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress,
-him. He can not give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a
-message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be,
-"Take it yourself!"
-
-[Sidenote: _A spiritual cripple_]
-
-Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind
-whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare
-employ him, for he is a regular firebrand of discontent. He is
-impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the
-toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot.
-
-Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied
-than a physical cripple; but in our pitying let us drop a tear, too,
-for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose
-working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast
-turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference,
-slipshod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude which, but for
-their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless.
-
-[Sidenote: _A word of sympathy for the man who succeeds_]
-
-[Sidenote: _Rags not necessarily a recommendation_]
-
-Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the
-world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the
-man who succeeds--the man who, against great odds, has directed the
-efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it:
-nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and
-worked for day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labor,
-and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no
-excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; and all
-employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor
-men are virtuous.
-
-[Sidenote: _Good men are always needed_]
-
-[Sidenote: _Needed today and needed badly--A MAN_]
-
-My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is
-away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given
-a letter for Garcia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any
-idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into
-the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets
-"laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization
-is one long, anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such
-a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can
-afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village--in
-every office, shop, store and factory.
-
-The world cries out for such: he is needed, and needed badly--the man
-who can carry
-
-A MESSAGE TO GARCIA.
-
-[Illustration: ]
-
-
-
-
-    To act in absolute freedom and at the same time know that
-    responsibility is the price of freedom is salvation.
-
-
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-HERE THEN ENDETH THE PREACHMENT, _A MESSAGE TO GARCIA_, AS
-WRITTEN BY FRA ELBERTUS AND DONE INTO A BOOK BY THE ROYCROFTERS AT
-THEIR SHOP, WHICH IS IN EAST AURORA, NEW YORK.
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-LIFE IN ABUNDANCE
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-The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned or "good," but to
-be Radiant.
-
-I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, sincerity, calm courage and
-good-will.
-
-I wish to be simple, honest, natural, frank, clean in mind and clean
-in body, unaffected--ready to say, "I do not know," if so it be, to
-meet all men on an absolute equality--to face any obstacle and meet
-every difficulty unafraid and unabashed.
-
-I wish others to live their lives, too, up to their highest, fullest
-and best. To that end I pray that I may never meddle, dictate,
-interfere, give advice that is not wanted, nor assist when my services
-are not needed. If I can help people I'll do it by giving them a
-chance to help themselves; and if I can uplift or inspire, let it be
-by example, inference and suggestion, rather than by injunction and
-dictation. That is to say, I desire to be Radiant--to Radiate Life.
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-THE SLANT BOOK
-By PETER NEWELL
-
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-This uphill work is slow, indeed,
-But down the slant--ah! note the speed!
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-HARPER & BROTHERS
-NEW YORK
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-Copyright 1910, by Harper & Brothers
-Patented September 20, 1910
-Published November, 1910
-Printed in the United States of America
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-THE SLANT
-BOOK
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-Where Bobby lives there is a hill--
-A hill so steep and high,
-'Twould fill the bill for Jack and Jill
-Their famous act to try
-
-Once Bobby's Go-cart broke away
-And down this hill it kited.
-The careless Nurse screamed in dismay
-But Bobby was delighted
-
-He clapped his hands, in manner rude,
-And laughed in high elation--
-While, close behind, the Nurse pursued
-In hopeless consternation
-
-[Illustration]
-
-An Officer slid off the lid
-As Bobby hove in sight,
-And bellowed out, "You're scorchin', kid--
-I'll run you in all right!"
-
-But down the Go-cart swiftly sped
-And smashed that Cop completely,
-And as he sailed o'er Bobby's head
-Bob snipped a button neatly!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A funny Son of sunny Greece
-Was standing near the curb,
-Beside his push-cart, wrapped in peace,
-That naught could well disturb
-
-But all at once he got a shock--
-The Go-cart speeding down,
-Collided with his fancy stock
-And littered up the town!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The runaway then swerved a bit
-And snapped a Hydrant, short;
-Which accident proved quite a hit
-Of rather novel sort
-
-The Water spouted in a jet
-As much as ten feet high,
-And all were soaked and nearly choked
-Who chanced to be nearby!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A farmer's wife, Miss' Angy Moore,
-Was trudging up the grade.
-A basketful of eggs she bore
-To barter with in trade
-
-The Go-cart and the Lady met
-(Informally, no doubt)
-And made a sort of omelette
-And spread it round about!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Painter on a ladder perched,
-Was working at his calling--
-Against its foot the Go-cart lurched
-And sent the fellow sprawling
-
-His pot of paint came tumbling down
-And wrong side up, it settled
-About a Chappie's flaxen crown--
-Oh, my! but he was nettled!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A German Band across the street
-Its way was slowly wending,
-Which was a movement indiscreet,
-The way that things were tending
-
-The Go-cart struck the bass drum square,
-And passed completely through it.
-The Drummer madly tore his hair
-And said, "Vy did you do it?"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Some Workingmen were putting in
-A heavy plate-glass front.
-The Go-cart then came rushing in
-And did its little stunt
-
-It smashed to bits a crystal pane
-Two sweating men were bearing,
-And sped on down the slanting plane
-And left them mad and swearing!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-An automobile big and brown
-Was chugging up the hill,
-And met the Go-cart plunging down
-With speed that boded ill
-
-At once there rose a noise and din
-Of people in dismay.
-A Sandwich-man then butted in
-And opened up a way!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Lad was rushing with a Hat
-Some Lady had been buying--
-The Go-cart caught--and laid him flat,
-And sent the hat-box flying
-
-The Hat fell out and settled down
-Upon our Bobby's head.
-"Say, I'm the swellest kid in town!"
-The precious rascal said
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Newsboy next was somehow hit--
-The Go-cart, swift and dextrous,
-Contrived to muss him up a bit
-And fill the air with extras
-
-One copy Bobby neatly scooped,
-And saw this wild display,
-In type so bold it fairly whooped:
-"A GO-CART BREAKS AWAY!"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Then as the Go-cart speeded by,
-A Bulldog, quite pugnacious,
-Seized on the handle on the fly
-And clung with grip tenacious
-
-The Go-cart's speed was so increased
-The Dog streamed out behind it,
-And Bobby turned to pet the beast
-Which didn't seem to mind it!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Perambulating down the street
-Was Miss Lucile O'Grady--
-The Go-cart knocked her off her feet
-And took on board the Lady
-
-"Your fare!" said Bobby, with a shout,
-One chubby hand extending.
-But Miss O'Grady tumbled out
-With shrieks the heavens rending
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Herder up the weary grade
-A yearling Calf was leading.
-The creature was a stubborn jade
-And lunged about, unheeding
-
-The Go-cart caught the rope midway
-Between the Calf and Herder,
-And both fell in behind the shay
-With cries of "Ba-a!" and "Murder!"
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Two Chappies at a tennis meet
-Were battling fast and hard--
-The Go-cart skidded off the street
-And shot across the yard
-
-The game was "forty all," but then
-It didn't end that day--
-The Go-cart dashed into the net
-And carried it away!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-On came the Go-cart down the grade
-(The town was now behind it)
-And ran into an orchard's shade
-Where Providence resigned it!
-
-But then it only grazed a tree
-And set it all a-shiver;
-The ripened fruit fell merrily
-And likewise Sammy Sliver!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Then through a Watermelon patch
-This awful cart descended,
-And split the melons by the batch--
-The Farmer was offended
-
-And tried to stop its wild career,
-Which was a silly notion--
-It passed him promptly to the rear
-With quite a rapid motion!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Picnic Party on the green
-Were seated at their lunch--
-The Go-cart dashed upon the scene
-And through the happy bunch!
-
-Sardines and pickles, ham and cake,
-Were jumbled in a mess,
-Then straightway rose these Picnickers
-And shouted for redress!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-An Artist sketching on the slope
-A lively air was humming,
-And so absorbed was he, he failed
-To note the Go-cart coming
-
-A crash! The circumambient air
-Was filled with miscellany,
-And damaged quite beyond repair
-Was Cremnitz White Mulvaney!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-A Damsel milked a brindled Cow
-Out in a pasture green,
-The Birdies sang from bush and bough--
-All Nature was serene
-
-When suddenly a thunderbolt
-Dispelled the sweet illusion--
-The Go-cart gave the twain a jolt,
-And all was wild confusion!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Upon a rustic bridge a Chap
-Cast out a bait inviting,
-And presently he took a nap
-And dreamed the fish were biting
-
-Then came the Go-cart like a gale
-And rudely him awakened--
-At first he thought he'd caught a whale,
-But found he was mistaken!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-The longest night must have an end
-As well as a beginning;
-And so this Cart, you may depend,
-Was bound to cease its spinning
-
-It crashed into a hemlock Stump
-That chanced to block its way,
-And Bobby made a flying jump
-And landed in the hay!
-
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-                              Bank of the
-                               Manhattan
-                                Company
-
-
-                                ORIGIN
-                                HISTORY
-                               PROGRESS
-
-
-
-                            40 Wall Street
-                               New York
-
-
-        [Illustration: PRESENT OFFICE OF THE MANHATTAN COMPANY
-                           40-42 WALL STREET
-   Building erected jointly in 1884 by the Manhattan Company and the
-                       Merchants' National Bank]
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-                                 BANK
-                                OF THE
-                           MANHATTAN COMPANY
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-                            CHARTERED 1799
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-                     A PROGRESSIVE COMMERCIAL BANK
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-                [Illustration: CHIEF OF THE MANHATTANS]
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-                            40 WALL STREET
-                               NEW YORK
-
-
-[Illustration: Common Seal]
-
-On May 8th, 1799, the Committee of By-Laws reported "that they had
-devised a common seal for the Corporation, the description of which is
-as follows:
-
-"Oceanus, one of the sea Gods, sitting in a reclining posture on a
-rising ground pouring water from an urn which forms a river and
-terminates in a lake. On the exergue will be inscribed 'Seal of the
-Manhattan Company.'"
-
-
-There are nine banks now in existence whose history reaches back into
-the Eighteenth Century. Of these, two are in Massachusetts, two in
-Connecticut, one in Pennsylvania, one in Delaware, one in Maryland and
-two in New York.
-
-Corporate banking in New York began with the organization of the Bank of
-New York by Alexander Hamilton in 1784, which received its charter in
-1792. For fifteen years this bank, together with the New York branch of
-the first Bank of the United States, were the only banks doing business
-in either the City or State of New York. With Hamilton and the Federals
-in control of the Legislature, new bank charters were unobtainable. This
-monopoly of banking facilities in the City and State was of great
-strategic value to the political party in control, and naturally aroused
-jealousy and resentment among the members of the opposition, whose
-leader was Aaron Burr.
-
-[Illustration: EXCERPT FROM CHARTER]
-
-In 1798 New York City suffered from a severe yellow fever epidemic,
-which was attributed to an inadequate and inferior water supply. Upon
-the assembling of the Legislature in 1799, an association of
-individuals, among whom Aaron Burr was the moving spirit, applied for a
-charter for the purpose of "supplying the City of New York with pure and
-wholesome water." With a capital of $2,000,000, the project was an
-ambitious one for those days, and, as there was considerable uncertainty
-about the probable cost of the water system, a clause was inserted in
-the charter, permitting the Company to employ all surplus capital in the
-purchase of public or other stock or in any other monied transactions or
-operations, not inconsistent with the constitution and laws of New York
-or of the United States.
-
-A great effort was made to defeat the charter on account of this clause
-granting the Company banking privileges. But the necessity for a proper
-water system, which could be procured only by the organization of a
-responsible company with large capital, carried it through the
-Legislature and it received the Governor's signature.
-
-[Illustration: FORM OF EARLY STOCK CERTIFICATE]
-
-The Bill was passed April 2d, 1799, and by April 22d books were opened
-for public subscription to the $2,000,000 Capital Stock of the Manhattan
-Company, the par value of which was $50. These original books are still
-in the possession of the Company, and contain the signatures of many of
-the prominent men of the time. By May 15th the entire amount had been
-subscribed by several thousand persons--the City of New York having
-taken 2,000 of the shares. The Charter provided that the Recorder of the
-city should be _ex-officio_ a director of the Company, a provision which
-was in effect for 108 years, until the abolition of the office in 1907.
-
-[Illustration: SUBSCRIPTIONS OF DIRECTORS
-Reproduced from original subscription book]
-
-[Illustration: OATH OF FIRST PRESIDENT]
-
-
-
-
-THE WATER SYSTEM
-
-At the first meeting of the Directors, held at the house of Edward
-Barden, Innkeeper, on April 11th, 1799, the following Directors were
-present:
-
-DANIEL LUDLOW,
-JOHN WATTS,
-JOHN B. CHURCH,
-BROCKHOLST LIVINGSTON,
-WILLIAM LAIGHT,
-PASCAL N. SMITH,
-SAMUEL OSGOOD,
-JOHN STEVENS,
-JOHN B. COLES,
-JOHN BROOME,
-AARON BURR, and
-RICHARD HARRISON,
-Recorder of the City of New York,
-Ex. Officio,
-
-the only absentee being William Edgar.
-
-Daniel Ludlow was chosen President, and the following minute was made:
-
-     The principal object of this incorporation being to obtain a
-     supply of pure and wholesome water for the City of New York.
-
-     RESOLVED that Samuel Osgood, John B. Coles and John
-     Stevens be a committee to report with all convenient speed
-     the best means to be pursued to obtain such supply.
-
-[Illustration: OLD WOODEN WATER MAINS]
-
-On May 6th, 1799, the water committee was empowered "to contract for as
-many pine logs as they may think necessary for pipes and also for boring
-the same."
-
-[Illustration: Contemporary Cartoon]
-
-A number of wells were sunk, reservoirs and tanks built, and the
-distributing system extended generally through the city south of City
-Hall.
-
-About 1836 the system was extended north along Broadway as far as
-Bleecker Street, and at that time the company had about twenty-five
-miles of mains and supplied 2,000 houses.
-
-[Illustration: MANHATTAN COMPANY RESERVOIR ON CHAMBERS STREET]
-
-While the water was said to be "wholesome," its quality did not give
-entire satisfaction, as may be seen from the muddiness of the water in
-the glass held by "Pure Manhattan" in the contemporary cartoon
-reproduced on the opposite page.
-
-Over one of the earliest wells, at the corner of Reade and Center
-Streets, a tank of iron plates was erected. This tank is now inclosed in
-an old-fashioned building which is still owned by the Manhattan Company.
-
-The Company continued to operate its water service until about the time
-the Croton system was completed in 1842.
-
-[Illustration: OLD WATER GATE DUG UP IN PARK ROW IN 1900]
-
-
-
-
-FOUNDING AND EARLY HISTORY OF THE BANK
-
-On April 17, 1799, a committee of the Directors was appointed
-
-     "to consider the most proper means of employing the capital
-     of the Company."
-
-The committee reported on June 3, 1799, in favor of opening an office of
-discount and deposit, and a house was bought on the site of the present
-No. 40 Wall Street, in which, on September 1, 1799, the "Bank" of the
-Manhattan Company began business.
-
-The following is one of the earliest advertisements, reproduced from the
-Mercantile Advertiser, October 9, 1799:
-
-    MANHATTAN COMPANY.
-
-    The Office of Discount and Deposit will open for the
-    transaction of business, for the present, at 10 o'clock in
-    the forenoon, and continue open until 3 o'clock in the
-    afternoon, when the business of the day will be closed.
-
-    HENRY REMSEN, Cashier.
-
-    September 24.
-
-[Illustration: WALL STREET IN 1803
-Present No. 40 Wall Street]
-
-The first action of the Directors after the opening of the Bank was:
-
-     RESOLVED, That this Board will hereafter meet twice
-     a week, to wit, on Mondays and Thursdays of each week, at 11
-     o'clock.
-
-The policy of semi-weekly meetings still prevails in the Manhattan
-Company, and its Board of twelve Directors keeps in close touch with all
-its affairs.
-
-[Illustration: MANHATTAN COMPANY CURRENCY]
-
-Two months after the Bank was opened the Directors
-
-     RESOLVED, That a committee be appointed to visit
-     the vaults and examine the cash and look over the effects of
-     the Manhattan Company deposited therein.
-
-Thus, at the outset, the Manhattan Company required its Directors
-periodically to examine its cash and securities, a safeguard which, 106
-years later, the State of New York made compulsory for all State banking
-institutions.
-
-The Bank of the Manhattan Company was profitable from the start and
-commenced paying dividends in July 1800. The total dividends to and
-including January, 1913, have aggregated $19,726,000.
-
-[Illustration: FRACTIONAL CURRENCY USED IN UTICA]
-
-Although the main office of the Bank has always been at the present No.
-40 Wall Street, in the autumn of 1805 all the banks moved temporarily to
-the Village of Greenwich to escape the usual autumn fever epidemic. The
-Directors then determined to provide a country office for use during the
-"sickly season." Many persons offered sites; among them "Mr. Astor
-proposed verbally to cede eight lots of ground near Greenwich, being
-part of his purchase from Gov. Clinton." Finally land was acquired
-between the "Bowery Road" and the East River. From 1809 to 1819
-branches of the Bank were maintained in Utica and Poughkeepsie.
-
-In 1805 negotiations were consummated for a "union of the capitals and
-interests" of the New York State Bank of Albany and the Manhattan
-Company. A bill authorizing the consolidation was offered in the
-Legislature, but it failed to pass, and the plan was abandoned.
-
-In 1808 the Legislature, in enacting certain amendments to the Charter
-of the Manhattan Company, reserved for the State the right to take 1,000
-shares of its capital stock. This right was exercised and the capital
-stock was increased for the purpose from $2,000,000 to $2,050,000. Both
-the State and the City of New York are still stockholders, this being
-the only bank stock which the State holds.
-
-In 1833, as shown in the cartoon reproduced on the following page, the
-Manhattan Company was one of the banks to receive the Government
-deposits when they were withdrawn from the second United States Bank by
-President Jackson.
-
-[Illustration: Published and for sale wholesale and retail by A Imbert
-at his Caricature Store No 106 Broadway]
-
-
-
-
-PRESENT ORGANIZATION AND POLICY OF THE BANK
-
-In 1853 the Manhattan Company became one of the original members of the
-New York Clearing House Association, and stands, in order of seniority,
-No. 2 on its roll.
-
-From 1853 down to 1880, the Manhattan Company's deposits averaged
-between $3,000,000 and $5,000,000. The deposits doubled during the
-eighties, again during the nineties, and again in the decade ending
-1910. This growth has been made along healthy and normal lines, and not
-by absorbing or consolidating with other banking institutions. The fact
-that the Manhattan Company is an entirely independent institution has
-doubtless assisted its growth in recent years.
-
-The steady increase in both the deposits and the surplus of the
-Manhattan Company is evidence of its vitality, its sound banking
-traditions and its ability to keep its methods so modernized as to give
-efficient service to its widening circle of clients. To meet both its
-own needs and those of its commercial and banking patrons, well
-organized credit and foreign exchange departments are maintained.
-
-[Illustration: Building of the Manhattan Company
-WALL STREET IN 1860]
-
-The Manhattan Company, acting as the reserve agent of many State banks
-and trust companies throughout the country, has a substantial volume of
-bank deposits. But it was originally established as an "Office of
-Discount and Deposit," and is today primarily a commercial bank, seeking
-the active accounts of merchants and manufacturers and extending them
-accommodation in keeping with their credit and standing, for which the
-diversified character of its deposits has always provided ample funds.
-
-
-IRVING PRESS
-119 and 121 East Thirty-first Street
-New York
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-                                Mr. Bamboo
-                                 _and the_
-                           Honorable Little God
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-                             A Christmas Story
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-                           _Fannie C. Macaulay_
-                 _Author of "The Lady of The Decoration"_
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-                     _The Century Publishing Company_
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-MR. BAMBOO AND THE HONORABLE LITTLE GOD
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-During sundry long and lonely evenings in a Japanese mission school,
-a young native teacher sought to while away the hours for a homesick
-exile. She was girlish and fair, with the soft voice and gentle,
-indescribable charm characteristic of the women of her race. Her tales
-were of the kindergarten, happenings in her life and the lives of
-others, and I have sought to set them down as she told them to me in
-her quaint, broken English. But they miss the earnest eyes and dramatic
-gestures of the little story-teller as she sat in the glow of the
-hibachi fire, with a background of paper doors, with shadow pictures
-of pine-trees and bamboo etched by the moonlight, the far-off song of
-a nightingale, and the air sweet with incense from nearby shrines.
-
-He wear name of Tãke Nishimura, which in English say' Mr. Bamboo of the
-West Village. He most funny little boy in my kindergarten class. But he
-have such sweet heart. It all time speaking out nice thoughtfuls through
-his big round eyes, which no seem like Japanese eyes of long and narrow.
-
-His so much slim of body make him look like baby. But his mama say' he
-been here four years. She nice lady and loving mother. One more thing
-why that child's most funny small enfant. He have papa who is great
-general of war, with big spirit. Tãke Chan fixed idea in his head he's
-just same kind big warrior man. He use same walk and the same command
-of speak.
-
-This time I relate you about was most Christmas-time. I tell story to
-children of long time ago, when big star say to all worlds Christ baby
-lay in manger, and I say soon we celebrate joyful day in kindergarten.
-That little Tãke Chan never hear 'bout it before, and he get look in
-his face same as John boy in picture what always have crooked stick
-in his hand, and he speak this word: "A new God? Will He be our guest
-on feast-day?"
-
-We learn song 'bout star and cradle and 'gain he speak his thought.
-He say: "What is cradle, Sensei? I know 'bout star. Every night at my
-honorable home I open shoji to see old priest strike bell and make him
-sing. Then I see big star hang out light over topmost of mountain." One
-more time he say, like thinking to himself: "Cradle. Maybe him shrine
-for new God of foreign country."
-
-I know English for long time, but Japanese childs never know cradle.
-It have not come to this land.
-
-Christmas-story was telled many times, for children like to hear about
-it. When I say this time, on that day we get pine-tree and dress him
-up with many gifts, Tãke Chan clap his hands and say: "Banzai! We make
-offering of tree to new God."
-
-Sometimes many troubles press my mind how I make childs know much
-difference of real God, which he never see, and those wooden-stones we
-see all time with burning of lights before them and leaves of bamboo
-and pine.
-
-We work very hard all days before morning of Christmas-tree, but not one
-child in whole class could make things such fast as Tãke Chan. His hands
-so small they look 'most like bird-foots hopping round quick in flower
-garden when he construct ornaments of bright color. Sometimes he have
-look of tired in his face, and bad coughs take his throat. For which,
-if I did not know 'bout Christmas-story and all other many things like
-that, I would have a thought that fox spirit was industrious to enter
-his body.
-
-Then I mention, "Go play in garden", for I know well how he have like
-of play in lovely garden of his home, where, with body of bare, he race
-big dragon-flies what paint the summer air all gold and blue. But Tãke
-Chan makes the laughs for me when looks so firmly and say: "No. I have
-the busy to make ready for honorable guest coming on feast-day of
-Christman." All times he not singing he talk 'bout what big welcome we
-give to new God.
-
-Ah, that little boy! I can no' make him have the right understand';
-but he walk right into my heart, and give me the joyful of love and
-much sad.
-
-No, I never forget that Christmas day. It makes of my mind a canvas and
-paints pictures on it what will never wash away nor burn.
-
-In morning, sun 'most so slow climbing over mountain as snail creeping
-up Fuji. He get big surprise when his eye come into kindergarten window
-and find me very busy for a long time.
-
-All teachers have many works, and very soon they turn their playroom
-into lovely feast-place. Paper flowers and ornaments which childrens
-build with hands, and red berries they bring from forest, have
-expression same as growing from walls and windows. Same thought as all
-teachers to give the happy to glad Christmas-day. Many Japanese childs
-is just getting news of this birthday.
-
-Quick we put piano where it can sing best, chairs all in circle. Big
-spot in middle for tree, which comes at very last from that other room.
-
-While I work postman bring long box from foreign country, which one
-teacher open. It had gift for kindergarten. It was such beautiful thing.
-Many childrens never see same as this before. All teachers give quick
-decide to make secret of present, and put on Christmas-tree as big
-surprise.
-
-In very middle of most happy time by opening box, idea arrive in my
-mind. Wonder if those coughs permission Tãke Chan to come kindergarten
-that day? One desire knock very loud at my heart for that little Bamboo
-boy to know rightly 'bout Christ-child. I know for surely. Once I go to
-foreign country, and my life have experience of seventeen. But Japanese
-child of now must see God and everything.
-
-Then glad thought come. If Tãke Chan do not make absence this day, his
-own eye will tell him trulier than stiff speech of tongue that cradle is
-not shrine, and Christ child not blazon image of wooden stone, but great
-spirit of invisible which have much love for childrens. I learn those
-words out of book, but meaning come out my own heart, which I have the
-difficult to give childs.
-
-Beginning time for morning march grow very near. Him not come, and the
-anxious so restless my body I run to big gate and view round and up.
-
-Narrow street which walk by kindergarten house most lovely picture than
-all other countries of universe. It have many trimmings of flags and
-banners for greeting soon coming of New-Year. Even old plum-trees have
-happy to break pink flowers out full, and lay on gray roof to look at
-bright sun. The big love of my heart for this Japanese country make me
-so delightful I have little forget 'bout late of Tãke Chan till I hear
-spank of many feet on hard earth. I look, and see one of those pictures
-which never melt off my mind. That sound of feet belong' to soldiers
-company, and so quick they stop in long line and hold all hands to hat
-for salute, I think maybe Oyama San coming. I give piercing look, and my
-eyes see marching straight by those big mens a speck of blue all trimmed
-with gold braid. It was Tãke Chan. Same war clothes as his papa, even
-same number stripes on his sleeve, and twelve inch' of sword on his
-side, which make song on heel of shoe when they walk. Father's two
-soldiers servants walk close behind Tãke Chan, and in smiles. Everybody
-know that little boy, and everybody love his earnest. I have several
-feelings when he walk up to me and say: "New guest have he come? I make
-ready to welcome with new clothes."
-
-Ah, me! I have the yearn to convey the right understand'; but he look so
-glad to give the welcome, and his war clothes so grand, the feeble fell
-on my heart. I not give correction.
-
-One servant say: "Last night Tãke Chan very sick with evil spirit cough.
-Mama say rest at home, but he say this great feast-day for new God.
-He must for certain come and offer pine-tree and have song and march."
-I hurry away with Tãke Chan, and take seat on circle of kindergarten room.
-A feel of anxious press' hard. First we have grand parade, and that
-little soldier boy in blue in front of all children have atmosphere same
-he was marching before emperor. My keen of eye see all time he have
-fight with swallow in his throat. After march come song 'bout cradle and
-star, but big cough catch Tãke Chan in middle, and when the strangle had
-left and tears of hot had wipe way, he heard childrens saying amen to
-prayer. His red lip have little shake, for he have great pride to say
-that prayer faster than any childs. He have hospitable of soul, too.
-But Tãke Chan son of great general of war, and he never cry, even though
-much disappoint' come to his mind. I was hunting speech to give him the
-comfort of heart when children give sound with mouth like storm breeze
-hurrying through leaves. I look. Where door of other room always lived
-was most beautiful Christmas-tree of any world, all light with flaming
-candles and gold and silver balls. On very tip-most top the lovely big
-surprise from foreign country. It wore dress of spangly stars and white.
-Big brown eyes and hair like rice-straw when sun shines through it.
-It held out welcome arms. Every move of tree give sway to body. I know
-trulier, but surely, it have look of real life. Teacher rolled tree
-to middle of room in bare spot, which made glad to have it. Children
-laughed and clapped hands happy of that day, and call' many funny
-sayings. I forget the anxious in my happy of that day, and turn with
-glad eye on Tãke Chan. Bamboo boy. Never I see such wonderful thing
-as the glory. First he see only it, and give low tight whisper, "The
-Offering." His eye fly to tip of top. He lean' way over like his body
-break with eager. Joyful speech come with long sigh, "Ah--the guest
-he is come!" For one minute room very still, and just same as fairy
-give him enchantment Tãke Chan rose from floor till he come right under
-tree. Other childrens make such merries. They have thought it play.
-But all sounds and peoples passes away from my vision. Nothing left
-but picture of one small blue soldier looking up through blazon flames
-of Christmas-tree to shining thing above. His cheeks so full of red with
-fighting cough, eyes so bright with wet of tears, he fold his hands
-for prayer, and soft like pigeon talking with mate he speak: "O most
-Honorable Little God! How splendid! You are real; come live with me. In
-my garden I am a soldier; I'll show you the dragon-flies and the river.
-Please will you come?" My heart have pause of beat. I think fever give
-Tãke Chan's mind delirious. Quick I uncement my feet from floor to go to
-him. "Tahke Chan," I say with lovely voice, "that is not a God nor even
-image. Listen: it's only a big foreign doll which postman bring this
-morning as great surprise from America. Teacher put it up high so all
-childs could see it. Look what kindergarten give you--most beautiful
-kite, like dragon-fly you love more better. Come rest in your chair.
-We sing."
-
-Ah, that little play soldier! Door of his ear all shut to my every speak
-of love. He just stand with eyes uplift' and plead: "Please come play
-with me. I know your song 'bout cradle and star. And I can march. See."
-But his body rock from each side to other. Then I press my arms round
-and whisper with much tender: "I bring doll home with you." He look 'way
-up high on Christmas-tree, then he leave his conscious in kindergarten
-room.
-
-Me and two soldier servants convey Tãke Chan and foreign doll to his
-home. I stay in honorable house with them. One day go by, and 'nother
-night come. Sick boy's mama have look of ivory lady as she rest her
-tired, and maid girl make tea. I watch by side of bed on floor. Big ache
-in heart clutch' me when I look round room and see blue soldier's suit
-hang' near. It have look of empty and lonely, dragon-fly kite in corner
-have broken wing. But when I bring gaze back Tãke Chan, loveliest sight
-of all visit me. That little child reach out and find hand of foreign
-doll. He hold very tight, and give it look of love. Such heaven light
-come on his face! I suspend my breath and listen to his low speech which
-come in broken pieces: "You are my Tomidachi. Do not go; I soon be well
-I come play in your garden. Dragon-flies--cradle--star--Ah, Little
-God--you grow so big!"
-
-Something made me open shoji quick. Old priest make bell sing. Lovely
-star hangs its light over mountain. All things have great stillness. Not
-even leaf tremble in white moonlight. Strange feel hold me. Then I know
-Tãke Chan have gone to play in Christ-child's garden.
-
-Ah, me! Tears of my heart are many for that little Bamboo. But I have
-the joyful too; Now he have the right understand'.
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-King Winter
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-Published by
-Gustav W. Seitz
-Hamburg.
-
-ENTP at Stationer's Hall
-
-[Illustration]
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-The sky is dull and grey,
-Piercing and chill the blast,
-Each step resounds on the frosty ground,
-Winter is come at last.
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-Mamma sits by the fire
-Her little ones round her knees.
-"How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry,
-"Tell us something, if you please."
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-"Tell us about King Winter,
-And about Jack Frost, his man;
-We'll not be noisy or naughty at all,
-But as good as ever we can."
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-"Well then;" says mamma, "you, Jenny,
-May knit and listen, my dear;
-And Johnny may split up wood, to make
-The fire burn bright and clear."
-
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-King Winter dwells in the North;
-Far away in the Frozen Zone,
-In a palace of snow he holds his court,
-And sits on an icy throne.
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-He has cushions of course: his Queen
-Made them out of her wedding gown.
-Stuffing them well with snowflakes fine,
-And soft as eiderdown.
-
-[Illustration]
-
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-The King has a trusty servant,
-Jack Frost is his name; his nose
-Is raspberry red, his beard is white,
-And stiff as a crutch it grows.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Old Jack is a sturdy good fellow,
-And serves their Majesties well;
-He's here and he's there, and he's everywhere,
-And does more than I can tell.
-
-[Illustration]
-
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-Each year, as the day comes round,
-The king and his royal train
-Set off on a tour through the wide wide world,
-And sweep over mountain and plain.
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-His Majesty fails not to visit
-Every clime that's not too hot,
-To look in upon both high and low,
-From the palace down to the cot.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Jack Frost has a busy time then,
-But he's helped and advised by the Queen,
-That all may be right when the King goes forth,
-And everything fit to be seen.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-That the King may have pleasant travel,
-And no stone hurt his royal toe,
-Her Majesty spreads all over the earth,
-A carpet of downy snow.
-
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-
-Fine mirrors the King delights in:
-None are finer than Jack can make:
-And in matchless sheets of crystal clear
-He lays them on river and lake.
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-The trees, all naked and drear,
-He robes in the purest white,
-And with icicles shining with rainbow hues,
-He makes their branches bright.
-
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-And for want of buds and blossoms
-To strew in his Majesty's way,
-With magic flowers of his own device
-He makes the windows gay.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-These wonders wrought in a single night
-May well excite surprise;
-Amazed is the sun when he gets up at dawn,
-And he stares with all his eyes.
-
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-
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-Then out come all the boys and girls,
-Jack's handiwork to view,
-And their noses and cheeks turn red with cold,
-Some of them even turn blue.
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-They pelt each other with snow,
-Roll it up in a mighty ball,
-And shout and laugh and scamper about,
-And heels over head they fall.
-
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-They make a huge man of snow,
-As grand as a Russian Czar,
-A wooden sword in his hand, in his mouth,
-A carrot to serve for cigar.
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-His eyes, his hair, and his beard,
-They paint as black as my shoe
-With burnt stick, but they spoil his nose,
-For they stick it rather askew.
-
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-Then what do you think? For a cockshot
-They take him; they pelt him and hit;
-They knock of the snowman's ears and nose,
-But he does not mind it a bit.
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-
-Hurrah! for the good thick ice.
-Oh! isn't it jolly? They slide,
-They skate, and in sleighs so fine they go,
-And swift as the wind they glide.
-
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-King Winter laughs at the sport,
-Cries "Bravo!" and claps his hands,
-And calling in haste for his man, Jack Frost,
-He gives him these commands:
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-"Go see the papas and mammas,
-And bring me word what they say:
-Have the children been good and well behaved,
-Since last I came this way?"
-
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-
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-
-The King trims Christmas trees,
-To give to good girls and boys,
-With tapers and trinkets of silver and gold,
-And all sorts of dainties and toys.
-
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-
-The Queen cuts twigs of birch,
-Of birch so supple and keen,
-And daintily ties them up into rods
-The finest that ever were seen.
-
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-Soon with this word to the King
-Jack Frost comes back at a trot:
-"Good have most of the children been,
-But some of them have not."
-
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-
-The King gives him the pretty trees,
-The Queen the rods so smart,
-And away goes Jack again with his load,
-Till every house has its part.
-
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-Cakes, mince-pies nuts and apples,
-Good children get from the King.
-You can guess what the naughty get,
-The rods are the only thing.
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-
-"Oh dear mamma," cries Jenny,
-"Johnny's been good, and so have I!
-Pray tell Jack Frost we don't want the rod,
-Oh! do ask him to put it by."
-
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-Mamma smiles on her darlings,
-They run to her, kiss her, and say:
-"How long do you think will it be, Mamma,
-Ere King Winter goes away?"
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-
-"He will lay upon Baby's cradle
-The snowdrops that early come forth;
-And then, my dears, he will bid us good bye
-And go back to his home in the North."
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-THE LEGEND OF THE BLEEDING-HEART
-
-by
-
-ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON
-
-Author of "The Little Colonel Series," "Big
-Brother," "Joel: A Boy of Galilee,"
-"Keeping Tryst," etc.
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-[Illustration: Olga, holding it in the hollow of
-her hands, offered him the water.]
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-Boston
-L. C. Page & Company
-1907
-Copyright, 1900
-By L. C. Page & Company
-(Incorporated)
-Copyright, 1907
-By L. C. Page & Company
-(Incorporated)
-All rights reserved
-First Impression, July, 1907
-Colonial Press
-Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
-Boston, U. S. A.
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-IN MEMORY
-OF THE ONES THAT GREW
-SO LONG AGO,
-IN OLD "Aunt Nancy's" GARDEN.
-
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-
-
-The Legend of the Bleeding-heart
-
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-
-
-In days of old, when all things in the Wood had speech, there lived
-within its depths a lone Flax-spinner. She was a bent old creature, and
-ill to look upon, but all the tongues of all the forest leaves were ever
-kept a-wagging with the story of her kindly deeds. And even to this day
-they sometimes whisper low among themselves (because they fain would
-hold in mind so sweet a tale) the story of her kindness to the little
-orphan, Olga.
-
-'Twas no slight task the old Flax-spinner took upon herself, the day she
-brought the helpless child to share the shelter of her thatch. The Oak
-outside her door held up his arms in solemn protest.
-
-"Thou dost but waste thyself," he said. "Thy benefits will be forgot,
-thy labours unrequited. For Youth is ever but another title for
-Ingratitude."
-
-"Nay, friend," the old Flax-spinner said. "My little Olga will not be
-ungrateful and forgetful."
-
-All hedged about with loving care, the orphan grew to gracious
-maidenhood, and felt no lack of father, mother, brother or sister. In
-every way the old Flax-spinner took their places. But many were the
-sacrifices that she made to keep her fed and warmly clad, and every time
-she went without herself that Olga might receive a greater share,
-Wiseacre Oak looked down and frowned and shook his head.
-
-Then would the old dame hasten to her inner room, and there she pricked
-herself with her spindle, until a great red drop of her heart's blood
-fell into her trembling hand. With witchery of words she blew upon it,
-and rolled it in her palm, and muttering, turned and turned and turned
-it. And as the spell was laid upon it, it shrivelled into a tiny round
-ball like a seed, and she strung it on a thread where were many others
-like it, saying, "By this she will remember. She will not be ungrateful
-and forgetful."
-
-So years went by, and Olga grew in goodness and in beauty, and helped
-the old Flax-spinner in her tasks as blithely and as willingly as if
-she were indeed her daughter. Every morning she brought water from the
-spring, gathered the wild fruits of the woods, and spread the linen on
-the grass to bleach. At such times would the bent old foster-mother hold
-herself erect, and call up to the Oak, "Dost see? Thou'rt wrong! Youth
-is _not_ another title for Ingratitude."
-
-"Thou hast not lived as long as I," would be the only answer.
-
-One day as Olga was wandering by the spring, searching for watercresses,
-the young Prince of the castle rode by on his prancing charger. A
-snow-white plume waved in his hat, and a shining silver bugle hung from
-his shoulder, for he had been following the chase.
-
-He was thirsty and tired, and asked for a drink, but there was no cup
-with which to dip the water from the spring. But Olga caught the drops
-as they bubbled out from the spring, holding them in the hollow of her
-beautiful white hands, and reaching up to where he sat, offered him the
-sparkling water. So gracefully was it done, that the Prince was charmed
-by her modest manner as well as her lovely face, and baring his head
-when he had slaked his thirst, he touched the white hands with his lips.
-
-Before he rode away he asked her name and where she lived. The next day
-a courier in scarlet and gold stopped at the door of the cottage and
-invited Olga to the castle. Princesses and royal ladies from all over
-the realm were to be entertained there, seven days and seven nights.
-Every night a grand ball was to be given, and Olga was summoned to each
-of the balls. It was because of her pleasing manner and her great
-beauty that she had been bidden.
-
-The old Flax-spinner courtesied low to the courier and promised that
-Olga should be at the castle without fail.
-
-"But, good dame," cried Olga, when the courier had gone, "prithee tell
-me why thou didst make such a promise, knowing full well this gown of
-tow is all I own. Wouldst have me stand before the Prince in beggar's
-garb? Better to bide at home for aye than be put to shame before such
-guests."
-
-"Have done, my child!" the old dame said. "Thou shalt wear a court robe
-of the finest. Years have I toiled to have it ready, but that is naught.
-I loved thee as my own."
-
-Then once more the old Flax-spinner went into her inner room, and
-pricked herself with her spindle till another great red drop of her
-heart's blood fell into her trembling hand. With witchery of words she
-blew upon it, and rolled it in her palm, and muttering, turned and
-turned and turned it. And as the spell was laid upon it, it shrivelled
-into a tiny round ball like a seed, and she strung it on to a thread,
-where were many others like it. Seventy times seven was the number of
-beads on this strange rosary.
-
-When the night of the first ball rolled around, Olga combed her long
-golden hair and twined it with a wreath of snowy water-lilies, and then
-she stood before the old dame in her dress of tow. To her wonderment
-and grief she saw there was no silken robe in waiting, only a string of
-beads to clasp around her white throat. Each bead in the necklace was
-like a little shrivelled seed, and Olga's eyes filled with tears of
-disappointment.
-
-"Obey me and all will be well," said the old woman.
-
-"When thou reachest the castle gate clasp one bead in thy fingers and
-say:
-
-     "'For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,
-     Blossom and deck me, little seed.'
-
-Straightway right royally shalt thou be clad. But remember carefully the
-charm. Only to the magic words, 'For love's sweet sake' will the
-necklace give up its treasures. If thou shouldst forget, then thou must
-be doomed always to wear thy gown of tow."
-
-So Olga sped on her moon-lighted way through the forest until she came
-to the castle gate. There she paused, and grasping a bead of the strange
-necklace between her fingers, repeated the old dame's charm:
-
-     "For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,
-     Blossom and deck me, little seed."
-
-Immediately the bead burst with a little puff as if a seed pod had
-snapped asunder. A faint perfume surrounded her, rare and subtle as if
-it had been blown across from some flower of Eden. Olga looked down and
-found herself enveloped in a robe of such delicate texture, that it
-seemed soft as a rose-leaf and as airy as pink clouds that sometimes
-float across the sunset. The water-lilies in her hair had become a
-coronal of opals.
-
-When she entered the great ball-room, the Prince of the castle started
-up from his throne in amazement. Never before had he seen such a vision
-of loveliness. "Surely," said he, "some rose of Paradise hath found a
-soul and drifted earthward to blossom here." And all that night he had
-eyes for none but her.
-
-The next night Olga started again to the castle in her dress of tow, and
-at the gate she grasped the second bead in her fingers, repeating the
-charm. This time the pale yellow of the daffodils seemed to have woven
-itself into a cloth of gold for her adorning. It was like a shimmer of
-moon-beams, and her hair held the diamond flashings of a hundred tiny
-stars.
-
-That night the Prince paid her so many compliments and singled her out
-so often to bestow his favours, that Olga's head was turned. She tossed
-it proudly, and quite scorned the thought of the humble cottage which
-had given her shelter so long. The next day when she had returned to
-her gown of tow and was no longer a haughty court lady, but only Olga,
-the Flax-spinner's maiden, she repined at her lot. Frowning, she carried
-the water from the spring. Frowning, she gathered the cresses and
-plucked the woodland fruit. And then she sat all day by the spring,
-refusing to spread the linen on the grass to bleach.
-
-She was discontented with the old life of toil, and pouted crossly
-because duties called her when she wanted to do nothing but sit idly
-dreaming of the gay court scenes in which she had taken a bright brief
-part. The old Flax-spinner's fingers trembled as she spun, when she saw
-the frowns, for she had given of her heart's blood to buy happiness for
-this maiden she loved, and well she knew there can be no happiness where
-frowns abide. She felt that her years of sacrifice had been in vain, but
-when the Oak wagged his head she called back waveringly, "My little Olga
-will not be ungrateful and forgetful!"
-
-That night outside the castle gate, Olga paused. She had forgotten the
-charm. The day's discontent had darkened her memory as storm-clouds
-darken the sky. But she grasped her necklace imperiously.
-
-"Deck me at once!" she cried in a haughty tone. "Clothe me more
-beautifully than mortal maid was ever clad before, so that I may find
-favour in the Prince's sight and become the bride of the castle! I would
-that I were done for ever with the spindle and the distaff!"
-
-But the moon went under a cloud and the wind began to moan around the
-turrets. The black night hawks in the forest flapped their wings
-warningly, and the black bats flitted low around her head.
-
-"Obey me at once!" she cried angrily, stamping her foot and jerking at
-the necklace. But the string broke, and the beads went rolling away in
-the darkness in every direction and were lost--all but one, which she
-held clasped in her hand.
-
-Then Olga wept at the castle gate; wept outside in the night and the
-darkness, in her peasant's garb of tow. But after awhile through her
-sobbing, stole the answering sob of the night wind.
-
-"Hush-sh!" it seemed to say. "Sh-sh! Never a heart can come to harm, if
-the lips but speak the old dame's charm."
-
-The voice of the night wind sounded so much like the voice of the old
-Flax-spinner, that Olga was startled and looked around wonderingly. Then
-suddenly she seemed to see the thatched cottage and the bent form of the
-lonely old woman at the wheel. All the years in which the good dame had
-befriended her seemed to rise up in a row, and out of each one called a
-thousand kindnesses as with one voice: "How canst thou forget us, Olga?
-We were done for love's sweet sake, and that alone!"
-
-Then was Olga sorry and ashamed that she had been so proud and
-forgetful, and she wept again. The tears seemed to clear her vision, for
-now she saw plainly that through no power of her own could she wrest
-strange favours from fortune. Only the power of the old charm could make
-them hers. She remembered it then, and holding fast the one bead in her
-hand, she repeated humbly:
-
-     "For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,
-     Blossom and deck me, little seed."
-
-Lo, as the words left her lips, the moon shone out from behind the
-clouds above the dark forest. There was a fragrance of lilies all
-about, and a gossamer gown floated around her, whiter than the whiteness
-of the fairest lily. It was fine like the finest lace the frost-elves
-weave, and softer than the softest ermine of the snow. On her long
-golden hair gleamed a coronet of pearls.
-
-So beautiful, so dazzling was she as she entered the castle door, that
-the Prince came down to meet her, and kneeling, kissed her hand and
-claimed her as his bride. Then came the bishop in his mitre, and led her
-to the throne, and before them all the Flax-spinner's maiden was married
-to the Prince, and made the Princess Olga.
-
-Then until the seven days and seven nights were done, the revels lasted
-in the castle. And in the merriment the old Flax-spinner was again
-forgotten. Her kindness of the past, her loneliness in the present had
-no part in the thoughts of the Princess Olga.
-
-All night the old Oak, tapping on the thatch, called down, "Thou'rt
-forgotten! Thou'rt forgotten!"
-
-But the beads that had rolled away in the darkness, buried themselves in
-the earth, and took root, and sprang up, as the old woman knew they
-would do. There at the castle gate they bloomed, a strange, strange
-flower, for on every stem hung a row of little bleeding hearts.
-
-One day the Princess Olga, seeing them from her window, went down to
-them in wonderment.
-
-"What do you here?" she cried, for in her forest life she'd learned all
-speech of bird and beast and plant.
-
-"We bloom for love's sweet sake," they answered. "We have sprung from
-the old Flax-spinner's gift--the necklace thou didst break and scatter.
-From her heart's best blood she gave it, and her heart still bleeds to
-think she is forgotten."
-
-Then they began to tell the story of the old dame's sacrifices, all the
-seventy times seven that she had made for the sake of the maiden, and
-Olga grieved as she listened, that she could have been so ungrateful.
-Then she brought the Prince to hear the story of the strange, strange
-flowers, and when he had heard, together they went to the lowly cottage
-and fetched the old Flax-spinner to the castle, there to live out all
-her days in ease and contentment.
-
-"See now," she whispered to the Oak at parting, but sturdily he held his
-ground, persisting, "Thou _wouldst_ have been forgotten, save for that
-miracle of bloom."
-
-_And still the flower we call BLEEDING-HEART blooms on by cottage walls
-and castle gardens, to waken all the world to grateful memories. And
-ever it doth bring to mind the lonely hearts that bleed because they are
-forgotten, and all they sacrificed for love's sweet sake, to give us
-happiness._
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-ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
-
-An Horatian Ode.
-
-
-
-By Richard Henry Stoddard.
-
-
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-New York:
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-Bunce & Huntington, Publishers,
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-540 Broadway.
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-
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-Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865,
-
-By BUNCE & HUNTINGTON,
-
-In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern
-District of New York.
-
-
-
-Alvord, Printer.
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-
-ABRAHAM LINCOLN:
-
-
-Born, Feb. 12th, 1809.
-
-Assassinated, Good-Friday, April 14th, 1865.
-
-
-
-
-"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
-Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
-The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
-The life o' the building.
-
-    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *
-
-"Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
-With a new Gorgon:--Do not bid me speak;
-See, and then speak yourselves.--Awake! awake!
-Ring the alarum-bell:--Murder! and treason!
-
-    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *
-
-"Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
-And look on death itself!--up, up, and see
-The great doom's image!
-
-    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *
-
-"Our royal master's murdered!
-
-    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *
-
-"Had I but died an hour before this chance,
-I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant
-There's nothing serious in mortality:
-All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
-The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
-Is left this vault to brag of.
-
-
-
-     *     *     *
-
-
-
-"After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
-Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
-Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
-Can touch him further."
-
-                    Macbeth.
-
-
-
-
-
-Not as when some great Captain falls
-In battle, where his Country calls,
-    Beyond the struggling lines
-    That push his dread designs
-
-To doom, by some stray ball struck dead:
-Or, in the last charge, at the head
-    Of his determined men,
-    Who _must_ be victors then!
-
-Nor as when sink the civic Great,
-The safer pillars of the State,
-    Whose calm, mature, wise words
-    Suppress the need of swords--
-
-With no such tears as e'er were shed
-Above the noblest of our Dead
-    Do we to-day deplore
-    The Man that is no more!
-
-Our sorrow hath a wider scope,
-Too strange for fear, too vast for hope,--
-    A Wonder, blind and dumb,
-    That waits--what is to come!
-
-Not more astounded had we been
-If Madness, that dark night, unseen,
-    Had in our chambers crept,
-    And murdered while we slept!
-
-We woke to find a mourning Earth--
-Our Lares shivered on the hearth,--
-    The roof-tree fallen,--all
-    That could affright, appall!
-
-Such thunderbolts, in other lands,
-Have smitten the rod from royal hands,
-    But spared, with us, till now,
-    Each laurelled Cesar's brow!
-
-No Cesar he, whom we lament,
-A Man without a precedent,
-    Sent, it would see, to do
-    His work--and perish too!
-
-Not by the weary cares of State,
-The endless tasks, which will not wait,
-    Which, often done in vain,
-    Must yet be done again:
-
-Not in the dark, wild tide of War,
-Which rose so high, and rolled so far,
-    Sweeping from sea to sea
-    In awful anarchy:--
-
-Four fateful years of mortal strife,
-Which slowly drained the Nation's life,
-    (Yet, for each drop that ran
-    There sprang an armed man!)
-
-Not then;--but when by measures meet,--
-By victory, and by defeat,--
-    By courage, patience, skill,
-    The People's fixed _"We will!"_
-
-Had pierced, had crushed Rebellion dead,--
-Without a Hand, without a Head:--
-    At last, when all was well,
-    He fell--O, _how_ he fell!
-
-The time,--the place,--the stealing Shape,--
-The coward shot,--the swift escape,--
-    The wife--the widow's scream,--
-    It is a hideous Dream!
-
-A Dream?--what means this pageant, then?
-These multitudes of solemn men,
-    Who speak not when they meet,
-    But throng the silent street?
-
-The flags half-mast, that late so high
-Flaunted at each new victory?
-    (The stars no brightness shed,
-    But bloody looks the red!)
-
-The black festoons that stretch for miles,
-And turn the streets to funeral aisles?
-    (No house too poor to show
-    The Nation's badge of woe!)
-
-The cannon's sudden, sullen boom,--
-The bells that toll of death and doom,--
-    The rolling of the drums,--
-    The dreadful Car that comes?
-
-Cursed be the hand that fired the shot!
-The frenzied brain that hatched the plot!
-    Thy Country's Father slain
-    By thee, thou worse than Cain!
-
-Tyrants have fallen by such as thou,
-And Good hath followed--May it now!
-    (God lets bad instruments
-    Produce the best events.)
-
-But he, the Man we mourn to-day,
-No tyrant was: so mild a sway
-    In one such weight who bore
-    Was never known before!
-
-Cool should he be, of balanced powers,
-The Ruler of a Race like ours,
-    Impatient, headstrong, wild,--
-    The Man to guide the Child!
-
-And this _he_ was, who most unfit
-(So hard the sense of God to hit!)
-    Did seem to fill his Place.
-    With such a homely face,--
-
-Such rustic manners,--speech uncouth,--
-(That somehow blundered out the Truth!)
-    Untried, untrained to bear
-    The more than kingly Care?
-
-Ay! And his genius put to scorn
-The proudest in the purple born,
-    Whose wisdom never grew
-    To what, untaught, he knew--
-
-The People, of whom he was one.
-No gentleman like Washington,--
-    (Whose bones, methinks, make room,
-    To have him in their tomb!)
-
-A laboring man, with horny hands,
-Who swung the axe, who tilled his lands,
-    Who shrank from nothing new,
-    But did as poor men do!
-
-One of the People! Born to be
-Their curious Epitome;
-    To share, yet rise above
-    Their shifting hate and love.
-
-Common his mind (it seemed so then),
-His thoughts the thoughts of other men:
-    Plain were his words, and poor--
-    But now they will endure!
-
-No hasty fool, of stubborn will,
-But prudent, cautious, pliant, still;
-    Who, since his work was good,
-    Would do it, as he could.
-
-Doubting, was not ashamed to doubt,
-And, lacking prescience, went without:
-    Often appeared to halt,
-    And was, of course, at fault:
-
-Heard all opinions, nothing loth,
-And loving both sides, angered both:
-    Was--_not_ like Justice, blind,
-    But watchful, clement, kind.
-
-No hero, this, of Roman mould;
-Nor like our stately sires of old:
-    Perhaps he was not Great--
-    But he preserved the State!
-
-O honest face, which all men knew!
-O tender heart, but known to few!
-    O Wonder of the Age,
-    Cut off by tragic Rage!
-
-Peace! Let the long procession come,
-For hark!--the mournful, muffled drum--
-    The trumpet's wail afar,--
-    And see! the awful Car!
-
-Peace! Let the sad procession go,
-While cannon boom, and bells toll slow:
-    And go, thou sacred Car,
-    Bearing our Woe afar!
-
-Go, darkly borne, from State to State,
-Whose loyal, sorrowing Cities wait
-    To honor all they can
-    The dust of that Good Man!
-
-Go, grandly borne, with such a train
-As greatest kings might die to gain:
-    The Just, the Wise, the Brave
-    Attend thee to the grave!
-
-And you, the soldiers of our wars,
-Bronzed veterans, grim with noble scars,
-    Salute him once again,
-    Your late Commander--slain!
-
-Yes, let your tears, indignant, fall,
-But leave your muskets on the wall:
-    Your Country needs you now
-    Beside the forge, the plough!
-
-(When Justice shall unsheathe her brand,--
-If Mercy may not stay her hand,
-    Nor would we have it so--
-    _She_ must direct the blow!)
-
-And you, amid the Master-Race,
-Who seem so strangely out of place,
-    Know ye who cometh? He
-    Who hath declared ye Free!
-
-Bow while the Body passes--Nay,
-Fall on your knees, and weep, and pray!
-    Weep, weep--I would ye might--
-    Your poor, black faces white!
-
-And, Children, you must come in bands,
-With garlands in your little hands,
-    Of blue, and white, and red,
-    To strew before the Dead!
-
-So, sweetly, sadly, sternly goes
-The Fallen to his last repose:
-    Beneath no mighty dome,
-    But in his modest Home;
-
-The churchyard where his children rest,
-The quiet spot that suits him best:
-    There shall his grave be made,
-    And there his bones be laid!
-
-And there his countrymen shall come,
-With memory proud, with pity dumb,
-    And strangers far and near,
-    For many and many a year!
-
-For many a year, and many an Age,
-While History on her ample page
-    The virtues shall enroll
-    Of that Paternal Soul!
-
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-End of Project Gutenberg's Abraham Lincoln., by Richard Henry Stoddard
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